Zone Jinx Novels & Stories

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?’’

"Be careful. I don't want you limping for the wrong reasons." "I'm a junior high coach. I'm used to putting jokers in their place without actually hurting them." Jake turned as the room exploded with warnings and worries. No one was going to hurt Marc. He was soon to be family.

I smiled a little as Cornelius apologized for him then left the table after him. A few minutes later they both returned to the table in good spirits as Delphina and a maid started to serve dinner. “I am sorry. I forgot the rule about no business talk at the table. Please forgive me.” I nodded at him and so did Jensen who was just sitting next to me with his arms crossed staring at Felix. I placed my hand on his leg under the table and he looked down at me. I mouthed to him to behave and he started to calm down. I don’t know why he was upset, maybe he felt it was disrespectful the way Felix acted. I didn’t ask and he was already calmed so we enjoyed our dinner and the atmosphere became peacef

Ezra teased me. "Don't even try. I'm not going to fall into your trap. You guys must be monsters to eat like that." I said. "Well, aren't we all?" Ezra asked, twirling the salt shaker on the table. "A monster resides in everyone. It's just a matter of choice when a person decides to unleash it." "Wise words," Flint said. An old Jukebox in the corner was playing songs from the eighties. It played Take on me by A-ha. I really liked that song a lot. The diner had the lovely retro look going on as if I'd walked into the 80’s era.

Little Alex, who sat on his shoulders, was the first to call out to me. "It's Alpha Jett." "It sure is," Nick replied as he lifted the child and set him down. Then he came to clasps hands with me in greeting. The faint smell of blood wafting from his hand was a sure sign that he had just performed a blood pledge. That meant someone had just joined the Forest Moon. "Welcome, Jethro. You look upset," he said. "Are you here to fight?" "I sincerely hope not," I grumbled in reply and had barely finished the words when I caught sight of my person of interest.

He felt as though the door would break open and a horde of zombies would enter, killing them all. He tried his best to keep his focus on the screen, ignoring the muffled noise around him. However, when he heard a low growling beside him, he turned to look at Jade and he began screaming at the top of his lungs. Jade had somehow managed to make herself look like a zombie in the few minutes he was gone. She had plunged at him like she wanted to bite him when he looked at her and as he screamed, she couldn't help but laugh.

"I liked the music in the old lobby. This feels like a funeral." Jinx sat opposite him. Her playful neon accents were gone. She was now a void of light-bending "Vantablack" fabric, a stealth suit that seemed to absorb the room around her. Her face was concealed by a mask that showed no emotion, just a flat, reflective glass surface. "Welcome to the big leagues," Jinx said, her voice filtered to sound like a whisper in a dark room. "Tier 2. No more tutorials. No more hand-holding."