Jinx Book 2 Novels & Stories

"I liked the music in the old lobby. This feels like a funeral." Jinx sat opposite him. Her playful neon accents were gone. She was now a void of light-bending "Vantablack" fabric, a stealth suit that seemed to absorb the room around her. Her face was concealed by a mask that showed no emotion, just a flat, reflective glass surface. "Welcome to the big leagues," Jinx said, her voice filtered to sound like a whisper in a dark room. "Tier 2. No more tutorials. No more hand-holding."

this little blonde mini me of my mother commanded and I grumbled as I took the book in defeat "What was Jinx saying?" he asked. "He thinks your a rooster block." I said truthfully. "A rooster block?" he asked his little brow furrowed. "Jinx is crazy, dont worry about it buddy. This book is the last one okay?" I sighed as I sat back down next to him and began to read.

She’d dug deep for that sexy, flirty woman that Zeke (no, not Zeke, Silver) had responded to, the woman that she’d once been and lost, and given the three men a wicked grin. “Thick as my wrist,” she’d drawled, heart thumping as she wondered if she was going too far, “and juicy enough to run off my chin.” A few seconds of silence. And then – “Holy Lord,” Jinx had breathed as the other two had laughed long and loud. “Clearly we shouldn’t let the prim little blouse fool us, huh? No way any of us is going to get the better of you, you sassy minx. Honey, you’re gonna be just fine here.”

He asked softly. "Tack," she said sympathetically. "I know you are about Maggie ..." "This has nothing to do with Maggie!" He said over her mouth. "Shanks is just ..." He gestured around with his hand in the air, as if he wasn't sure which adjective to use for me, since he had already used the word penetrative . "Today is her first day and she was already injured!" Maggie? I had heard the name before today, right? "Bad luck for the artists," Jilin replied calmly. "She is the best of ..."

Those days of me being this scared girl are long gone. Jason reaches down, slowly lifting my bloody shirt up, causing me to wince at the stinging pain. I look down at the bloody claw marks on my side. I felt the pain of Lilly's claws digging into my side, but With my adrenaline pumping during the fight, it didn't hurt as much, but I'm definitely starting to feel it more now. "Why is it tingling?" I wince at the pain, looking up at Jason. It feels almost as if ants are moving around underneath my skin.

Exhaustion is taking over, and I am having trouble keeping my eyes open. Right before my eyes close, the last thing I see is Braxius's blue-green eyes filled with love and sorrow. Except, I somehow know everything will be all right with him. That only thought is making my leaving easier, and I stop fighting the darkness. I am floating away towards total oblivion. I am having a few brief flashbacks of my short life of twenty-two years and growing up in New Jersey with Meena, my younger sister of nine months. I accepted my entry-level position at a prestigious marketing firm and graduating from college with honors as a business major with a minor in history.

He picked up a lock of her hair and twirled it around in a flirty manner. Jealousy welled up inside of me. That bastard was purposely trying to hurt me now! I saw him leaning down and what it looks like, kissing her neck. Oh, hell no... I picked up my pizza on a tray and strode over in their direction. I pretended to go to the table behind him, but I purposely tripped and dropped the entire slice of pizza on top of Jenny's head on the way to the table. "Ugh! Gross! What the hell is the matter with you!" she squealed.

Each one a memory: Zade’s teeth, his tongue, the way he’d held me down and marked me like he couldn’t stand the idea of anyone else ever touching what was his. The book reached its peak. The heroine came with a broken cry, clenching around him, and he followed right after, groaning her name like a curse as he spilled inside her. I snapped the book shut, heart hammering, skin prickling with awareness. I was soaked. Throbbing. So turned on I could barely sit still. And he was watching. I knew it.

There were just too many secrets. The tea took no time to work its magic. Nikodem forfeited his bedroom for Gwendoline and my use, so I positioned myself on the bed and closed my eyes. I could hear movement around me. It sounded distant, yet I knew it was near. The enigmatic mumbling of male and female voices caught my attention. They too sounded remote, although I knew they were the voices of Gwendoline, Luthias, and Jason in the room. The tea Gwendoline prepared for me was preventing me from focusing. Rather than fight it, I succumbed to its embrace. I could ask them later about their conversation.

The den was a ruin of shattered pottery and torn tapestries. Jenny, instead of cowering, lifted her chin with the arrogance of a false Alpha, urging Harrison toward the door. She looked at the old man as if he were nothing more than a club to beat her enemies with. Avery, her face a mask of cold fury, helped Trent up. "What is this madness?"