Jinx Webtoon Novels & Stories

Why is it so hard to? My eyes stung so badly and my nose got hot a bit as I thought about it. I have been trying to draw him for the past six months now but it all came out the same; with no face. Maybe I just need to drink some water and try again. I stood up from my seat and walked out of the room before going down the stairs. I passed by the sitting room and Chris is sitting down with his eyes focused on the television with so much intent. I don't think he even realizes that I am here but whatever.

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.

What are you doing? Geni: Laundry. Want some company? Me: I know what you're trying to do. I'm fine. Geni: You're not fine. You've been moping around all week. He's an asshole. You need some fun. Me: Yes he's an asshole. But fun on my day off means Jamie Fraser in a kilt. Geni: Really. Which episode are you on? When I don't answer her fast enough, because I don't honestly know, she texts again.

My phone buzzed in my hand so hard my fingers went numb. I looked down. The DMs were stacking up faster than I could read them. [Sophia Shaw, come on, we're classmates, give me a discount. Fifty for one round, deal?] [With a body like yours, who could stop at just twice a night?] [I've sent the money. I'll meet you at the hotel you pinned tonight] My mind went blank. I threw the phone away. That suffocating feeling–like a plastic bag being pulled over my head–came rushing back, choking me.

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.

Well, it's really weird to ask her that. "Not that I remember." Flynn shrugs. "I don't even like his guts." ... "What do you think? Do you think I impressed her?" Jin asks as his men gather for dinner. They all looked down with his question or if not, they just looked away from him. "Didn't you hear me?" He asks again. "What did Huina tell you the day you turned into a God again?" Huina is the Goddess of Justice that cursed Jinan. Joon asks, using his logic to answer God's question without hurting him.

Eight days of tight rations and a choking blockade. Jinx was waiting in the subterranean garage. She had a plasma rifle resting casually over her shoulder. When she saw us step out of the shadows, she let out a breath she looked like she had been holding for a week. "You look alive," Jinx noted, her eyes lingering on Ashren. "More than alive, actually. You look like you slept for a year, Wolf." Ashren offered a rare, genuine smile. "The poison is gone, Jinx. How is my city?"