Unmasked Jason Novels & Stories

I gasped a breath of relief as Jason stepped into the room. "Oh my God, I thought our plan failed or something" I got out, then paused to regard him. Jason looked different. His long hair was shorter, and he'd ditched the glasses he was always wearing. He was also not wearing a shirt or shoes. Just black pants. "Did you have a good nap?" he asked, his voice also raspier than it used to be. I swallowed, my throat so parched it felt as if I was running in the desert. "What is going on," I asked, pointing to the chain. "Why the hell am I chained up like an animal?"

Then he checked the bag and his eyes popped out at his favorite color’s clothes: Yellow and red stripped tank top with blue ripped jeans. “Are you serious, ice face?” He trailed his fingers over the fabric to feel the softness. “It’s so smooth, I love it!” This special outfit blossomed happiness in Jason’s heart, he hummed a song while slipping into those clothes. Mathew had arranged a separate room with a special glass window, so he could see the sun without getting hurt. Unknown to Mathew’s real motive, Jason was ready before sunset. He opened the icebox filled with blood bags for the need of his day.

“Thanks, man. I knew you’d come through.” Marcus didn’t smile back. “Don’t thank me. Just keep your mouth shut. If you say one word to anyone, this deal is off and I’ll make sure you regret it.” “Already planning on it,” Jason said. He pushed off the locker and slung his bag over his shoulder. “See you tomorrow.” He walked out without another word. Marcus stood there alone for a long time after the door shut. The locker room felt too quiet. He could hear the distant drip of a showerhead somewhere down the row.

One way or the other, we were going to talk to each other someday and we can't avoid the talk and confrontation it will bring about. Light seeped out from the corner of Jason's room, his door was already open. Hmm, that's weird. He usually doesn't leave his door wide open like this, so what was he doing? I thought he'd be asleep by now. Letting out a shuddering breath, I pushed the door wide open fully, revealing myself. Jason sat on the edge of the bed, fiddling with his phone. His upper half was bare, covered with bandages, courtesy of Jared and he was clad in white-washed jeans that hung dangerously low on his hips, exposing his v-line. I gulped, shifting my attention from that area. Now

He wasn't happy for sure. There was nothing. I took a deep breath gathering myself before I unbuckled the buckles on the leather mask that covered his face. I pulled it off and put it beside me. Jason looked at me. His eyes. They held no emotion whatsoever. I'm sure they did but I just couldn't figure out what. I took the gun out of his hand and took off his black leather gloves. He just watched. He didn't say anything. He didn't react in any way. He was just so still. So blank. So emotionless. It was starting to worry me.

My mate on display like that. Jason was something of an enigma to me now. He had many masks, other than the one lying beside his plate, and I couldn’t be certain he hadn’t been messing with me, until he said, low, “Forgive me. I didn’t know the extent of what they were planning.” “Red or white?” “No rosé, Alpha Archer?” “That’s for pussies, Lycan. Want to go upstairs and don a dress?” “I’ll stick with water,” he said.

He was smearing it on their faces. "Ohh …right... I forgot we were in the war." That was the Max they all knew. A comedian. A cheerful guy. His personality was slowly coming back. It could be he was feeling comfortable around them or finding a way to fit in. "We better run. They are too many" Jason held Sally's hand and ran forward, still wearing the mask gear. He didn't know when they would attack with the mist again. He wondered what the mist was.

Besides, she had nothing to hide, so she wasn't afraid of being investigated. Zoey gathered herself and turned off the computer nonchalantly. She then dialed her uncle's number, but the call went unanswered. She tried his number again, and someone picked up. It was Jason's assistant. "Ms. Jenner." "Where's my uncle?" "Mr. Fulton's phone is with me. I don't know where he is," The assistant told the truth. He had no idea. Jason disappeared after taking a call the day before and had left his phone in the meeting room. The assistant hadn't heard from Jason for nearly a day. Thankfully, there hadn't been any important matters that required Jason's approval.

“Okау. Are уоu ѕurе I was being fоllоwеd by Nеоn’ѕ реорlе? I dіdn’t ѕее аnуоnе ѕuѕрісіоuѕ оr feel any оnе watching at аll. Juѕt gоеѕ tо ѕhоw hоw much I knоw about surveillance…” “Yоu dіd well. Not tо wоrrу.” It’s not untіl thеn that I lооk over, аnd nоtісе Jason іѕ drеѕѕеd as a соmрlеtеlу different man. A hаt аnd fаkе bеаrd соvеr mоѕt оf his fасе. Evеn hіѕ роѕturе lооkѕ different.

Maybe it was her paranoia or something, but she just had a bad feeling about the guy. He lifted his shoulder in an indifferent shrug, "Not a lot of townspeople come in this early anyway, don't worry about. I'll carry them to your house—" His gaze narrowed the slightest. A predatory look flickered in his dark jade eyes. He loomed over the counter, like he was daring her to defy his adamant offer. "I insist, Melody." She almost missed it. Almost. "I never told you my name." He didn't say anything for a few seconds—just silently stared. He walked out from behind the counter, and brushed off her concern nonchalantly. "Wild guess. You just look like a Maggie," he reasoned as he reached out for th