Jinx Novels & Stories

His grip was iron, his knuckles pressing hard against my collarbone. "You are the catalyst for this chaos," Alexander whispered, his breath smelling of scotch and hot smoke as he leaned down, his face inches from mine. "My enemies are using your face to bleed my company dry. The board thinks I am weak because I let a twenty-two-year-old girl compromise my security. I need to know that you are completely under my hand, little one. Every single part of you."

Cricket “Christina, where are you?” the creepy voice echoed through the house. I turned the gun’s safety switch to off. “I’m sorry,” he continued. “Your friends call you Cricket, don’t they? Well then, I’m gonna call you that, because you and I are gonna be really good friends.” Where the hell is Minus?

Jacob could choose. We both went over and joined them on the blanket. “He sure is a handsome little fella, isn’t he?” Gabriel asked. Jacob was running his fingers through his shiny coat of golden brown hair as he relaxed on his lap. My baby girl was trying to reach over and touch him. “Yes, he is and look at his paws. It’s white, and he has a white patch of hair in the middle of his forehead. It looks like a heart shape.The others don’t have it.” Jacob said in a voice laced with excitement. I placed a finger gently on the little one’s forehead and said, “It really does look like a heart! And you’re right, Jakey, the others don’t have the same mark. This little one sure is unique. How about

The next few days were torture for Cynthia. No matter how many times or through how many orgasms she masturbated, how many cold showers, how many books she tried to read, how hard she worked out, or any other distractions, she was unable to lessen her arousal. Seeing Alex, talking to him, watching him work out or swim, or even being in the same room with him, always made the flustered and horny mother's lust skyrocket. In her desperation, Cynthia had tried several internet searches for controlling her depraved thoughts and desires. Unfortunately, since her previous three searches' results hadn't helped, she added more specifics to her fourth search, resulting in links to mother/son erotic in

‎ ‎All eyes turned to the corner, where Jinx was sitting on a barrel, eating an apple. ‎ ‎Jinx froze. He looked at the map. He looked at the narrow shaft. ‎ ‎"I can fit," he said, swallowing a bite of apple. ‎ ‎"Jinx, no," I said instinctively. "He's a child." ‎ ‎"He's a rogue," Kaelen corrected gently. "And he's the best climber we have. Jinx, if you get in that shaft, you can drop down into the server room and cut the lasers. Can you do that?"

The fresh ink burned like fire, but every shift of my hips sent sparks of unwanted pleasure through me. Jax set the gun down. The sudden silence felt louder than the buzzing. He wiped the excess ink away, studying his work. Then he leaned in close, breath hot against my ear. “This design looks stupid on you. Prissy little vines on a fake like you. You don’t deserve it.” I tried to push myself up. “What the hell, Jax? Just finish it—” His hand slammed down between my shoulder blades, pinning me firmly to the chair. “You want to earn it? Then you’re going to show me how bad you really want this ink.”

replied Hecate frustrated. " That was mean Hecate. Isn't it a common courtesy to ask someone if he is fine or not? I just wanted to help you because I care for you . " said Cynthia. " I don't need your help bloody jinx," said Hecate in an arrogant tone " What ... what did you call me," replied Cynthia " Do you need hearing aids Cynthia ... I called you a jinx ... a bloody jinx," yelled Hecate. " Am not a jinx . " babbled Cynthia

Please, let this be a joke. "Exactly and I'm serious." He says like he's reading my mind. "Oh, I... I'm really s-sorry. I'll bring it back when I get dressed." I stutter and overthink the words I just spoke out loud. I should let it wash first of course. When I'm nervous I sometimes talk weird stuff and stutter all the time. I hate to show it like this.

Lorenzo shrugged, grabbing the wrench from John. He whacked James in the face with it. James groaned, his body falling into shock from the sudden pain. "Come on, James. You can easily avoid this pain by telling me what you did or how you lost $300 000 worth of cocaine." James was breathing heavily, glaring at Lorenzo. "You have very white teeth. I wonder if it'll hurt if I pull them out." Lorenzo smirked and glanced at John. "Hold him." John grabbed James' face and opened his mouth forcefully. Lorenzo only smirked and put the wrench in his mouth, pulling out one of his teeth.

Juicy was in a rage. She couldn't remember ever being so mad...well, actually, she could. Her rages were a frequent occurrence. But not like this. This time they had messed with the wrong sista. The damned homeless guy had jinxed her. She was convinced that if not for his comments everything would have turned out differently. Maybe it was superstitious, but she knew that people crossed their fingers, and said their prayers and made the sign of the evil eye in order to avoid bad mojo. Well for Juicy it was conflict that had to be avoided. Conflict would take over; sink its claws in deep then leave its permeance, its taint in place of all her good intentions.