Jinkx Monsoon Novels & Stories

She was over the moon knowing that… moreover her untamed, God-gifted beauty; no girl could stand her presence around her, Not even Rose: The sister of Rowen. Her life could seem perfect but is this possible to get a perfect life ever? Maybe not! Every beautiful rose contains either less or many, hurtful thorns. So as LAUREN MONROE's life. Even after being the most beautiful girl in the Pack, Even after being the Mate of Rowen. Even after being so nice… She was the prey of everyone's taunts. She already hit her eighteen but still hasn't got her wolf yet. Sometimes she could feel something inside her… something like an unnamed power but a wolf never coming out.

"She is seventeen years old. She has been alone since she was twelve. She does not know what she is and she has never hurt anyone and she does not deserve what you sent me here to do." The safehouse was very quiet. Marcus looked at the ceiling. Rena kept looking at the floor. Kael's smile did not change. "You think I do not know that," Drak said quietly. Troy went still. "You think I enjoy this," Drak said. "You think I wake up every morning wanting to hunt down children." Something moved through his grey eyes. Old and deep and nothing like the cold authority Troy was used to seeing there. "I know exactly what she is. I know she has done nothing wrong. I know she did not choose what she was

"You have no idea how many times I've been pissed on, honey. It's a guy thing or at least a thing to some of the guys. As far as beating you, been there done that and not my thing, but if the money's right, I'll do it." I'm stuck on the beginning of her statement. "You've allowed men to pee on you?" Her laughter is longer this time and it takes her a few moments to gain control. "Your life has been shit and still you've been sheltered. Think of wolves marking their territory. Hell, think of a dog if you want. Most men need sex and dominance to make them feel like men. The most basic way is to mark what they want. From what you've told me, he marked your skin with the biggest claim I've ever

Silas’s expression sharpened, his gaze locked on her. “The Moon Goddess doesn’t choose an heir through politics or bloodline alone. She marks them—a pattern like no other, etched into the skin, glowing only beneath the light of a full moon. It cannot be faked. It cannot be denied.” Celeste looked down at her hands, her voice trembling. “I carry those markings.”

I have a quiet, deeply personal confession to make to the ceiling of my rental apartment: attempting to maintain even the flimsiest facade of normality after experiencing a near-fatal almost-shift directly in front of a mysterious, impossibly attractive, and infuriatingly silent Alpha is an emotionally and physically exhausting endeavor.

I asked where she was and what I heard then made me want to faint again. "Belle Johnson, you are the new, and soon, the future Goddess of the Moon. The one who claims victory in the coming war.” Are these Elders drugged or something like that?! I was not a Goddess of the Moon! And I, idiotic as I was, said the first thing that came to my mind.

They'd broken my legs to leave me crippled, and I ended up dying on the operating table. Natalie even brought Harvey back to the house earlier this time around. Could it be that one of them had also been reborn? I took a step back in disbelief. How could this be happening? A middle-aged woman came clawing at me like a maniac, and all the women were hurling the worst insults at me. "You monster! Why did you ruin my daughter's life? I'm going to make you pay for what you did to her!" "My daughter jumped off a building to take her own life because of you! She'd only just graduated from college. She had her whole life ahead of her! You're not even fit to be called a human!"

Although my family had promised that they would treat me the same as before even though I wasn't their biological daughter, I'd still ended up in Mykorra's war zone three months later. When I'd accidentally hurt Yvette while setting her bones, they had criticized my medical skills and sent me there to "improve" myself. From then, I'd become the lowest of the low in the war zone—a test subject for experimental drugs. I'd been left with countless illnesses from the drug testing, and my skin was marked with numerous needle marks and scars. Even my kneecaps and hand bones had been dislocated and reattached. And since I'd been one of the few women in the military camp, I'd often been taken advant

“Not yet.” The beast lunged again, jaws open wide enough to swallow her. Instinct overrode thought. She threw up the dagger. A crescent of pale light erupted from it, striking the monster’s snout. It shrieked, staggering back, smoke rising from the wound. The threads to the monolith flickered. Everyone froze a heartbeat at the sight. “You hurt it!” Rowan shouted. The beast roared and charged again, angrier, faster. Silas sprang between Ava and the oncoming mass. The monster’s claw caught him mid-leap and flung him across the clearing. He hit a tree with a sickening crack and slid to the ground, shifting back to human as he fell.

I was born with jinx speech, able to twist even good fortune into disaster. My mentor had sealed my powers in case I abused that ability, which would lead to bad karma. But now, I would take bad karma if it meant making Mark Stanley and Susan York pay for what they did! Still, Susan was furious from being hung up on and bombarded me with voice messages. "Do you think babysitting makes you a big deal, that the world has to suffer your tantrums because of that?! "A petty man like you doesn't even measure up to Mark's little finger!