Jinx Backstory Novels & Stories

I wanted to help his company get back it's IPO anonymously when I heard about what happened to his company, but I was surprised when I heard that he signed a contract with Alex who was willing to help him, I was confused cause everyone knew how much hatred the Anthony bear for them even though no one knew the reason for the hatred till date, all we knew was that the hatred started the year he lost his father. Things became clearer when I heard about Jaxon's marriage to Ayla, I knew that that was the price he paid to keep his company standing, I stared at the both of them and I was happy that Jaxon finally got the happiness he deserves but I didn't know how long that happiness was going to l

"Jinx already have a fiancee, so better stay away." And there, I was more stiffened in my seat. What? J-Jinx? He already has fiancee? He did not tell me that... I looked down as my tears started to fall. Damn. I just told myself that I would not cry in front of her. That I would not let her see me being weak. What happened now, Astra? Why are you so dumb controlling your feelings and emotions? "I am telling the truth, you are just hurting yourself, you know. Jinx has already love another woman that is far away from you. She was more gorgeous, decent, pretty, expensive. Unlike you, you look like a trash."

He had excellent managerial skills, though, and Beau had hired him right out of college. The three of us anxiously stared around the room, waiting for the fourth member of our little group. Jinx was late. Jinx was always late, that wasn’t the problem, the problem was the question of why Jinx was late this time. Carl “Jinx” Willcox was the copywriter of our little firm. He had a way with words that no one else did. Unfortunately, he also had a way with money and booze, harmful ways. The son of a casino owner, Jinx was a gamboling addict from a young age—a problem he often dealt with by drinking excessively. Beau had given him too much rope, often forgiving his late morning and dark glasses, b

He shoved my shoulder and asked for my name and age. "Zax Derix, eighteen, sir," I growled softly. "How long have you hid, it must have been awhile since our complete conquest of your human planet." I eyed him and shrugged and told him five years in their language. He grinned, showing his sharp teeth and told me I was an intelligent boy. I didn't bother to tell him that my absent father was a full blooded Demirkan. My dead mother worked with the government to greet the creatures and got pregnant with me by one named Kohner. He left a few years after I'd been born, apparently I looked too human for him to claim. My Demirkan characteristics hadn't shown themselves until I hit puberty. My mothe

I was Jinx, a lone wolf who had been followed by nothing but misfortune and bad luck since the day I was born. I was a girl who had spent her life struggling to survive, not some divine being with the power to seal demons. "You've finally lost your mind, old man," Calhoun yelled, his voice echoing through the clearing. "She has the same face! The same irritating energy as that cursed goddess!" Azrael screamed back. "There is no way on this earth I would mistake the face of the person who made my existence a miserable, living hell for thousands of years. I see her every time I close my eyes."

When the nurse brought her medication, she'd scream in terror, "Jinx! Jinx! Stay away from me!" She refused to take her meds or eat. It was like she had trapped herself in the ten years when she called me a jinx. Doing this was her way of living through my torment. I watched her and felt a pang of sympathy for her. Then, I hated myself for it. No one sympathized with me back then. "Sharon! Sharon, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! You're not a jinx. I am," she cried out hysterically. "No!" she said bitterly. "It's all Mr. Reyes' fault! He lied to me! He ruined Sharon's life! Sharon, if you're seeking revenge, go after him!"

Well, it's really weird to ask her that. "Not that I remember." Flynn shrugs. "I don't even like his guts." ... "What do you think? Do you think I impressed her?" Jin asks as his men gather for dinner. They all looked down with his question or if not, they just looked away from him. "Didn't you hear me?" He asks again. "What did Huina tell you the day you turned into a God again?" Huina is the Goddess of Justice that cursed Jinan. Joon asks, using his logic to answer God's question without hurting him.

The kid who learned to code because it was the only way to bypass the hunger locks on the ration dispensers. He opened his laptop—not the gaming rig, but his secure, air-gapped notebook. He checked the logs of Project Silent Partner. USER: Jinx_01 STATUS: Offline. LAST ACTIVITY: 02:00 Hours (System Crash). Ren rubbed his temples. Jinx hadn't tried to log back in. She was probably sitting in her dorm room right now, staring at a blank screen, wondering if she was crazy. Ren had gaslit her. He had destroyed evidence of a genocide to protect her life, yes—but mostly to protect his own survival.