Jinx Novels & Stories

She seemed to be genuine. Alex turned and looked through the glass windows. Her eyes were drawn to the banners. They all said Truex 2534. Her mind wanted to see Swift, but it was now just a faded word over top. All this time, it was all just a trick. She wondered what they had done to her. She thought about the Vice on the back of her neck. Jack had said that might be it. She wanted to reach back and touch it but restrained her twitching fingers.

Jinx stood to the side, her eyes darting between Jayce Sherwood and Lalisa, her expression filled with hatred. She sat directly next to Lalisa, blocking Jayce Sherwood’s line of sight and placing her mobile phone, which had a cute rabbit earphone case, on the tea tray. She looked at Lalisa with a threatening tone. “If you want to talk about whatever it is, just say it and leave.” Since Jayce Sherwood lost his memory several years ago, whenever Lalisa came to find him, Jinx would immediately go on high alert. Lalisa’s gaze fell on the mobile phone with a rabbit earphone case on the tea tray. She bit her lip, trying to think of a

she smirked and winked at me. "We can still fuck, though," Zeek shrugged, and she shot him a blank look. "Yeah, fuck...ing disown each other," she replied, and the banter between them intrigued me. I grabbed my fruit cup, popped the lid off, and observed the scene while eating. "Come on, Baby. You're too hot to be gay. That's selfish," Zeek told her, and she gave him the finger. "And you're too ugly to be straight," she shot back, and he pretended to be wounded.

DEVONNE’S POV I don’t know how long I knelt there, I had the vague sense of something filling my head, my consciousness. It was all so crazy, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this much pain in my life before. There was a rushing sound filling my ears, Then all of a sudden, they were there….. all the blank spots in my memory, I was wrong, I didn’t have those blank spots because I drank too much wine. I remembered, the woman who injected me eight before I lost contact with Mela. My wolf’s name is Mela. I stood up and looked up with eyes that were not mine, a growl rippled from my throat. I was filled with anger that wasn’t entirely mine, that is until Arian stepped into my line of vision and I fel

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?”

Billie. The dream came again. Flames roared around me, devouring everything. “Run, baby! Don’t look back! Find Marley! Run!”My mother’s voice cut through the chaos. But this time the fire didn’t burn. It transformed. The raging orange flames shimmered, hardened, and exploded into thousands of glittering diamonds. They cascaded over my skin like liquid stars in a cool and tingling sensation. Every diamond that touched me sent waves of strange, delicious pleasure through my body. My skin felt hypersensitive. I gasped, arching as the glittering stones kissed my neck, my breasts, between my thighs…

I took it and put it on immediately, then he helped me zip it up. I looked up at him, still sobbing silently. “Thank you for helping me,” I mumbled softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "Nah, it's okay. I'm Jax, your unofficial savoir and neighbourhood gay disaster,” he grinned, almost too happily. He seemed to be the free kind of person. I knew something was off about him and the way he was dressed. He's gay. He was chewing his bubble gum like a woman and the way he was swinging his hands up in the air like a woman explained it all.

I could hear the ribald laughter of the guys above the sounds of the showers going. I waited a few seconds to be sure the coach was on his merry way, then entered the steam-filled room. “Hey boys,” I called out in a soft, sultry voice, standing in nothing but stiletto heels and a coy smile. “The name’s Lindsey and I wanna have some fun. Who’s game to fuck? Quarterback Jonathan, one of the few guys I knew by name, looked as speechless as the rest but he recovered quickly. “Not that the offer’s not hot but if coach sees you in here-“

A small, discreet black remote in his hand. “Cassian… what’s that?” He smiled like sin. “You’re wearing a gift.” I swallowed. “You put something in me?” “Not in. On.” His voice lowered. “It’s sitting pretty against that aching little clit of yours.” I gasped. And then- Buzz. My back arched in the seat as the sudden vibration pulsed between my thighs. I slapped a hand over my mouth. He turned it off just as fast. His eyes flicked to me with a dangerous glint. “You don’t speak unless Daddy says. Understood?”

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!