Jafar And Jasmine Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“What are you trying to say, Jasmine?” “My son needs his father.” “Then take him to his father,” I suggested. “You can’t use Alexander’s name to fix your own situation.” Jasmine’s face crumpled, and she seemed on the verge of tears. “Then let Alexander go,” she cried out, her voice echoing through the small room. “You’re the reason he doesn’t have time for me or our son.” Jasmine’s demeanor shifted abruptly. The tears vanished, replaced by a cold, smirking expression that sent a shiver down my spine. "Oh, Fiona," she said with a bitter edge. "I didn’t realize you were so naive."

Fear raced through every nerve in her body as he gave a cold, chilling laughter. Then before she knew it, she lay on the floor with her hands over her head while he sat on top of her. He reached for the zip of her jeans pants while she struggled to get him off her. But, she was like an ant trying to fight off an elephant. As he succeeded in unzipping her pants and taking them off, Jade closed her eyes, waiting and hoping for death to take her away. Forever.

Marcus didn’t hide his surprise over her remark about Jasper or the fact that she’d insulted him as he said, “And I’m not?” Freya chuckled. “You are not a scientist,” she said with humor. “As for what kind of a lover you are… that still remains to be seen. You work construction.” Moving to him, she rested her hand on his powerful upper arm. “I like that you do something that keeps your body strong and fit. I need a man who is strong in bed.” “I’m not stupid,” he protested. “You cannot be stupid and keep a pack running as efficiently as you do,” she said with a touch of defensiveness. “I was referring more to the fact that Jasper’s mind is focused on work twenty-four seven. Even during sex.

Jasmine replied. "This..pretty little girl, who is she? Harry just said she was an alpha's daughter from France, but why does she look like you...Jazzy?" Saphire asked, smiling politely to Saphire. "You ... Speak English?" She continued with some sign language that made Jasmine and Saphire burst out laughing. Jasmine hit Manny's thigh ... "Of course! Ha..ha. You're cute sis!" "Really? Wow ... Then where are your other family?" Asked Manny again. Jasmine made eye contact with Saphire, giving a code to be careful.

"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."

"I left the letter and I'm going to be your killer, I feel so fulfilled saying this to your face. Jason your husband..." She interrupted him, "I have no husband, no child. And I have got nothing at all so if you kill me you will be the loser." "The courage, damn the courage is commendable woman. Impressive, you are just getting started, I hope we will have another time in the future. I will see you when you are home alone. Jayden doesn't need to witness your death." "I don't even know you!" Jasmine hurled out. "How uncommon? Do you expect to recognize someone on a mask? Don't worry, when I have pushed the blade into your belly, I will reveal my identity while watching you die." He smiled a s

“Deal. You win. Princess Chaos, one. Uncle Javier, zero. I’ll pick you up after lunch with your great-grandfather. We’ll go to Condamine, eat barbagiuan until you can’t stand straight, then get fougasse and gelato. No pinching. No kissing. No potato names.” Poppy narrowed her eyes at him. “And no pictures of me when I sleep.” Javier raised a hand. “Okay. No sleeping pictures… unless you fall asleep at the dining table.” “Impossible,” I muttered. “She can sleep anywhere.” Poppy considered this, then finally nodded slowly. “Okay. Deal.” Her lips pressed together as she tried to look important. “But I still don’t like you, Uncle Javier. I only like your money.” “That’s the most honest Jasmine B

In the split seconds he spared, thought about Jasmine and if I was overreacting, but if I didn't let it out, it just might cause a strain, one that may remain for a good number of weeks. "So, Jasmine reconciled with her father, yeah," I began, sighing softly. "And today, she came home with the news that they want her to succeed them instead of Sebastian." "Crazy!" He gasped. "Exactly the same way I felt." I sighed, this time, loudly. "Let me guess, she didn't say no." He said, wide-eyed. "Nope!" I exclaimed. "She didn't, you freaking guessed right." "That shit must hurt." He frowned. "Did she make mention of it?"

I held my breath as a young guy of about 25 years old walked in “Did you guys really have dinner without me, I told Devin I was going to be a little late and that y’all should wait for me” The guy said while wiping his face with a rag Amelia handed out to him. “You are looking healthier and better” he said to me “That’s Mich, he sometimes acts like he’s the boss around here” the wolf that sat next to me whispered to me As we looked on, Amelia and the guy called Mich approached us at the fire. “Why don’t we start with the pretty lady tells us her name”, I heard Mich say “My name is Jasmine Brooke and I was betrayed by the one who called me his mate, he also killed the one i took as my father.