Novel & Cerita Forbidden Freedom Jasmin Miller

Walker yanked on Jasmin’s hair and she bent herself backwards until her body was like an arch, forcing her to look up at Walker. “I will fucking show you what happens when you think you can play me for a fool. Luckily for you, I still got something I wanted out of the deal, or you would have ended up dead,” he told her in a cold voice. “Victor!” he shouted. The door opened, and a man came inside. Emma had a vague memory of him from her first evening as Bane’s pet. “Take her to the guests. Tonight, and only tonight, we have a special discount. The madame is free for all, only restriction is no permanent damage and no killing,” Walker said, and pushed Jasmin towards Victor. Victor grabbed her

Hawthorne pushed Jasmine away from the fence and said firmly, "There is no room for your escape." Jasmine resisted the rescue, her thoughts were jumbled and the desire to escape guided her steps. Determinedly, she tried to climb again for the sake of freedom, unaware that Mr. Hawthorne was ready to take drastic measures. With a sudden movement, Jasmine's body was lifted and thrown into the swimming pool. The sound of the water broke the silence of the night, marking the end of Jasmine's desperate attempt to jump off the tall building.

“Yes. You’ve lost your sense of right and wrong because of her love. You are even willing to pardon the person responsible for the merciless killing of your father and sister. However, does she have the courage to forgive you for her father’s death? Have you ever asked yourself this question?” “Are you drunk, Stefan?” Sebastian asked, but in response, Stefan abruptly ended the call, furious. “Let’s go,” Sebastian said, his voice dripping with frostiness. Taking a quick glance in the rear-view mirror, he saw Janet’s car slowly fade away, shrinking in size as it moved farther in the opposite direction. *** Janet settled into her seat by the window. As the airplane rose into the sky, she exhale

I felt terrible that I was allowing Jasmine to do this job. Part of me was screaming at myself not to let her do it. But I knew how much I needed this chip. It was the ticket to my freedom… The ticket to a life of not being wanted by feds. I had to get my hands on it, no matter what it took. And I wouldn’t allow anything to happen to Jasmine, no matter what. The minute I sensed something wrong, I would go in to help her. But she was a feisty little thing… I knew that she could handle herself.

Alone. For the first time in my life. A tear slid down my cheek… But this time? I didn’t wipe it away. Because this wasn’t just sadness. It was something else. Something new. Freedom. And somewhere deep down… I felt it. This wasn’t the end of my story. It was the beginning. Jasmine – POV (Florida – Arrival) I walked toward the airport exit, heart still racing from everything I left behind. No phone. No money. No name.

But as I looked down at my hands, I realized they were shaking—not from fear, but from the sheer, overwhelming craving to walk down that hall, turn the handle, and remind her one more time that she was the only thing in this world that mattered to me. I straightened my shoulders, the mask of the distant, dutiful son sliding back into place. I had a dinner to attend. I had a father to deceive. But as I walked toward the stairs, I knew one thing for certain: Elena and her "legs for days" never stood a chance. Because once you’ve tasted the forbidden, the "perfect" choice just tastes like ash.

I was trapped in a nightmare, the walls closing in, the air thick with unspoken threats. I fumbled with the towel, my limbs unresponsive, the air swimming before my eyes. The dress, a flimsy, gauzy thing, barely covered anything. It was so revealing, so… wrong. But I couldn't be naked. I slipped it on, a single tear slipping down my cheek, a silent scream of pain and despair. The woman came back in, her face hard and unreadable. She held a white pill and a glass of water. “Take it,” she commanded, her voice a low growl.

Jasmine pulled her closer, the cold barrel of her revolver now pressed against Millicent’s temple, giving her no choice but to let Jasmine drag her towards the door “You think you won, just because they found us? You don’t know anything! No matter how many cops are out there, Ugo’s men have enough bullets to take down every single one of them…!” Her growls of hatred and despair, however, suddenly stopped, as did her footsteps. Confused, Millicent even thought that someone might have broken into the room without them noticing, but, after a great deal of careful effort, she was able to move her head slightly away from Jasmine's weapon and realized what had made her freeze in place. The cell do

I have no choice but to fight. But my fight isn’t just for survival, it’s for freedom. Freedom from Ryker’s claim. Freedom from the weight of this bond I never wanted. I don’t want to be afraid anymore. I want control. The night before the Supreme Court, Ramon holds me close. The weight of his arms around me, the warmth of his body, grounds me for a moment. But my heart is still racing. “They’re going to make you choose, Jasmine,” he says softly. “But I don’t want you to be alone in this.”