Jinx Backstory Novels & Stories

the father exclaims with a mixture of concern and anticipation. Once they completed the task of undressing me, I writhed in agony and let out a piercing cry. My bones seemed to be rearranging themselves in an excruciating manner, and I couldn't help but wonder how many times they had to do so before it was over. Finally, I lay on my bed, panting heavily, trying to catch my breath. ‘Greetings, Skyler. My name is Jinx, and I apologize for not being able to shift until now. I was imprisoned until you encountered the Scarabs, who were able to remove the lock that had been placed on us.’

Jazlyn's mind was completely chaotic now. Because of that man, Jazlyn messed up all her missions and Alvin threatened her with her mother again. The young man of course would not give up on making her to kill that man. Ace Morin, that guy really messed up all his plans. Really bad. "Ah! Shitty man!" shouted Jazlyn again now. The girl was intending to clean herself when the sound of her cellphone rang out again. Not a foreign number or a hospital but from a hospital. The girl's feelings were suddenly uneasy.

Life was good until that one accident that ruined our lives and they'd never managed to catch the driver. And then Ken and I had been orphaned by one irresponsible driver. They'd closed the case putting all the blame on my father as a reckless driver. It was easier for them to pin the blame on him since he was dead and couldn't defend himself. Case closed due to no witnesses and evidence. My attention then diverted to Jack. What happened after yesterday’s incident? Was he doing alright? Why did Jack trust Mark Bowen so much? What if he was a private investigator disguising as a spy?

Jinx is beside him, patting his back. "His parents died during an earthquake ten years ago, and since then, he had been the one fending for himself. He didn't come here of his own freewill yunno. He was kidnapped from a ghetto and brought here by Igor to join the clan, and now he's gone... Just like that? He was s more than a friend, Jinx. He was my brother... How could he just— Jinx was already in tears before he could finish lamenting, but even when she tried hugging him to comfort him, he refused.

Her smiling eyes changed into a glare at the mention of her mother and sister. "I don't have a mother or a sister," she uttered through clenched teeth, her saliva spewing out in front of her. "On the contrary, you do and they wish you'd come home." "So they can sell me again to the highest bidder? Na-ah. I'm happy here, High Elder. Now, if you don't mind, I need that envelope you keep moving away from me." Jinx quickly snatched the envelope from my grasp and walked back to Magnus, her round curvy hips moving side to side.

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.

I shouldn't have been. I'm in awe that they never returned alive because I knew for a fact that if I had faced them, I wouldn't return. Jax would never let me return to the Moonstone pack alive. My head was a new price to pay for his beloved. I remembered how she screamed and begged me to stop while I trampled upon her fragile ego. None of that would have happened if Jax did not betray me. They can revel in their victory for now, but I was not done. I won't be done anytime soon. Jax inherited our family's long-time enemies; it was time to put them to good use. My plan was to make everyone who had looked down on me pay, and I'd die before I gave that plan up.

Guess it isn’t every day that they have guests from other packs over for dinner. “Theo, Brooke, these are my sisters,” Jax says nonchalantly, tossing a thumb in their direction and naming them off in order. “Jade, Jenna, and Juliet.” “I totally see the resemblance,” Juliet marvels, her eyes flickering between Theo and I. “Jaxy, how the hell did you miss that?”

"He lost his mate to a Bloodmoon patrol three years ago. He sees them in every shadow." ‎ ‎She brought the cup to the table. ‎Together, we lifted Jinx’s head. I held him upright while Rhea trickled the dark liquid into his mouth. He coughed but swallowed it down. ‎ ‎"There," Rhea sighed, brushing the hair from his forehead. "Now we wait." ‎ ‎She turned to me, her eyes landing on my hand. I had wrapped a rag around it, but the blood had soaked through. ‎ ‎"Give me that," she ordered.

I raised my glass and gently clinked it with Callista and Odessa. The rich wine in the glass reflected the world itself—complex and real. In this brutal concrete jungle, only kindness with an edge and absolute strength were the true foundations of survival.