The Pack (2)
She said and mason dismissed himself.
The Pack (3)
I looked around and found a nice pair of sneakers to ware, i found a new bag close to the one i have, i payed and went to the bathroom changed into my new clothes fixed my hair and left, i got into the center of the mall and mason greeted me.
Black Meridian 02: Death Throes
Thume lit up a smoke, and mason peeled off his jacket. "you did good boy." thume said, clapping fletcher on the shoulder. his voice picked up and he tilted his head towards mason.
Half-Blood Chapter VIII
"somebody needed my help father," she told the man turning towards mason, "mason, this is my father john monet...father this is lucas mason..." she said introducing the two, "mason and his sister were attacked by angels.
A Dark and Stormy Night
He closed his eyes and resigned himself to the washing, a smile appearing in mason's face. now that he had the coyote in his hands, mason filled the glass again and poured it over half of the foot.
Hunter's Thanksgiving
mason announced by way of greeting. "i'm four." hunter blushed. "mason!" his mother scolded. "be nice to your cousin." mason grumbled.
A Fox Amongst Wolves Part 6: Sly Fox
I could tell that they wanted to talk about mason but not in front of me.
Cohen Loop: Rejects, Part 2
Looking back to mason, he asked "mason... can you tell me the three phin ethnicities?" scowling and remaining standing, mason rolled his eyes. "there's four.
Half-Blood Chapter VII
I will not let mason's sister become a thrall to a damn angel!"
Cohen Loop: Rejects, Part 3
The soft, upward trill of roller's response gave mason the impression that the longos approved of his statement, and the follow-up words confirmed it. "yes, mason. you are correct.
Baby New Year, Do Your Thing
"everyone say good-bye to widdle mason's itty bitty weewee!" she said. "bye bye, widdle mason's itty bitty weewee!" everyone said in unison. hunter could not believe that this was happening.
House Rules
mason shook his head, his handsome features dimmed by his smug expression. he wasn't one to gloat, ordinarily.