Zone Jinx 소설 & 이야기

Your wife's at home having a baby and you're out globetrotting. [Seriously, what was the excuse this time?] Jasper had replied underneath: [I told her a once-in-77-years planetary alignment opened a time portal and I got sucked through.] [Man, only you could come up with something like that. Aren't you worried she'll lose it?] [She's put up with it for three years. This time's no different. She'll be at home waiting for me like she always is.] Three years of patience and forgiveness, and all of it had become a running joke between him and his friends.

He's so cute and I think we can get along. Wait! Get along where? The voice inside my mind asked sternly. He's your boss for God sake Jill. I shook my head slowly and tried to stay calm Wait a sec ? Was i nervous? No no, I'm sure not. I turn to look at Zachary and was confused to find him looking at me with steady eyes. What's wrong with this guy? He has been staring at me as though I'm some sought of goddess. " I think we should go to claw lake " He said putting the key in the Ignition.

Juliet asks, narrowing her eyes and pointing her fork between Quinn and me. Quinn shrugs, side-eyeing me. “Not long. I just moved up to the complex a few weeks ago, so I’m still settling in and getting to know everyone.” She’s so cool, so nonchalant about the whole thing. Like we’re just passing acquaintances. Maybe I’ve been reading too much into what’s going on between the two of us, building it up into a bigger deal than it is. “Jax hasn’t brought a girl home before,” Jade blurts, and I drop my fork, heaving an exasperated sigh.

ZION "Zion, for fucks sakes. Can't you keep your hands to yourself," Kendra fumed as she swatted my fingers away from her, "Didn't your mama teach you not to mess with a black girl's weave!" The scowl on her face amused me as well the red weave she decided to get during the weekend.

These boys aren’t known for their originality, after all, and it is one hell of an effort to remember a woman’s name, huh? Zoe swallowed her sigh, and stayed focused on being polite. These strangers had just done her a massive favor, and they hadn’t done a single goddamn thing to hurt or offend her. Reminding herself to dial down the bitch vibe, she shook the second man’s hand now, offered him a small smile. “I’m Jinx,” he said, his green eyes somehow cool and sultry at the same time. She stared into them, feeling like she was looking at a crisp, sunny spring morning. “We’re glad you’re here. Maybe you’ll do me the honor of doing my next tattoo?”

I was born with jinx speech, able to twist even good fortune into disaster. My mentor had sealed my powers in case I abused that ability, which would lead to bad karma. But now, I would take bad karma if it meant making Mark Stanley and Susan York pay for what they did! Still, Susan was furious from being hung up on and bombarded me with voice messages. "Do you think babysitting makes you a big deal, that the world has to suffer your tantrums because of that?! "A petty man like you doesn't even measure up to Mark's little finger!

The climate in the room rises as hours count down to a critical moment of our assignment. Moving around the ill-organized table covered in maps and papers, the team gathers, standing in the midst of the preparations. Jake is looking straight at me, and although it is only for a few seconds, I can discern a shyness that does not often show itself. “How do you even manage it, Zea?” Jake’s voice is soft, his face intense. This is the question that was raised by the character: ’’Can I have fife being a mother and a killer at once?’’

I am Azura. The only goddess of two elements. Fire and water. Ooops...... Right introduction, wrong timing. **************** "This is not gonna be a great day". This was all I could say to myself. Somehow deep down, I could just feel that something huge was gonna happen today. It was the same gut feeling I woke up with the day I lost my parents to a ghastly car accident. I was a hundred and one percent sure, that crazy things are gonna happen today.

Chapter 15 Zander's POV I stared down at the ruin my office had turned into. Papers were scattered everywhere, chairs overturned, and shards of broken glasses glinted on the floor. The once-spotless symbol of my dominance...power now mirrored the storm raging inside me. "Fuck!" I roared, slamming my fist into the desk with all the force I could muster. The wood splintered beneath my hand, a jagged crack running through the center. Pain shot through my knuckles as blood seeped from the fresh wound, staining the ruined surface. I didn't care. The pain felt like a perfect escape from the burning emotion inside me.