Jinx X Silco Novels & Stories

I defended myself. "You better!" she yelled once more, and Chad placed his arm around her as he sends comfort. Lovi's eyes shifted to Chad, and he glared at him in an evil way, which made him nervously gulp some air. "I promise," I attempted to compromise. "And I promise that I am going to kill you, Cloud Hendricks, should you decide to hurt my best friend! We were out there helping you out, so do not even think about cheating and going back to that Juliana!"

The silence in the apartment was absolute. It was the kind of silence that comes after an explosion, when the ringing in your ears is the only sound left. Lorenzo stood at the window, a stark silhouette against the city lights, his shoulders rigid. The bond between us felt like a frayed wire, sputtering with the raw, jagged energy of his rage and betrayal.

It was aggressive and loud—spiked shoulder pads, a mohawk made of holographic flames, and a leather jacket that said BORN TO FRAG on the back. "You can't call shotgun, Leo," Jinx said, leaning against a stack of virtual tires. She looked like a futuristic racer, wearing a suit made of white and pink carbon fiber, holding a racing helmet under her arm. "I'm the designated driver. My Agility stat gives me +20% Vehicle Handling. If you drive, we flip in the first turn."

The first day of the competition goes by smoothly and we’ve made it to the final top ten. Tomorrow this stupid quiz is over and I can finally go home to my bed. Putting on my headphones I sink into the chair, studying everyone in the room. Myles: senior, playboy, annoying and he touched my hair so he must die. He's the iron-man of the group and I'm referring to him out of his suit. Nicole a.k.a. Nic: is our resident bad girl and rainbow rider. Quiet and respectfully minds her business except when peed off. In other words, she's the Pepper to our Iron Man without the love. Kevin, Tom and Julian: all three seem to be the muscle where their mates are the brain. However, they're incredibly good

“Why isn't it opening? I need to get outta here.” “Yeah, about that —” I said as I stepped up to her. I had a syringe in my hand behind my back. I injected her with the GHB, and she instantly fell to the floor. “Sorry Shirley, but I can't have you seeing where my headquarters is.”

Shadow let out a sigh. “Your woman is one of the women is supposed to be sold or enslaved , right?” Taking in a breath, Snarl locked his fingers together resting his hands on the table . “I wanted a female witch to fuck. I was made aware of being able to wait till you find your mate. I paid a price to have her back in my life and I am not ready to lose her now Shadow." "Hazel. She was the runt, an outcast of her pack. Her mother and father, along

He held me as if he were trying to imprint the shape of my soul onto his skin, armor for the dark place he was going. "Guard the den," he whispered against my lips. "Come home," I breathed back. … The hangar bay was freezing. The atmospheric shields were down to allow for launch, and the mist from the ocean rolled in, clinging to the black metal of the Gilded Hawk. The strike team had already boarded. Jinx stood at the base of the ramp, checking the seals on her hazmat suit. The necrotic veins on her neck were visible above the collar, black lines pulsing with a sickness that Silas could only slow, not stop. She looked like a dead woman walking, and she didn't seem to care.

The man stared deeply into my eyes. “His blood is your blood.” He turned to Daire “Her blood is your blood” He picked the goblet up and poured the remainder of the liquid on to both of us. “You. Are. Krvna.” The Man Hunched over again The chanting started up again. The liquid started to seep into my skin. It moved to the place that Daire had cut me. It danced on my skin healing the wound. As the wound healed a symbol started to form. A blood red bow with frayed tassels was all that remained. The bow around us slipped away. I could move again. Daire scooped me up into his arms. I hugged him back tightly.

she said, loud enough for the walls to hear. The silence that followed was deafening. Then Malcolm whispered, low and venomous “Then I hope you’re ready to bury every piece of your past. Because from this moment on, you are no longer my daughter.” Lana stood frozen as the words echoed: You are no longer my daughter. For a second, it felt like the walls of the Silken Group’s high-rise had swallowed the air, as if every glass panel had turned against her. But Dominic reached for her hand—not to save her, but to anchor her. His grip was steady, warm, defiant.

"I'm sorry, Grace. The forest really isn't safe. I have to find him. I promise I'll come back and finish this with you." I gave him a faint smile, though I could barely breathe through the pain in my chest. He would not come back once he left. That was always how it ended. As he bent down to comfort Laila, I quietly poured the bond-breaking potion into the wine glass. I walked over and held it out to him, my voice soft but firm. "Finish this, and I'll forgive you." Philip smiled and finished it in one gulp. He put the glass down and left with Laila without a second glance.