Jinx Comics Novels & Stories

These boys aren’t known for their originality, after all, and it is one hell of an effort to remember a woman’s name, huh? Zoe swallowed her sigh, and stayed focused on being polite. These strangers had just done her a massive favor, and they hadn’t done a single goddamn thing to hurt or offend her. Reminding herself to dial down the bitch vibe, she shook the second man’s hand now, offered him a small smile. “I’m Jinx,” he said, his green eyes somehow cool and sultry at the same time. She stared into them, feeling like she was looking at a crisp, sunny spring morning. “We’re glad you’re here. Maybe you’ll do me the honor of doing my next tattoo?”

It bumped against the pier with a hollow thud. Jinx didn't wait for the gangplank. She vaulted over the railing, landing on the concrete. She looked awful. Her tactical gear was shredded, her face was gaunt, and her left arm was in a sling. But she was grinning. "You guys are hard to find," she rasped, walking toward us. "I had to bribe three smugglers and a parrot just to get the coordinates to this rock." "You're late," Ashren said, crossing his arms. But I saw the relief in his posture.

Why don’t I like this guy? Jinx runs to the coffee table and sniffs. Drool strings from his mouth as his eyes flicker between the food and Alejandro, waiting for the command. Any signal to attack the pizza. “Just our emotional stability,” Jesse teases. “And Axel’s last two brain cells,” I toss in, because I’ve had enough brooding for one night. I grab a slice of pizza and pat the couch. Jinx rests his chin on my knee, quivering with restraint, watching, waiting. His nose in the pizza, puppy eyes on Alejandro.

[Clan Gym] Loud and Jinx are inside with scanty other mobsters, exercising late. It's only peaceful like this at night, which is why Loud prefers night visitation to mornings. He's on the cable machine while Jinx is on the upright bike, both sweating as heavy exhales escaped their stressed nostrils. "Shouldn't we stop now?" Jinx's voice barely came out. "One more minute," Loud inhaled. "You said that thirty minutes ago too, fûcker." Jinx swallowed, getting down from the bike.

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.

she laughed and Katherine chuckles softly. "I wish she didn't shot Alexa then this would have been more fun cause it's laterally boring" jinx said picking on her nails while everybody just look at her like she's some ghost, not like they are expecting more from her anyways, she like it when she have to watch people fight and that's how she end up on Alexa black book.

But she didn't try to get up. She arched her back, her chest brushing mine, and I felt my pulse jump. "Is this the part where you growl and tell me I’m yours? Because the growling is a bit cliché." "I’ll work on my material," I whispered, leaning down until my lips brushed against her ear. "But for now, I’ll stick to the classics. You’re a mess, Jinx. A beautiful, dangerous ticking time bomb. The Council and the Hunters are all coming for you."

All I could see was blood, blood,blood. The leader of the gang who I hung on tree came last as he saw me almost lifeless on the ground, he started laughing and was happy that I would soon die and I felt like I could hear what he was thinking. The laughter within him made him unconscious of his environment, a long piece of piece of metal was thrown through his stomach and he laughed his last. I looked up and found someone trying to carry me up. I chuckled and fainted.

He wouldn't pay a single cent and stood there with his hands on his hips, looking completely self-righteous. "That jinx fainted at the company, so this counts as a work injury. Our family has no money." The company manager saw me writhing in pain on the hospital bed. Afraid I would die, he softened and helped cover the hospital fees. Dad left, leaving me barely alive. No one from the family came to see me. All I wanted was a little bit of love. How naive I was. After nearly dying, I realized I should have cut ties with them years ago. But if I left home just as pathetically as I'd lived there, I would be unworthy of the "jinx" nickname I'd been called for years.

I was born with jinx speech, able to twist even good fortune into disaster. My mentor had sealed my powers in case I abused that ability, which would lead to bad karma. But now, I would take bad karma if it meant making Mark Stanley and Susan York pay for what they did! Still, Susan was furious from being hung up on and bombarded me with voice messages. "Do you think babysitting makes you a big deal, that the world has to suffer your tantrums because of that?! "A petty man like you doesn't even measure up to Mark's little finger!