Jinx Cat Stare Novels & Stories

They look like they could tear me apart. His narrowed eyed glare roves over me. I hold his stare, watching as something crosses his eyes. Something that looks very close to hatred. I freeze. “You had your chance, Ora. You jinxed it. Now, may the auction begin.”

"At 3:30 in the morning. Right." She grabbed her backpack. She shoved the SSD into her bra, next to her heart. She grabbed her heavy soldering iron—it was heavy enough to be a weapon. She ran to the window. She was on the fourth floor. She threw the window open and looked down. The rain was torrential. There was a fire escape, but it was rusted, detached from the wall, and ended ten feet above the concrete alleyway. In the game, Jinx had the "Cat-Fall" perk. She could leap from rooftops and land silently. She had +50 Agility.

It was very ruthless and a resolute punishment of Xiaza that she always used to traitors that have the guts to betray her and harm her. The silly zombie also gaze back at her when he notices Xia looking at himself, their gaze clashes bringing an unfamiliar and familiar electricity with each other. The gaze of the two became deep, their eyes never shifting away and the little black iris in the dull eyes of the zombie and the honeyed coloured phoenix eyes of the little girl swirled like a storm as if challenging which one has the strongest and influential gaze that can attract the two of them and will be the first to admit defeat.

They could focus on you like a laser, pin you in place, and direct so much intensity at you that your personal space felt invaded. Even after four years of working for him, I was not immune to that unflinching, relentless, apex-predator stare. Not at all. It was like being watched by a jungle cat. A big, badass jungle cat who wondered what an insignificant little thing like you was doing in its domain. “Anyone can perfect a stare like that if they try hard enough,” I said. Hanna squinted, and her mouth curled into a smile. “You know something? I think you like him.”

The tingles it brings to my body, I was there for all of it. The students cheered for us making me blush even harder, I was sure my face looked nothing less than a tomato at the moment. Lost in the moment a loud growl was heard, laced with a tinge of anger. We both pulled away and turned behind us curiously. Jena stood there furiously, her claws elongated ready to rip anybody that comes across her. Why was she glaring at me though?. Just a minute later, Zack roared and uttered "Mate", his eyes glowing and shining with unexplainable happiness and it was all for her, Jena.

She's seen me. I thought of diving back down but it seemed too late to do so. Taylor blinked, turned and continued on. Her eyes were a mist. Like she couldn't see. A deep frown settled on my face, my gaze averting to the to young fellow standing in middle of the forest, light rays bathing him. ‘Zino, did you see that?’ I mouthed to my wolf. ‘Mhmm.’ he responded, my claws growing out. ‘She is been Jinxed.”

"So do me a massive favor and leave me the hell alone." Matilda's eyes flashed with venomous fury, her mouth curling into a hateful line. She looked past me, staring directly at Jaxx with a glare meant to intimidate, though he stood there like a stone wall, his face entirely unreadable, his eyes flat and dangerous. I felt the subtle shift in his stance, the coiled tension of someone who'd spent years learning when to strike and when to wait.

I feel my pants growing tighter the longer I stare at her bare skin, and teasing mouth. Why this strange woman is having such a strong effect on me I don't know, but I can't seem to take my eyes from her. I shift my gaze back up to her hands, finally noticing that she is leaning unpleasantly close to another man. The unfamiliar twinge of jealousy flares in my gut. She can do much better than this lanky blonde boy. His smile is sleazy and assuming, but I don't think she notices. She lifts her glass up to her mouth to finish her drink, licking her lips as she places it back on the bar, her nails clicking on the dripping glass.

Burney threw ours on top, gave my waist a squeeze then let me go. I looked up at him, surprised to see his face void of the stupid grin he'd been wearing half a minute earlier. I dropped my gaze to the waiting group and understood. Stan was staring at us, radiating authority as he stood legs spread, arms folded in jeans and a dark blue shirt. "Get your rears over here!" Our eyes darted to each other as we stepped forward. Stan was a scary bugger, made more so by the fact that I was still convinced he would rather me dead than in his nest.

His eyes flash a different color, not that terrifying black that he had shown me once and I thank the heavens. Jax opens his mouth to speak before it turns into a still pause, his head cocked to the left. His entire body tenses then before he grabs my hand hauling me back through the house. "You asshole!" I cried, scraping the mud from my clothes. It's completely fuding ruined. "Shush, " Jax snaps. Kate watches our interact from her place in the sofa, rolling her eyes and dragging her hand across her face. "You took back the stray kitten? How nice." She comments lifting herself from her seat.