Forbidden Freedom Jasmin Miller Novels & Stories

“You really won’t stop until every last one of them pays, huh?” Ceynol finally met her gaze, his expression unreadable. “They let a murderer walk free. They let a psychopath get close to you—again. You really think I’d just let that go?” She swallowed hard, remembering the feeling of being watched on the island. The unease in her gut hadn’t been paranoia—it had been real. Fame had been there, lurking, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Jade exhaled sharply, leaning forward to lace her fingers with Ceynol’s. “I know. And I love you for it. But we’re safe now. Crown is waiting for us.”

“About the poison inside those people, why did they plant poison inside them if they can just kill them by hiring people with the killing promise? What happened? Carson asked. “Killing promise is one of the forbidden promises. There were only a few of us who still live and we need to hide ourselves from the higher ups. “ sadness can be seen on his face. “But you’re the one who is stronger than them, why don’t you guys just kill their promise and help the people?” He asked. “It’s not as easy as you think. The ruler killed her wife and that news spread out to the whole city. People wanted them to be expelled as their ruler but they refused and threatened everyone who dared to fight against the

Smack. Holy shit, I loved the sting that bordered on pain but lingered in pleasure. The lavish attention, the pure bliss, the ache-it was beautiful-euphoric. I refused to allow the memories of the agony a slap could bring to enter my mind or the reason I'd grown to love the edge of discomfort. That had been abuse-this was love. I found leverage on the rungs under the chair he had perched us both in, and my heels ground into the wood to gain the control I wanted. I rode Gray like his body would take me straight to heaven.

the unfamiliar woman said. I look at the baby's eye and it shines like a burning fire. That evil Emily…. She said that my child will only die if I drink that, but she was planning to kill me also. I was a fool to believe her words. But how did I escape from that place and also Jake, how did he escape from the cage? ***

The lights kept sweeping color across his face — red, blue, violet, red again — and every time they lit him up I felt something in my chest lurch a little harder, like my body hadn't caught up yet to the fact that I should be angry, or embarrassed, or anything other than exactly what I was, which was still leaning slightly toward him like the last thirty seconds hadn't happened at all. My phone buzzed against my hip, and it took me two tries to make my hand cooperate enough to check it. **Samantha:** ran into Jake from my psych class!! leaving with him don't wait up 🙈 text me tmrw I stared at the screen a second too long, the letters swimming slightly, and felt a strange, dangerous kind of

Mercy replied. Jasmine turned to Aurelian. “Take care of her.” “I will,” he promised, and Jasmine believed him without a single doubt. She turned and began to walk. She didn't move slowly or hesitantly; she walked with purpose. She did not look back, and she did not stop. With every step toward the gate, she left behind the bitterness, the longing, and the illusions of her old life. What remained was a pure, terrifying, and beautiful freedom. As she disappeared into the crowd, a new chapter began—one that was quiet, but entirely her own.

"But i couldn't win against the demon inside my head... I wanted Jasmine... So manipulated the situation and compelled her to marry me... In those circumstances she couldn't fight me... I told her that you love Alex and if she tells you the truth it will ruin your relationship with him, you will blame him... She didn't want to spoil your love life so she decided to lie so you can stay happy with Alex... Since that day she haven't slept peacefully... She misses you... She is innocent, I am the one to blame... She wants to stay with you but is afraid to face you after whatever happened... I can't see her in the condition..." "But you can force her..." I glared at him. "I am sorry__" He looked

"Joshua Miller’s greatest crime wasn't hitting you, Madison. It was convincing you that you were 'lowly.' It was making you believe that you are a liability to a man ." He reached across the table, his hand gripping her chin, forcing her to look at him. His touch was firm—not painful, but unyielding. "Listen to me. You are not 'lowly.' You are a woman who stared death in the face and chose to keep walking. You are the only person in this entire resort who doesn't look at me and see a cash cow or dollar sign or a title. You see a man. And as for the drama? Let them talk. Let the investors whisper and the gossip rags print whatever lies they want. As long as you are with me, let everybody be d

Embroidery hoops rested in a basket beside a cushioned chair, as though someone had carefully constructed a portrait of what a well-kept noblewoman ought to enjoy. I had not asked for any of it. I had not asked for any of this. Luxury pressed in on me from every side, suffocating in its perfection. There is a particular cruelty in being imprisoned somewhere beautiful. It makes you question your own suffering. It makes you feel ungrateful for wanting more. Outside my door, guards stood at all hours. They were polite. They bowed when I passed. They addressed me as my lady with impeccable courtesy. But when I asked to leave the inner grounds—

I was the only one who was thinking about perverted things. The first rule in Jazmin's player book. —- Never touch a girl when she is in a vulnerable state. Yeah. I re-read my rule book. I wasn't serious. I don't have one, but it's not a good idea to have lustful thoughts when a person isn't even in good health. "Ssh, I'll stay. I'll never abandon you." But it was what I said that had the most impact on me. I saw her smile before she went silent. She went back to sleep.