Jinx X Novels & Stories

he demanded, his grip on her wrist tightening just enough to show he meant it. "Fuck, Ekko, just do it," Jinx panted, her voice a mix of defiance and need, her body trembling under him. That was all the encouragement he needed. He thrust into her deeply, filling her completely, setting a relentless rhythm that had her crying out with every stroke. He angled his hips to hit deeper, his hands gripping her thighs to spread her wider, the sensation intense and overwhelming.

He just laughs and returns to his program. I make a few more notes on my phone, including his typical schedule and the sponsor family he is staying with…hmm, he’s staying with Liz and Fiona’s parents? I know neither of them still lives at home, but I'm surprised that Liz hadn’t mentioned anything about it. Liz had a strong aversion to people she didn't know around her family. Her mate was killed by a rogue right in front of her when they were on patrol. The only good thing was that they had just found each other so the mate bond wasn't so strong that she lost the plot after it. “And done, ghost tracer is active and recording. I’m going to head home, seeing what happened to Isla made me miss

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.

The bitch rolled her eyes backward, moaning so loudly and shamelessly like a banshee while screaming for Jasper to go harder and faster. Vince growled angrily and switched off the TV via its controller before stating, "People would go the extra mile to get what they want; the world is desperate and mean. I have seen a lot through the years; that's why I don't keep friends. Nobody is to be trusted." His words sounded like someone who has been through hell of a betrayal and has learned. "You should get some sleep; it has really been a hectic day. Goodnight, Nelly Moore."

Hunter: The road in was long and dumb quiet, the kind of quiet that tells you everything worth knowing has gone to ground. I kept the bike under the trees and moved on foot, boots chewing at the moss. Xavier’s words looped in my head: Find her before he does. Short, sharp, no room for mistakes. “Beta, are you sure that coming here is the right option?” One of the gammas, Brian, asked. “Are you going to question the Alpha, Brian?” I asked, and he shook his head.

I asked. "It hit straight to voicemail," Ezra said. "I've got an idea." Ezra said, and then in a very accurate Jigsaw voice impersonation he asked, "Do you want to play a game?" Flint appeared bored, but I knew he was amused. "Sure, if it doesn't include getting any of my body parts chopped up." Back in his normal voice, Ezra continued. "Your partner, Scott and you against me. Two teams." He pointed at himself. "The first team that manages to get to the killer, wins."

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.

When the nurse brought her medication, she'd scream in terror, "Jinx! Jinx! Stay away from me!" She refused to take her meds or eat. It was like she had trapped herself in the ten years when she called me a jinx. Doing this was her way of living through my torment. I watched her and felt a pang of sympathy for her. Then, I hated myself for it. No one sympathized with me back then. "Sharon! Sharon, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! You're not a jinx. I am," she cried out hysterically. "No!" she said bitterly. "It's all Mr. Reyes' fault! He lied to me! He ruined Sharon's life! Sharon, if you're seeking revenge, go after him!"

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.

she scolds, but the grin on her face tells me she's not mad. I immediately avert my gaze from the guy. From what I saw though, he has a pretty good build and I think ginger-copper hair. "His name's Jamie" she informs, the grin on her face still wide as ever "Jamie Johnson. He's 17 and already has a college degree, has no girlfriend.. In fact I don't think he's ever had a girlfriend" she whispers the last part. I nod because what else do you do with information you're not interested in¿