Jinx Crazy Novels & Stories

A powerful one. A dangerous one. A plan fueled by her two strongest forces: vengeance and boredom. --- The Plan: Offer him Chai. Innocently. Casually. Sweetly. And then maybe "accidentally" ruin something important. Timtim made the chai herself — extra hot, extra ginger. The kind of chai that could cure heartbreak, back pain, and bad vibes.

" What is that man doing here, Candy? " Zach creased his forehead as he pout his lips towards Brandon's direction. " Leave him, Zachy. " Candice tap his arm smiling. " I've been telling him to stop coming here but he's just so stubborn. I know he's not used to this kind of work but he insisted it. So, I let him. Let's see if he will give up . " Her eyes twinkling. She thought of something. " Why don't we go to the resort? Let's leave him here and take a dip at the river." She convinced him.

Jessica sneered viciously as she folded her arms in a grAcelonful manner. "I think he already has a dozen kids out there, it's just that he's too much of a jerk to admit it." Acelon replied heartlessly as he threw a half smile at Shane. And Jessica then used Acelon's comment as a topic of conversation to corner Shane who was trying to evade. They all end up drowning in the chaotic atmosphere that Jessica and Shane managed to create regarding Shane's habits with her women. As for Acelon, he remained the party that continued to radiate silence with all kinds of prejudices that only himself knew.

I said. Nancy's face twisted in disbelief. She could not hold it in anymore and snapped at me, saying, "Jessica! This is a joke, right? You're serving instant noodles at a wedding banquet?" I let out an icy laugh. "What else should we be eating at this wedding banquet?" All eyes turned to me at once, sharp and piercing. Nancy's face flushed red. She looked like she wanted to disappear into the floor. "What kind of wedding serves this? Other people prepare full meals with meat and seafood! You're humiliating the Jones family!"

June sighed heavily, “That’s not a Fuck’em Dress, Chrissy…” “I know, but I’m not a Fuck’em Girl, I’m a Champion.” I said with a grin. The rest of the ride consisted of June regaling me with tales of the big black bulls she’s bedded in the past, and occasionally rambling about her friend Shiloh as if she were a movie star. I’m not above admitting that by the end of the ride, I’m was squirming with excitement. We went to the hotel, and June helped me do my make-up. Also not my strong point. She went a little heavy on the mascara, but she said it was important for “Psychological Warfare” so I didn’t complain. She said the same thing about the bright red lipstick.