Lux Jinx Novels & Stories

I want to know why Ajax called him a turncoat, but I don’t dare ask Ajax and Booker is breathing heavily, already caught in the throes of slumber. “I hear this city of Grêle is now home base from Tempest. How’s that going with the Viper King around?” Ajax asks us. “It makes buying things difficult. The moment we catch a whiff of a business being for sale, Viper buys it out from underneath us,” Jensen informs him. “We got lucky with the few businesses we do own like JT’s strip club.” “What do you do, Romeo?” “Forensics to keep us all from going to jail. I work for the Crime Scene Investigation unit.”

Nina retorted, “So what? No matter how much you bark in front of me, you can’t change the fact that I’m married to him.” “Also, I remember Jayden warning you not to interfere in his business.” Nina paused for a moment and pointed her finger at her head. “What? Is there something wrong with you up here?” Madison’s expression twisted with anger. “You’re being smug right now because LJ has taken a fancy to you. Do you think your happiness can still last once he’s tired of you? I suggest you look at your status before making any demands in front of me. The Luxton family will never tolerate trash like you. Just watch. It’s only a matter of time before he dumps you.”

his eyes finally looked at me, "I found peace here when I needed it the most." For some reason, my body went rigid, and I found myself holding my breath. His gaze—his beautiful silver gaze, brighter than moonlight—was enthralling. Suddenly, Jaxon seemed more interesting than just a sex object. He had a godly aura about him, something powerful and divine yet extremely sinful and tempting.

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¿

I asked, already dreading the answer. James hesitated. "Well, they'll need someone with the same blood type as Chloe. I don't know mine, and Jenna…" he trailed off, his expression unreadable. Jenna. The name sent a jolt of annoyance through me. Of course, she wouldn't be a match. She drinks, smokes, does drugs, and even has some tattoos. "I'll get tested," I declared, my voice firm. James raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure? You haven't exactly been…"

Don't worry, when I come back, I'll bring a gift for both of you. — If you go and don't come back with my sombrero and a bottle of very spicy pepper, you know we'll have a huge problem. I'll make you work for another fifty years with me," a male voice appeared in the lobby. Coming out of the employee elevator, a man in an unbuttoned suit, a backpack on his shoulder, and a wonderful woody perfume that could be smelled from a distance, his calm tone of voice sounded like thunder, and he was completely different from what Catherine could expect from someone working there. He was tall, probably about six feet tall, strong, his hair was tied up in a bun on top of his head, a lumberjack-style bear

Suddenly, from the speaker, SIRI's mechanical voice began to read out messages: "A Mercedes AMG from Downtown asks, 'When can I see you, darling? I really want to see you, baby.'" "Next message: A BMW 5 Series from Suburbia asks, 'Have you decided which bracelet you want? Is this the one?'" "Next message: A Porsche Panamera from Midtown says, 'This brand looks amazing on you.'" Jasmine, Lily, and I exchanged a quick glance, an unspoken understanding passing between us. In our small group chat, Jasmine typed: [She's pretending to be a wealthy, beautiful woman fishing for attention online.] I quickly opened my phone's voice recorder, capturing the entire exchange.

Instead, he took the phone from her to call Grace. She answered quite cheerfully, "Xander!" Xander smiled and asked, "Are you headed to the airport?" "Yes, how did it go with Jake? That guy got what he deserved!" "You spiked his drink?" "It was just a laxative. It won't kill him. I just can't stand seeing that villain triumph." Grace added, "I poured in two packets!" Xander was amused and asked, "You came to Fulton Group with this in mind, didn't you?"