Junkrat X Symmetra Novels & Stories

She opened it and her stomach flipped. Jax filled the doorway, six-four, shoulders like bridge beams, black tank top stretched across a tattooed chest, arms corded with muscle, jeans low on narrow hips. Dark stubble, scarred knuckles, eyes the color of wet slate. Tool belt slung low, heavy wrench in one hand. “Leak?” he rumbled, voice like gravel. “Under the sink,” Lena managed, stepping aside.

The million dollar decorations and of course, the owner, Xavier Castillo, is also the CEO of a security company. We enter the elevator and Jeremy presses a button. “Where are you taking us?” there’s the tinge of excitement in Charlotte’s voice. “The underground.” Jeremy looks straight ahead the moment the elevator opens into another whole new world. Everything is different here, people are walking around, with glasses of martins and pistols tucked underneath their waistband, to our left, they are two men in a brawl and no one even bats an eye lid at them. People are in the bar section, knives, and all types of guns on the counter.

She was seated in the command module of The Titan, which had been roared back into service. "Status on the Vance Docks?" Jade asked, her fingers moving across the keys with a new, aggressive precision. "Docks are locked down," Jax Hill replied, standing beside her. He had shed his Phoenix Mafia tactical gear for a more rugged, "Old Guard" combat suit—a symbolic gesture of his commitment to the Kartel’s cause. "But Kitana has the perimeter wired with 'Severed Threads.' If we just charge in, we’ll be walking into a meat grinder."

do it for you” she shut her eyes giggling like a ten years old. Catrina woke up a few hours before dinner, Terrick is the bathroom taking his bath. He step out with a towel rap round his waist with water dripping from his body. Catrina couldn’t take her eyes off of him, she follow the trace of the drop of water which move from his hair to his neck and down his broad chest sliding down to his waist and sipping into his towel. Catrina’s mouth felt dry “ you like what you see?” Terrick ask her “ uhuh” she answered without knowing “ oh wait no” she denied it “ no?” “Yes oh no ahh” she ran out of the room, Terrick couldn’t stop himself from laughing at her. Catrina ran to Annex’s room to meet Em

I cheer as I set the tray down on the empty table next to me. “Two shots each please to atleast get us started,” Jackson laughed. I placed two shots in front of everyone making sure that when I gave my mate his I bent down showing him my cleavage. His eyes met mine; they were again darkened with lust. I just smirked and straightened up. ‘I will never understand how some wolves can’t keep emotions from their eyes’. I turned back to my shot picking them up. “Cheers boys!” I downed both shots and the guys followed in suit, downing theirs with Jackson making a face. I smiled at all of them about to walk away to get another drink and wait for my friend to arrive.

This can't be happening. Not on this day when my dreams of getting married to the man i have always loved. But can i forgo this new made mate bond? Yes, i can. I have to... "Hi, I am Mark Morrison, Beta of Crimson Moon pack." He introduced himself. 'Beta' I scoffed. When i can be Luna. "I am Nicole Williams, and i am the soon to be Luna of silver moon pack." I said and squared my shoulders. "No, this is impossible." He said, utterly in shock.

"It’s the Origin! He’s using the weight of the First Day to crush the Rebellion!" "File 97: The Funeral of the First Day," the Liquidator spoke, appearing as a translucent ghost inside the Architect’s prism-body. "Status: Terminal. Recommendation: Immediate Format of the Mate-Bond. If the 'Symmetry' is allowed to touch the Prototype, the reset will be Contaminated". "Leo! The Chronos-Fever!" I cried out.

His brows arched a bit before he gave me a curt nod. On the count of three, we both charged at each other. As expected, he tackled me to the ground and I rolled over him. He tried to launch a blow at my rib but I dodged him. I pushed him off me and he slowly rose to his feet, anger simmering beneath his gaze. He was the warrior that had always been since Alec’s father's reign. This man, Rein, was the security that this pack needed. Was it the computer hack or the fighting ability, he possessed it.

The terminal flashed green, and every security gate in the dockyard unlocked at once. The trucks rolled in without headlights, matte black, unmarked. The first burst of gunfire was deafening. Two of Jaxon’s men dropped before they could even draw. He fired back, precise and cold, but there were too many. “Matteo!” he roared. “You sold me out?” Matteo’s eyes gleamed with something between guilt and greed. “Zane pays in futures, not funerals.”

Julian didn't move like a human. As he stepped toward Leo, his body flickered with a micro-stutter, a side-effect of the liquid-metal nervous system that Arthur Thorne had perfected in the high-orbit labs. He was the "Symmetry" made flesh, a creature of pure optimization. "You're fighting for a grave, Leo," Julian said, his voice a smooth, terrifying calm. "This planet is a corpse. The boy is the only 'Clean' asset left. He deserves the stars, not the mud."