Boondocks Jazmine Novels & Stories

A voice questioned. "Noo" someone whisper back. The voice are above whispers as they try to be subtle. "That guard dealt with her eeeh" one exclaimed They laugh shrilling, I try to tone them out. But there are annoyingly close. The curtain shifts open, turning my head shapely the action makes my head throb further. Long dark braids flows down, shape fierce feature towers over me with slender high cheeks bones. "I'm doctor Easter, I would be attending to you today" her voice is sniff, her expression rigid.

“You are Jack.” “The first time Jazz made an appearance at the homeless shelter; she was rebellious yet very kind. She was never snobbish just had this urge to help people. It was obvious she came from a wealthy background, what endeared her to the locals her absolute willingness to help. I suggest learn who Jazz Duncan is. The girl in my opinion is a true diamond.” “Thanks Mom,” Julie took his hand and kissed his knuckles. “I miss your brother too. I wonder where he disappeared too?”

“She said the girl had been there the longest and wanted to be Chisaki’s mate. It sounded like she had a hard life as a whore before that and being Chisaki’s slave was a better life for her. Makes sense, since she only have to please one man instead of many, and he doesn’t beat her if she keeps him happy. Always a roof over her head and enough food to keep her alive. Seems like she was scared of going back to her old life and with Chisaki dead, she lashed out.” “That’s awful,” Skye said, appalled. “What happened to her? Is she going back to town with the others?” “She’s dead,” Dyllen replied after a short pause. “She was dead as soon as she raised a weapon against Boss but it seems like it w

Knowledge sector Darkness Nation Jazimine woke up in the morning so excited she literally jumped out of bed and started getting ready to leave the house her bags had been packed since last night. Jazimine was typically called Jazzy for short by everbody who knew her she was very interestingly the oppisite of her bother though her brother was more into extreme sports he was usually the pessimistic,calculating type with a very miled maner to him where as Jazzy was more into her studdies and schooling yet she was very carefree and optimisitc with an upbeat aura to her. She had a slimer build with some muscle to her yet had slightly tanner skin than her brother she had the same brown eyes yet ha

She's ours, our mate,' I pleaded, but its ears were deaf to reason. With a deafening roar, Roma shattered the chains that bound us, its fury unbridled as it launched itself at the fragile figure. The sound of snapping metal and crashing stone filled the air as Roma pounced, its claws extended, piercing her shoulders with a sickening crunch as if fate itself had decreed her surrender. My eyes blazing with a mix of rage and desperation, as I beheld the agony etched on her face. And yet, as she opened her piercing blue eyes, they stared right into mine, and in that fleeting moment,

For the first time in two lifetimes, my heart felt light. I was free. "It's done," Liam said, checking my vitals. "Your mate bond is completely severed. From now on, you are free." "But now," Liam looked at me with worry, "you must go to the Shadowmire Swamp to save your pup." --- Austen's POV "Alpha, we've searched the entire northern forest. Still no sign of her." I looked at my captain's exhausted face, my frustration reaching its peak. It had been ten days.

She never let the dakness ruined her motived to help Venom and to know herself mostly her past. She was timid while taking the dark path. She did not mind the thorny bushes and even the rocky ground. She focused on what she doing and she sharpened her eyes to see the logs or some sharped stones what could wounded her anytime. She was desparated to reach the barrier even she know that she might take a numbers of hours before she successfully made a fist stepped outside the Monandria.

They were happily talking to each other, and it seemed like I didn't exist anymore. So I cut them off, "You two know each other?" I interrupt Jazmine. "Oh, yeah! I forgot. She is Mimo, my newest recruit, my best friend, and my boyfriend's mistress." So Jazmine says that to him, and I am like. I am going to kill this bitch! I hit her shoulder, "Who's your boyfriend's mistress?! Huh?!" I slightly raised my voice and glimpse at this guy. He is giggling.

My wrists, just visible at the cuffs of nothing, still held the ghost of the alley in shadow-thin lines where someone's grip had been too hard and too fast and too certain of its outcome. I looked at all of it for a while. The woman in the mirror looked back at me in deep burgundy, shoulders bare and pale in the firelight, bruised jaw level, spine straight. She did not look like someone who had signed a contract at a kitchen table forty-eight hours ago because she had run out of other exits. She did not look like someone who had stood in an alley and calculated the arithmetic of her own death and found the numbers didn't work in her favour.

From then on, she became the beauty of the Great Wasteland, while I became its ugliest monster. I kneeled on the ground. “Father, I’m willing to give Marty to my sister.” “But what about you? Today was supposed to be your bonding ceremony with Marty. If the bond doesn’t happen, then which maiden will pray for rain today?”