Huey And Jasmine Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Jasmine! You said you didn't love him! You were the one who came after me first! You promised me a good life and said I'd be the husband of York Group's president! I have the chat logs and recordings to prove it!" He pressed a button on the recorder in his hand. After the sound of a heated kiss between Marcus and Jasmine, a conversation about taking over York Group followed. Jasmine's voice sounded ruthless. "Just wait. York Group has only one heir, and he's eager to be my lapdog. It's fate. "I don't love Tristan. I only love you, Marcus. Once I take over York Group, I'll lock Tristan in the villa and make him my personal toy. You'll be the real president's husband."

Aeron After the room cleared, I settled beside Jasmine, cradling her in bed. To my concern, I observed that her wound showed no signs of healing. Feeling helpless, I opted to lick the injured skin rather than sounding an alarm, hoping it might provide some relief. While tending to Jasmine, my emotions churned like mush within me. The profound shock of realising I could have lost her persisted. The haunting image of her motionless form, surrounded by inexplicable wounds on her neck, haunted my thoughts. Was there a way to prevent her from ever falling asleep again? Could I ensure she remained awake indefinitely, shielding her from any further harm inflicted by Stasia?

"You think you can? Claiming you'll ruin him without a trace… Are you for real?" "Jasmine, why are you worried about that country bumpkin? Together, we're invincible, an unbeatable team!" Harvey said dismissively. "What the fuck!" Jasmine cursed angrily. "Are you out of your mind picking a fight like this? Don't drag me into your mess! Dream on if you think you're borrowing money from me. Not a chance!" After finishing her sentence, she immediately hung up the phone. Harvey froze in place, bewildered by the situation.

"If a man is so infatuated with a woman, it's not impossible for him to marry her. Hasn't this kind of thing happened before? Uncle Ty is crazy about her. Maybe in the future, I'll have to call her aunt!" Jasmine stared at the pool. There was a malicious chill in her eyes. She was the dignified second daughter of the Seel family. If even she couldn't win over a man, what right did an ordinary woman like Heather have to stand beside Tyrone? Jasmine went downstairs and found Harper. She coldly said, "You can leave now. I'll be the one to coach that woman!" "Ms. Seel, what's going on?" Jasmine was a regular at this aquatic center. Harper knew that she was the second daughter of the Seel family

Jasmine cried. “Our child,” Caine generalized. Listening to them felt like opening my mouth to accept shreds of glass in them. For months, even years, I knew Jasmine and Caine were mates. I noticed the chemistry despite how hard Caine tried to hide it. I couldn’t blame Jasmine then…she was without her wolf at that time. I’d seen the way Caine’s eyes lingered on her whenever she came around, and I hoped he would never get to tell her the truth about them.

"Hi, sweetheart," Jasmine greeted and gave Ciel a hug the moment he and Maverick got inside Marcus's mansion. Unlike in the previous, the hug that Jasmine was giving him lasted a little longer and seemed to hold so many emotions. It's like it was Jasmine's way of telling him that everything's going to be okay, and that made Ciel feel like crying. And so he hugged Jasmine back with the same intensity as if it was also his way of telling Jasmine that he's grateful for everything that they're showing him and doing for him.

He was a finance consultant and earned a fierce reputation as Hawk-Eye and a steady fanbase due to his astute predictions. Aside from his talent, he was also incredibly handsome. He always seemed to hold himself with such dignity, and his confidence was such that he could always stand out, no matter where he went. Alright, albeit with shame, I must admit that his handsome looks kept me to him, for the most part. I snapped out of my stupor and glanced at the two people curled up on the bed in an embrace. Jasmine's face was pale, and her eyelashes fluttered as she gazed down, trying her best to look ill. Shadowed in Connor's broad frame, she looked tiny, and that seemed to make him soften even