Lux Jinx Novels & Stories

“You’ve still got jokes? I’m here, you know. I had dinner with my friends. My friend got promoted to CEO. He’s so lucky his boss doesn’t have any relatives. It’s like a movie. He’ll inherit the company when the owner dies.” Lux grabbed a bunch of grapes. He sat on her bed and offered some to her. “Is your grape sweeter than the ones at home? Like you,” he said before leaning in to kiss her. “I’m horny,” he told her, not moving away. “It’s always…” she began, joking. “Touch me, baby,” he instructed her, guiding her hand to his pants, resting it on the protrusion. She could see the unusual flush on Lux’s face, a flush she knew the reason for.

Before leaving the library, she kissed him on the cheeks. Joaquin Jimenez is well-liked by everyone on campus, not just the girls. He has a vast network of connections with powerful and wealthy individuals, and he is capable of making the impossible possible. Students approach him for favors, especially if they are in trouble. Carla approached him and asked for his assistance in retrieving her car, which had been impounded by cops for traffic violations. In exchange for her body, Joaquin was able to reclaim her car and have her traffic violations cleared from the system.

“Tell me you're fucking with me. You're going on a date with that…. Creepy girl?” “Look,” Jinx sighed, facing Leonard. “I've got no choice, okay? Last night… After I saw Jessica performing shit at the club, she aided me in my sorry state. I feel indebted to her”. “And going on a fucking date is the best way? What happened to buying her a flower or chocolate or some other shit? Jinx, that girl gives me the psychotic vibes. Y'know right?” Leonard opposed greatly, highly reluctant to allow his friend to leave.

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."

And I'd rather not have them any other way. The very best family for a Jinxed girl.

The old man had some weird headings but people wouldn't care as long as they got some topics to hold a conversation about. "Miss Cyrus, is the news ready?" A man came in a hurry, his voice breathless as he had been running round and round in the whole old two-story building. He was the run-dog of the office, Jacob. A new trainee under them. She almost fell bad for him as everyone was taking advantage of him.

- "No, Sir. I am a Jasmi. A female Djinn, if you prefer. The magical suppression field that you feel is mine." - "I've never heard of Jasmi - pardon my ignorance. Are all Jasmi as beautiful as you?" - "You flatter me, Sir. The Jann are less prominent in your tales than the Djinn. We do not grant wishes, or live in bottles." I can't even begin to describe her voice. I swear, I could have got hard just listening to her. Thank goodness, the edge of the table hid my erection from view. - "Would Sir like to place a bet?" she said.

Fear raced through every nerve in her body as he gave a cold, chilling laughter. Then before she knew it, she lay on the floor with her hands over her head while he sat on top of her. He reached for the zip of her jeans pants while she struggled to get him off her. But, she was like an ant trying to fight off an elephant. As he succeeded in unzipping her pants and taking them off, Jade closed her eyes, waiting and hoping for death to take her away. Forever.

I had been locked in, sitting behind my laptop. I jerked to my feet, heels creaking against the tiles, finally noticing the silence that hugged the office. They were all gone, every last one of them. Good thing it was Friday. I needed to stop by the club, grab a drink—or drinks, or maybe a whole bottle—get fucking drunk, and find a younger boy to give my pussy a good pounding. The drive home was fast. I got home, took a quick shower, sprayed on cologne, and was out and about. Driving to my favorite slut house, “Deluxy.” The club was bubbly as usual. The clicking sound of my heels was barely loud enough to be heard.