Jinx Backstory Novels & Stories

ALEXIA They aren’t dating! I wanted to do a dance around the court so badly due to how relieved and happy I was. Although I was aware if it wasn’t going to be Jinx, it was going to be someone else and did he mention she was into girls? Blinking away my thoughts, I tried to focus on the story he was telling me instead. “In a sense, the attention got worse and Jinx was getting harassed daily. It forced us both to face our fears instead of hiding away. She came out to her parents, and we have remained friends ever since.”

Turns out, Jinx’s original plan on the ship was to find someone to harm her. Lalisa recalled Owen Wilson, and in her memory, there was a man, an old man over 60, whom she had seen at the Grayson family’s banquet. Every evening, he would stare at her lecherously, and Jinx had even joked that she could marry into a prestigious family. Her own sister had sought to harm her. Jayce Sherwood sat there, gripping his glass tightly, his gaze turning icy. Three years ago, Jinx had planned to harm Lalisa in the darkness.

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.

Without this job, Julian wouldn’t be finishing university. I had to keep my head in the game. It was simply business. Only it wasn’t, for me at least. Somewhere between it all, the staged dated and shared dinners with his father and the crème de la crème, I had fallen for him and now I had thrust myself in a triangle I didn’t need to be in. We arrived at the Charity gala venue, it was a beautiful ballroom with crystal chandeliers and murals. Everything sparkled in the room.

“We’ve got questions. He tipped us off—sent coordinates, intel on Thornton’s mercs. But he’s a ghost. Why’d he help? What’s his endgame?” I stared at the steam rising from my cup. Jax’s backstory unspooled in my mind—fragments he’d shared in stolen moments, pieced together like a shattered mirror. “He ran away at sixteen,” I started quietly. “Foster system chewed him up. Mom OD’d when he was a kid. No dad. Survived on streets—dancing in underground clubs, dodging pimps and cops. That’s where he learned to disappear. To build hideouts like that bunker. He’s motivated by survival—always has been. But with me… it was more. Protection. He lost a boyfriend to Marcus’s side gigs years ago—overdose

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.

"Oh!" "Well, I see you liked the pink set as well", Bianca tried to start a conversation as she kept on talking to Chris, not sparing me a glance. "My wife wanted it and I believe that it is my duty to get her what she wants", Chris replied sweetly and I blushed profusely. I can't believe he just called me that and so sweetly too in front of his ex-girlfriend. "Oh!", Bianca exclaimed before finally turning to look at me. "I don't think we've met before. I am Bianca Vanderwoods", she introduced herself with an angelic smile.

Neither one says anything, but nod respectfully as we pass, holding back the crowd to let us slip through. The top floor of Jinx looks like your standard nightclub. There’s plenty of bars and little tables to sit at, while the rest of the room is the dancefloor. We cut through the thickest part of the crowd; our eyes trained forward as the sea of writhing bodies part for us alone. It’s on the lower level where the fighting ring is at. Cortana, the woman who owns Jinx, wife of this branch’s mafia leader Jenson Santino, spent close to two million expanding and renovating the basement to be able to include werewolves in their weekly fights.

It’s usually Zain or Kris who accompanies me. “Of course, just wait for me to get dressed, handsome,” he said, running to their room. He’s really a funny guy. Unlike his condo, this place is bigger, more like a family home. It is a rest house, after all. I only waited for about five minutes before Zain finished. He’s really fast. I’ve become close to him; he’s like Kris, very cheerful and talkative. Even if I don’t say anything, just listening to him makes me laugh. He told me that he and Jaxon met before he became an Alpha. He no longer has a family; they died in a car accident before his birthday. He had two siblings, but when his parents died, they left the country, leaving him with relat

"And how did you get him in so much trouble?" "Ah, well… Most of that falls on my poor taste in friends," Jinx replied. "Where do I even begin? That demon used to be Hades's boyfriend, sort of. But that was a few years ago." Banking the plane around the first of the mountain peaks, Jinx related the story of how he met Lexi to his brother. When he got to the part where he wasn't able to save him from dying from the Sender's poison, Jinx faltered.