Unmasked Jason Novels & Stories

Jason called out as he reached the bottom of the stairs. The elderly butler appeared from the kitchen, straightening his tie as he walked. Jason recalled Marcus had forbidden him from going out recently, but he could not ibay right now. So many things were wrong. Kayla is being destroyed online and Jessie is recovering from an attack on her life. Why does he feel as though his entire friend group is in a lot of shit recently? "Yes, Master Jason?" Harold asked calmly. "Is everything alright?" Jason shook his head, still trying to call Kayla's number. "No, everything is not alright. I need to get out of state immediately. It's urgent."

I knew Jason was strong, but I hadn't expected him to recover from the bite that quickly. A yelp formed at the base of my throat as Jason stretched out his hand, his fingers reaching for my face. He was trying to claw at me, he had been aiming for the black mask that was covering my face. That mask was the only reason why I hadn't been caught even up to this moment.

If she had led with that when she came to the house, I would've even suggested that she restrain me there by herself and take me to get him back. "Wait, are you telling me that ..." I tried to get a clear understand of her already explicit statement, but the man wouldn't even have it. "Okay you know what, I'm tired of covering up for someone else's slip up. Yes, Jason is dead. And you can keep the trophy, I don't want it. I guess now, Max would think twice before messing with ...' He tried to confess whose gang he was in and I was so close to getting it out of him but before I could, something else went wrong.

"Jason?" I gasped as I saw the pale white man standing just a few feet away from me. Let me tell you something about Jason. Jason was a former member of the boy band, Super Nova, and also the most loved member. The most popular member. And because he was the most popular, he was also the most hated. After all, You can;t have everyone loving you. So how did dear Jason become a grim repaer, you ask? Simple. He took his own life.

"Thank You. Once I get inside my place, you can carry out the plan." "Yes, sir!" the manager kept grinning widely, and James was like that too. Only Grey who pouted all along. James then walked to the elevator to go up to his penthouse, but Grey still didn't speak and came in with him. "Where's my mask?" James held out his hand to Grey. Instead, Grey reached into the paper bag he was carrying and pulled out a Jason mask. Jason Voorhees is the main character in the famous horror film Friday The 13th.

Moore. "Step away from the suspect. Now." Jason looked down at the unconscious man lying beside the dumpster the same guy who’d barreled through a crowd, knocked over a child, and pulled a knife during their scuffle. Jason had been filming a live-action stunt nearby and acted on instinct. But now? He sighed. "Look, I was just trying to help. That guy ran from security. I stopped him." "With what? Your Hollywood smile?" Leah snapped. "Get on your knees."

“I’m fine. I got into a fight with Dan.” “Why?” Wilson asked, as he walked over to the couch. “I told him I wanted to quit.” He replied simply, sitting down with a slight pain running through his body. “Did you find Frank?” Alyssa asked, sitting next to him. Jason shook his head. “He has my old phone. When I called him he used that phone and left it at a motel where he killed a man.” “What? Oh my god.” Janet covered her mouth while Antonio stood close to her strangely. Jason noted the gesture, but didn’t push it. “Why a man this time? I thought Frank only killed women.” Alyssa asked. He turned to her slightly.

Chapter 57. Jason "I couldn't believe it," Jason said, his voice filled with frustration. "After everything I had done to ensure that those mercenaries wouldn't expose me, I thought I was finally in the clear. But now, here I am, under house arrest and with my plans to overthrow the alpha ruined." Jason shook his head, unable to comprehend how everything had gone so wrong. He had thought he had covered his tracks perfectly, but it seemed that someone had found out about his involvement with the mercenaries.

“By now, you should have known her name or her face. Don’t tell me you forgot again, or you were too drunk to remember her face this time.” Jason’s fingers tightened around the armrests. “It was just like before, Marcus. This time she helped me because I fainted. I didn’t even get to see her face because she wore a disposable mask. Even the dash cam didn’t capture her. Her face was totally covered. All I could remember was the song she hummed to put me to sleep that night. And the craziest part was that somehow… she knew my name. She registered at the hotel, lodged me under my name—Jason Hale. How? Is she someone close to me? Could it be that she isn’t human, maybe an angel that knows all?”

Broad. Bare. He wasn’t wearing a shirt. His suit jacket lay discarded on the floor. Amber’s hand rested against his chest as he turned slowly. Deliberately. The hallway went silent. Jason’s face came fully into view. Calm. Controlled. Dangerous. Miriam froze mid-accusation. “You—” Jason rose from the bed without haste. Shirtless. Unbothered. Amber stood beside him, composed. Jason bent, picked up his shirt, but instead of putting it on immediately, he let it hang over his shoulder.