Jinx 33 Novels & Stories

Name: Jin Class:Necromancer Aura: Demonic Aura (Purple) Level: 0/50 Exp:0/2000 HP:1100 CON:110 (1 CON= 10HP) DEF:300 DEX:60 (1DEX= 5 DEF) ATK:75 STR:25 (1 STR= 3 ATk) MP: 210 INT:42 (1INT= 5MP) Speed :47 AGI:47 (1 AGI = 1 Speed) [Skills: Gluttony(Epic).Stealth(Mystic), Enhanced(Elite), Calm down(U), Amplify(Mystic), Poison Mastery(Elite),Biokinesis(Elite), Dash(R)] [Class skills- Resurrect(Elite) Negate(Elite)]

Lean, but not too thin, Tailored charcoal shirt hugs his chest and narrow waist. His ginger hair is copper fire under dim light, thick and slightly unruly at the crown. It contrasts violently with his pale skin, which had freckles faintly scattered across the bridge of his straight nose. The heat drains from me and my erection softens instantly. Trauma does that. I gently push the brunette away and zip myself up without breaking eye contact. “What can I say,” I replied lazily. “An encounter with you and your family is bound to change one’s taste.”

Three Months Long is a story set in Abuja, in predominantly two districts, Wuye and Jabi. Peter and Olivia are in love and want to have a future together. However, Olivia is older than Peter by a few years and already a graduate while Peter is still a freshman in the university . While Peter’s family is not perturbed about the difference in age and academics , Olivia’s family won't have any of it. Peter promises Olivia a forever love but will their love stand the stern test from their parents and the Nigerian society where it's expected for a man to be several years older than his partner? As the story unravels, love, fear, uncertainty, parental pressures determination, trust and values are

‎ ‎All eyes turned to the corner, where Jinx was sitting on a barrel, eating an apple. ‎ ‎Jinx froze. He looked at the map. He looked at the narrow shaft. ‎ ‎"I can fit," he said, swallowing a bite of apple. ‎ ‎"Jinx, no," I said instinctively. "He's a child." ‎ ‎"He's a rogue," Kaelen corrected gently. "And he's the best climber we have. Jinx, if you get in that shaft, you can drop down into the server room and cut the lasers. Can you do that?"

“I’d like to.” “Nah, babe,” Jinx said, and this time, Zoe mentally crossed off another square and did a shot. “We got this, like, for real. You relax and when everything’s set up, we’ll call you back in.” His grin was teasing, cocky, drop-dead hot. “You can inspect. See how we are with our hands.” She gave him a smile now, a real one, and the three men watched as her cold, closed face just lit up, opened up. God, it looked good on her and to a man, they suddenly cursed Wolf’s warning against taking up with Zee.

Instead, he appeared to be immensely relieved that Jett hadn't gone inside to meet the girl. Sabrina was wary of speaking as he walked past. He could call off their date if she made the wrong move. She needed that date to begin the seduction. He couldn't have slept with his mate yet. The scent wasn't that strong, and it couldn't have happened in the few minutes that he went out. They began climbing down the stairs when she spotted Andy talking to a lower rank gamma. Jett stopped at the sight of the two. He regarded Andy with a strange look. Then he said,

“Or maybe he just wanted to give you a graceful way to hand it to someone who actually wants it.” “That's not what this is,” I say. But I don't actually know that. That's the terrible part. “Thirty days,” Vera says, standing, smoothing her skirt. “I'll start clearing my calendar for the transition. No hard feelings, Sera.” There are hard feelings. There have always been hard feelings. I don't say so. I just watch her go, heels clicking against the hardwood, and think, distantly, that I have never wanted to win something as badly as I want to win this.

He inquired. “No... the whole bottle,” “The whole bot— I am sorry madam, but it's limited... shots only.” “Ok, how many shots in the whole bottle?” “Well, it doesn't say, but judging from my bartending experience, I would say thirty,” he bragged. “Yeah, alright give me thirty-one shots of zinfandel,” “But—it's only thirty,” he complained. “Well, I guess, you owe me one,” I smirked. Chuckling lowly in defeat, he shook his head, walking towards the shelf, fetching the bottle, experienced bartender my ass, I've been in it for a year and I learned every code and trick.

he demanded, his grip on her wrist tightening just enough to show he meant it. "Fuck, Ekko, just do it," Jinx panted, her voice a mix of defiance and need, her body trembling under him. That was all the encouragement he needed. He thrust into her deeply, filling her completely, setting a relentless rhythm that had her crying out with every stroke. He angled his hips to hit deeper, his hands gripping her thighs to spread her wider, the sensation intense and overwhelming.

he scoffed annoyingly. “Why won't you let me fuck 'em up, Jessy? He's just a depressed bastard!” came a loud yell from behind. “He doesn't have any friends asides from that stupid blabbermouth. What a pair. A sadist and an idiot!” The remark vexed Jinx to the extent he could no longer retain his composure. Yet, he tried to remain calm as he stood rooted to a spot. ‘Don't give in Jinx. He's just an airhead’ he spoke inwardly to himself.