Novel & Cerita What Is Jason's Story

He started to say, but I wasn't having it. Drugged or not, or having been through what I had or not, I wasn't going to get a half baked story. I swatted Jason's hand away and gazed at him. "What is going on, Jason? Do you mean to tell me that you were already expecting it to happen?" I asked, confused.

Everyone had ruled this out as an accident, even the authorities. As expected, Jason's rich and powerful background was extremely useful at times like these. No wonder he'd still managed to remain so calm after this incident, as if he'd done nothing more than crush an ant beneath his shoes. And yet, the only person in the world who loved me dearly was gone. I hated it. I was unsatisfied with everything. Even though I was also nothing but another ant to them, there had to be something I could do about it. Who was there to say that an ant bite couldn't kill an elephant after all?

“I don’t hate you. I could never hate you! You’re my son.” At the word ‘son,’ Jason’s eyes widen, but he doesn’t refute the claim like he did earlier. So maybe that’s progress. “All those people,” Jason says quietly. He sniffles and looks away sharply, but I can see his eyes starting to water. “They wanted to kill me. They wanted me dead. They wouldn’t have thought about it twice. My mother is a witch, and my father is your enemy–it’s only a matter of time before I’m killed here! And I tried to kill you, too. My life is over. I’m just… waiting to die.”

He could not stop even if he wished to until he asked everything he got in his mind. "Yes. I will tell you everything later. Can you tell me what happened?" Jason wanted to know how everything happened in town. He was upset about his hometown being turned into a ghost town. But if they could not do anything, it would be the fate of many different towns and cities in the world.

I only wanted one thing now—to understand what truly connected them. “First, you need to understand something,” he said gently. “You have nothing to be ashamed of. Sometimes things happen so we can finally take control of our lives and move forward.” “I’m listening,” I said impatiently. “Jason grew up alone with his father who wasn’t exactly a role model when it came to women. His mother was just another one of his father’s affairs. She never really cared about him except when it came to the money.

I caught the faint pitter-patter of water dropping against a steel surface. "I've been a cancer researcher for years. I've tried to find a cure or at least find a way to help people with cancer for years. However, with every foot I take forward, I find myself leaping ten feet back. Each time, I hit a brick wall which leads me nowhere. Each time I fail to help the people I swore to help," this sounded an awful lot like a villainous monologue. Jason seemed to be giving me his villain origin story and I was forced to listen to every word of it as he continued, "Most of us have the same sob story. At least, that's what people refer to it as. I was seven when my mother died of pancreatic cancer.

When there was a brief pause, Jason gasped for oxygen and whispered, "Actually, I'm looking for a cure for my sexual impotence, which was brought on by my previous tragic encounter with mixed genders when I was arrested a few months ago in the nation where I just finished my contract job assignment as a deep penetrating agent against global terrorism. I don't yet know how to tell my wife that I can't fulfil my responsibility to her as her husband and bed mate, though." Jason communicates with the psychiatrist in an open and honest manner, adding, She is the mother of my two children, Natalie and Steven, as well as a professional global mission lawyer, a volunteer with a non-profit that helps

It's all a big coincidence. I take a seat on the couch, to stop myself from pacing back and forth. I think about what Jason said. He's going to kill Monty. He said it like it was nothing. Is Jason a psycho killer too? He said things were different for them and that there are no cops to go to. So do they just kill each other? Jason's a werewolf and I've been here for weeks with him. I'm sure if he wanted to kill me he could've by now. He told me that he would never hurt me and for some reason, I believe him.

Jason is truly a gentleman because he is not looking at my exposed thigh rather he is more focused on my injury sometimes I think that's why moon goddess hasn't paired me with Jason instead she paired me with cruel ralph "It's okay caroline, sometimes we have to go through the pain," Jason said to me and I looked at him with tear-filled eyes "I have been going through pain since childhood and I have no idea when all the pain will vanish from my life, first my parents died and then my only brother Nicholas went missing and now I have a mate who hates me," I said to him and unintentionally tears slipped from my eyes

, 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