Unmasked Jason Novels & Stories

I pointed at the man who was still staring at Austin as if Austin was a work of art. Austin followed my hand and only then did he see Jason who was standing a few feet away from us. His brows raised and he formed a smile on his flawlessly handsome face before walking toward him "Jason, Are you here to get the new release too?" Jason had a mask on his face at the moment, probably avoiding the attention of his fans who might be around. I stood beside Austin and cleared my throat to wake up the celebrity who had lost his composure "Jason said he knows someone up here that can help you get the new release," I took the initiative to explain.

When they reached the center of the room, they let go of him, and he fell to the ground. Julia wondered who was behind that mask and if to watch all this was the reason she was brought here. “Uncover his face,” Don said with a smile. One of the men took off his mask, revealing a familiar face to Julia. “Jason!” She screamed and was about rushing to his side when Don held her waist and pulled her backwards. Meanwhile, Jason was watching them, his melting brown eyes wide with disbelief at seeing his sweetheart sitting next to the well-known mafia boss. “Julia,” he yelled out, and he was going to approach her when one of the men punched him hard.

“Yes.” “And you believe him.” Elias nodded. Marcus didn’t argue. Instead, he asked quietly, “What happens when the mask comes off?” The question landed softly and stayed. Elias hadn’t thought that far. Or rather, he had, but only in fragments. Moments where the future blurred and he pushed the thought away before it could frighten him. “I don’t know,” Elias admitted. “But I know he’s afraid too.” “That doesn’t make him harmless,” Marcus said gently.

But nonetheless I had to keep anything from my face, especially because I wanted to wince and hiss in pain. "Well I'm still here. So, do I get a hug?" he opened his arms ever so slightly. When I stayed still and didn't say anything, Jason squeezed my hand really hard, almost making me break my mask. Then he suddenly let go, and I caught him flicker his eye's towards me annoyed, letting me know I could hug him but that I was still in trouble. "Of coarse!" I smiled widely and took a couple steps forwards into his awaiting arms. He must of known something was wrong, right? I never hesitate... But when he didn't say anything, I sighed in relief.

But, first I need to eat and hit the bed and snooze today. Since we are here in the offseason, the rainy season here... there aren't many tourists. So I was hoping the beach is not tightly packed. "We need to go to the prison island," Jason said coming out of the washroom with his hair dripping wet from the shower. He is dressed in his jeans and a towel around his shoulders. My eyes darted to his hard rock chest and his well-toned abs. A stray drop ran through the curves of his abs disappearing into his jeans. I gulped and turned my head towards the window in embarrassment.

Inside the hideout, a guy is busy with the computer, one is busy creating scientific instruments and weapons and others are busy discussing. "How is everything going, Jason?" One of the guys asked the guy working on the computer. "I'm searching every area in Texas but everything seems pretty clear to me," Jason answered. Jason Grayson is twenty years old with blond short hair and grey eyes. He attends MSA but after school, he comes to the secret hideout to help out. He is a computer guru and can hack through anything. He had a twin brother Norman Grayson who looks exactly like him in height and everything, the only difference between the two is the sound of their voice. Norman Grayson sees g

His massive frame leaned backwards into the deep leather chair, his claws retrieving a flint stone to ignite a thick herbal smoke-stick. “Allow my intellect a brief window to evaluate the parameters.” Jason’s jaw muscles tightened into a hard line. Despite the lethal nature of his calculations, the surface of his face remained entirely smooth, projecting a harmless mask. At this exact heartbeat, however, his expression morphed into something highly insidious despite the artificial softness of his skin. His eyes were completely calm yet menacing at the same time. Within Paige Collins’s long-term memory, Jason had routinely operated as the most excellent, respectable child occupying the Miller

"They took the package. Adrian took a bullet to the leg. They were gone before I could process what was happening. It was very fast and professional. They were definitely hired." I sink into the sofa cushions, words caught in my throat. Something cold spreads through my chest, a creeping frost that numbs my fingers. I'm staring at Marcus but not really seeing him. Instead, Elise's face flashes in my mind – her unwavering loyalty, how she's never questioned a single instruction. The perfect employee. Too perfect. "Could you identify anyone?" Jason asks. Marcus shakes his head. "They were all masked. I managed to pull one's hood off and I caught a glimpse of a tattoo on his neck. I could try t

, knowing that my next words might shatter the fragile truce we'd established. "It's about Tyla." Jason's expression darkened immediately. "What about her?" "She's in trouble," I said. "Jonathan has her imprisoned." "And this concerns me why, exactly?" His tone was cold, but I caught a flicker of concern in his eyes. "Because I need to get her out," I said simply. "And I can't do it alone." Jason laughed again, shaking his head in disbelief. "So that's it? You want me to help you break into Jonathan's compound? Risk my life again for your crusade? After what happened last time?" "I know it's a lot to ask—" "It's insane is what it is," he interrupted. "Do you have any idea what they'll do to

His eyes lock with mine for a few seconds, before he looks away again. "I Jason Thompson, claim my rightful place as alpha of the Dark Moon pack!" I frown, confused about what Jason is saying. But it seems that everyone here knows what he's saying. They all start to bow their heads to Jason as if he's a king. Suddenly Jason grabs Brandon and drags his claws across Brandon's face. I look away, unable to look at the bloody, deep gashes. "You're banished from my packs land. If I see you again, I will kill you." Jason says to Brandon before walking away. He comes to me and takes my hand. The crowd of people quickly move, letting Jason through as he leads us away.