Azzam Jasmine Novels & Stories

I deserve to wear it because she has done a lot of damage to me already. "You look beautiful princess. Come let me take a picture of you"Jasmine gushes bringing out her phone. I smiled a little as she snaps a few pics of me. "I am going to send them to your dad"she says excitedly. I frown a little bit but it soon disappeared when I my amber eyes met Liam's hazel ones. He had this boyish grin on his face as usual. He looked ravishing tonight,he looks so hot in suit,he wasn't wearing tie and the top two button of his shirt was opened.

Slowly looking up, I see the most amazing sight. Even being halfway down the hall Jaz had very easily threw her iced latte directly at Riley. Jaz is on the softball team, and if i say so myself she is the teams best player. Her aim is spectacular. The caramel latte, now seeping down Riley's hair and the the drips staining her white top. Her mascara slowly starting to smudge and drip down her face. Coffee pooling around her shoes. "Jasmine! You're dead meat." Riley growled,

"Well—yes. You're not driving so if you'd like to get home, yes." Zac paused for a long moment, debating. Finally, he tossed me the car keys which I caught easily. I grinned as I got into the car and started driving. Zac leaned back in the passenger seat, turning his body towards me. He peered at me with thoughtful eyes. I glanced at him and knew he lied. He was indeed tipsy—maybe more. "Jasmine—" he tilted his head to the side. His voice was gentle. "Like the princess, tea, or flower?"

, I said as I squeezed her neck tighter. "I accept" she whispered, I let go of her neck, I looked over to Damien who was looking at me as if he was unsure of what I was about to do. I walked over to him and lean down close to his ears and asked him "You hungry", with that his eyes widen and nod his head. Jasmine came in a few minutes after with a silver knife, a rope with silver tips and dart gun which I'm sure had wolfsbane in it. I just shaked my head and got in position.

“You, my friend, are going down.” Jasmine made a face at the platter and got up to rummage in the pantry of the suite Wiley shared with Jayems. Emerging triumphant with a jar of hot pickles and a bag of sour candies, she packed them to the dining table and went back to search the cold pantry for some cold cuts. Already she missed cheese. “What are you doing?” Jayems asked as he entered the kitchen with Keilor and Knightin in tow. For some reason, Wiley colored. “Poker,” Jasmine answered. She returned to the table, a large plate of sausages filling her hands and bottle of fiery mustard clamped under one arm. She set those down and went back to reconnoiter the kitchen cupboards.

The guts of this girl. “Watch your tongue, Jasmine. I am not your maid neither am I Alessandro's maid. I am his pregnant fiancée, and if I remember correctly, he asked you to help in the kitchen”. I said calmly though I was brewing with anger at this ill mannered girl's words. “Make yourself useful and get started on the pasta”. Amara instructed her. Jasmine's face looked like it would explode in a million pieces with how red it was. She angrily stormed out of the kitchen and upstairs to change her clothes, I suspected.

I tilt my head to the side, taking in every inch of her, every blemish on her face, the beauty mark on her right cheek, the different shades of her hair, from the light brown to the chocolate brown tone Her dark orbs meet mine and as soon as they do she averts her gaze back to her empty glass of wine. "So Damon, what position will Jasmine be working as? " Tom's voice brought me out of my daze but I didn't let it show. "Personal assistant, I've been needing one for quite a while now" I swirl the red liquor in my glass before downing it in one go, allowing the burning liquid slide down my dry throat. I watch from the corner of my eye as Jasmine's dove eyes state at me, her gaze drops and her c

Dialing a string of number,he coldly instructed, as soon as the other party answered" Make a reservation for two. I want the place cleared out '' After the conversation, a beautiful image of a younger Jasmine wearing a baby pink volleyball team outfit flashed across his screen. She was pouting and striking a deliberate stance for the camera. As he touched the screen, a cozy sensation emerged from the depths of his heart.

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.

Jasmine replied calmly, trying to hide her anxiety. Danzell nodded slowly. “Alright, I’ll have my men get you a canvas. Do you need anything else?” Danzell asked kindly. Jasmine shook her head. “No, thank you. That will be enough.” After Danzell left her room, Jasmine sighed in relief. She knew her plan had almost been uncovered. However, this only made her more determined to be cautious and meticulous. She couldn’t afford to let her guard down again. ***