Jinx 18+ Novels & Stories

When he does, I’ll be right here waiting. An hour drags by. I’m scrolling through my phone when it suddenly buzzes with a message from Echo. Need you at church. ASAP. Fuck. I don’t want to go. I type back quickly. Can I join through video? I’m a little tied up right now. Ten minutes later my phone rings. I answer and the video call pops up. The second I see the screen, I freeze. “What the fuck happened?” I ask. Jinx is sitting there with fresh blood smeared across his face and shirt.

"Sir Zharn. I need to come to the Alpha's cabin. He has an awful fever, he's drunk as well. I've never seen him this way, and I don't -" "I'll be there," I cut the call. "What happened?" Sophie searched my eyes. "Jax. He's losing his mind. That's what's happening. Can you call Anna to let her know we'll be late to the pageant?" "Okay," she nodded, grabbing her phone while I drove. "Where is this?" She said as soon as we reached the wooden cabin. The moon shone over his lonely cabin in the night. "Jax's cabin." I knocked on the door, and Sir Hensley opened it.

But I saw the relief in his posture. "Traffic was murder," Jinx quipped. She looked at me, her eyes widening as they dropped to my stomach. "Whoa. You swallowed a watermelon, Princess." "Good to see you too, Jinx," I said. "How did you get out?" "I didn't," she said, her smile fading. "They caught me. I spent three months in a Council black site before I broke out." She reached into her vest with her good hand and pulled out a small, encrypted data chip. She tossed it to Ashren.

The taxi driver gave her suspicious looks but he still drove her to her destination anyway. He dropped her off in front of a bar and drove off after she paid him. Jade filled her lungs with the cold air before reaching into her back and pulling out her phone. The red dot on the screen of her phone blinked brightly, indicating that she was close to the device it was connected to. She gave a light smirk and walked into the bar. There was no way she was letting her harasser go. She only stopped Shawn from fighting because she knew how terrible he was at it. And since she was wearing a dress, she couldn't get even at the time, so she had cleverly hidden a tracker in his sleeve when she had moved

“Amen, sister. But seriously you really told Alex you’re claiming his bed? Bold move after one night.” I shrugged, still grinning. “Why not? Life’s too short for bad dick and cheating assholes. Alex made me feel wanted, used, and worshipped all at once. I’m texting him tomorrow. Or tonight. Probably both.” Zoe linked her arm with mine, the three of us starting to walk toward the locker room on wobbly legs. “We should make this a regular thing. Naked parties every month. Support group for women who deserve better orgasms.” “Deal,” Mia said. “Next time I’m bringing toys. Or inviting more twins.”

thrilling. “Y'know something, Vermilion, you're delightful” Jinx commented with his hands steering the wheel of the car. She chuckled softly before glancing at the starry night. “Really? I'm glad you think so, and you had fun” Her smile expanded as she diverted her attention back to him. Slowly and unknowingly to Jinx, her eyes scanned his body—her mouth salivated excessively; she wants to devour his flesh so badly. Wordlessly, she leaned closer with her arms snaking to his direction.

I whispered, keeping my voice low so Xavier wouldn't hear every word. "No! Tell me what happened", she shrieked, making me flinch as I kept a bit of distance between my ear and the phone. Sheesh. Well someone's excited. "Well", I whispered. "Xavier is practically a slobbering mess. You know that cock ring I ordered online a week ago?", "Shut up! No way! You used it?" "Mmhmm" "OMG!! Girl he is obviously going to be such an orgasm deprived mess right now but do tell how did you use it?"

He unzipped it with a wicked grin and pulled out something that made my stomach drop and my hole clench at the same time. A fuck machine. Yeah you saw that right. Sleek, powerful looking, with a thick realistic dildo already attached, glistening with fresh lube. The kind you see in those really nasty videos. “Happy birthday, man,” Jax said, setting the heavy base down on the floor which made a heavy thud. “Figured we’d test this bad boy on you while the rest of us watched and get ourselves ready for round two. What do you say, Rick? Ready to get machine fucked in front of all of us?”

Raven Sinclair sat with her combat-booted feet planted wide, black fingernails digging crescents into her palms. Nineteen years old, dyed-black hair with fresh crimson roots, a torn Siouxsie and the Banshees shirt under a studded leather jacket. Across the polished mahogany table sat Saint Valenti, twenty-three, heir-apparent to the Valenti Mafia family, immaculate in a charcoal Tom Ford suit cut so sharp it could have drawn blood. His cufflinks were platinum skulls. His eyes were winter.