Unmasked Jason Novels & Stories

Jason says as he opens the door wider. I want to disappear! Sterling gestures me to step in and I do so. He follows behind me protectively. “Rose.” I hear Jason say. What is wrong with this guy?! I turn around tentatively. “Hey, Jason. What are you doing here?” I say in a fake cheery tone. He walks towards the couch and flops down in it. He’s shirtless. Why the hell is this man shirtless in my home? How do he even know where I live, and who gives him the right to be half naked?

I spin around, afraid it will wake Jason—I am not ready to confront him about this, yet—but he just groans and rolls over, still sound asleep. I cross to the nightstand and pick up Jason’s phone and see from the pop-up notification that the alert was a text from Frank. Jason, for better or worse, is smarter with phone security than Chuck had been and has a passcode set. But I know Jason well enough that I’m able to take an educated guess: 4815162342. Jason’s favorite T.V. show of all time was Lost—as for J.J. Abrams’ T.V. career, I lean more toward Alias, can’t imagine why . . . Sure enough, the enigmatic string of numbers from the T.V. show works, and I open up the text from Frank.

She must be upset that Natasha is all over me. Jason walks over to me. Jason is my childhood buddy who hangs with me and Jack often. He hasn’t found his mate yet either. Jason looks dapper in his white t-shirt, maroon jacket, and black pants. His golden blond hair is slicked back neatly and he is wearing rings on almost all his fingers. He is a big fan of piercings, jewelry, and tattoos. Even though his clothes are hiding most of his tattoos, his neck is fully covered with tattoos giving him a sexy look. I wonder why he wears rings on all his fingers. The piercings and jewelry are such an inconvenience when one tries to shift into a wolf. I guess he doesn’t care about spending some more time

came a masked man. The man had a gun in his hand and he aimed it at Jason whose back was turned to him. Jason turned around to face the man but in the move, he kicked the gun from the man's hand and quickly grabbed him. Without wasting time, he broke his neck. He pulled him to the back of the trailer and added him to the other guy. He took the clothes of the man and put them on. He took the man's mask off and he put it on. He boldly walked towards the warehouse with his disguise. He opened the back door and entered. There were shelves with boxes packed on them. The shelves with boxes were everywhere lined up in multiple files. He walked in between them towards the front. He could hear voices

Jason Pov "Son I'm proud of your works. Our spy at ACCM says the experiment alpha was successful. We need to kill the person they used for the project. Now that we have shaken the world with scientists murder, they will probably be on their way to stop us and that is when we strike " The mask man spoke and Jason bowed. He hated his master. The only reason he joined him was because he had no choice. He didn't want his sister to be living and think she had no family alive. He endured the disgusting man presence for Arenza and now that he was very skilled and strong, he already begun his revenge plan. "I guess attacking the ACCM will be the last thing to do before I kill this stupid man. I wil

Jason took my hand, and we left the store together. As soon as we stepped outside, Jason came to a sudden stop. "Um, is something wrong?" I asked, a little puzzled. "Nothing's wrong but could you help me put on this sunglass and nose mask"," Jason said, pulling out a pair of sunglasses and a nose mask from his pocket. "Can't you do that by yourself"I asked Jason"."No, I don't want to let go of your hand"Jason said with one of his dazzling smile and my heart actually fluttered.

Nevertheless, he quickened his pace and hurried towards home. “I can help you, you dumbo. All you have to do is to kill these people after your lives.” “I don’t kill people,” Jason said, surprised that he felt so much about this, even though he had wished very much for his uncle’s death. “You want your uncle dead, yet you cannot kill him? Coward!” “Shut up!” Jason screamed and passers-by watched him curiously. He stared at them all awkwardly, muttered an excuse and continued hurrying to his house.

Only Jason could have scoured the territories and flushed them out—if he still had his powers. But Jason was broken. Powers gone. Memory fractured. Heart drowning in guilt. Disastrous feelings for me. He hadn’t known a single peaceful day since the massacre. He hadn’t bothered to aid the Coratos in hunting the Unions. Because if he had tried—if he had counted his enemies—the Hawks sheltering them would’ve flashed in his ledger.

However, it was impossible for the man not to recognize Jason. "Hey, Jason McKennel. I'm Edmund Cox. I should have known this were you. This look of yours—what happened to you?" the man asked to which Jason did not reply. Jason deliberately looked ordinary because he had another goal, not to show how famous his father was, but to be himself, even if only once. He wore casual clothes and jeans that made his appearance more youthful. And indeed, no one recognized him before. "Just fashion. I heard you're going to close this place down. Is that true?" asked Jason, getting straight to what he wanted to ask the man.

“Jason replies grinning. So, on the spot that day, Nancy makes the decision to smuggle Jason out for the haciendas’ disputes so that she can assess its condition and carry out her undercover research into the reasons behind the mountain people's uprising and attacks. Jason knows exactly what is going on because he has been keeping an eye on everything from the jungle. However, he is unable to explain to her why he chose to ignore her concerns while focusing on the terrorist and rebellion issues that may pose a threat to the stability and peace of the world. Jason muttered quizzically, "I am a deep-penetrating secret representative from an international agency, and I must keep it a secret fro