Unmasked Jason Novels & Stories

“Then give it.” The noise of his handcuffs touching the table surface was audible as he shortened his posture. “My name is Jason Walsh. As a part of an undercover team, our existence remained top-secret beyond official records. Our squad executed demanding goals for national security duties the government refused to take public credit for.” Our eyes met briefly during our conversation. Jason continued. “I left five years ago. Tried to disappear. And for a while, I did. Until…” His voice faltered, then steadied. “Until my daughter got sick.”

Ethan followed me, but I was sick of seeing him. Finally, I found Jason on the riverbank downstream. He was leaning against a rock. His clothes were torn, and there were several scratches on his arms. He was looking down and inspecting a backpack—Ethan's cursed backpack. “Are you crazy?” My voice shook as I rushed to him. I nearly threw myself into his arms. He wiped the water from his face and smiled his usual smile as he replied, “I’ve always thought you were born to excel… You shouldn’t let such a golden opportunity slip past you. What if you do want to go back to New York?”

Everyone envied us, calling us a true match made in heaven. As for Jason, he neglected his company until it went bankrupt. His buddies who once followed him went their separate ways. One by one, those same people's lives fell apart. But Jason? He vanished completely. Some said he drank himself to death, while some said Marcella, bitter with resentment, had him locked away. The rumors varied until one day, a video was sent to me from an unknown account. In it, a frail, withered man crawled forward step by step, bowing his head to the ground again and again, begging for a chance to reunite with a woman he could never see again in this life.

I said. "Hey, Brianna, can you get this straight?" someone said impatiently. "This is a class reunion, not some kind of public trial. Can't we just eat in peace?" I turned to look at the speaker. It was Jackson Wright, the class secretary. Back in high school, he'd never held back when it came to verbally abusing me. He used to say my bob haircut hurt his eyes, that I walked around all day with a blank expression and a sickly yellow face, like something not quite human.

Mom turned around to look at me after dismissing the Maid. I hadn't seen Jason since the morning. And he wasn't in his room either. I checked it on the way to meet Dad. “He went to the Dark Forest Pack to meet his Uncle. His uncle is willing to announce him the next Alpha of the Dark Forest Pack. It wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. It's better. We didn't have to use a hard way to snatch the pack from him. He got the pack without shedding any blood.” “Oh, I see. I will go and get ready to leave for the office.” Saying that I left from there.

Jason quickly confessed his reason for being there. "His son, Otani was here.... And he needed to know if Flora, his son's mum was okay.... And also about the war... He seeks a peace negotiation.." It was at this point he received the biggest shock of his life. "Flora didn't make it...." "Otani survived and is recuperating..." Then Richarlison walked over to him and showed him the video which he recorded... Jason was further shocked when he found out that Jake was responsible. Someone he thought was his alliance.

Jason replied immediately and I figured it was best I went solo right now to avoid him noticing or being suspicious of his surroundings, so I texted him saying, “Not right now. I will inform you when everything gets set.” I heard the gate open up and I saw the same guard from earlier walk out, approaching his motorcycle parked. I watched him place an envelope into a briefcase and I presumed that was the papers Jason was going to sign for his father. I watched him closely and I discovered he was in plain clothes, no sign of the pack, no uniforms in sight. “Jason must indeed think he is playing a smart one on me,” I whispered to myself shaking my head in disappointment. As soon as his guard wa

I nodded my head again, and I walked into the suite. After Jason confirmed for the fifth time that I did not need anything while I waited, he casually took off his shirt as he headed to the bathroom to shower. I do not know whether he did that on purpose or not, but it definitely got my attention. His naked chest… his back muscles… the hint of the “V” heading into his shorts… D—n this mate bond. And d---n my hormones.

She frowned, lifting her gaze to the mysterious figure dressed in black clothing from head down to toe and a nose mask covered his nose and mouth, leaving just his eyes to view. “Who are you?” As she finished her question, the man raised his hands pushed the hoodie cap off his head, and pulled off his nose mask. “What the fuck, Jason.” The name left her lips in a hiss of disgust and disbelief. “The fuck? This is what being fucked means.” He pointed to the wounds on his body and face that he was yet to heal from Caspian’s brutal beating. “You never learn. You were asked not to come close to me again.”

He cleared his throat and straightened his suit as he informed Mace of the events that had transpired. "Mr. Sinclair," Jacobson began, "I went to deliver the documents to Ms. Everhart, as you instructed, but things didn't go quite as planned. She tore up the documents and attempted to physically attack me. I think she might be...unstable." Mace's response was predictably gruff and unapologetic. He regarded Jacobson with a steely gaze, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "So, let me get this straight, Jacobson. You couldn't handle a single woman? Are you telling me that a petite, fiery brunette scared you off?"