Jafar And Jasmine Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"That the spirit girl…but I won't like the outcome. We know your parents are one of the strict human beings of our time and you can't go against them." "All I need is to tell them that, I have a boyfriend and my boyfriend is back in town." Jasmine said walking towards her bedroom. "And you think that would work? You think that would work on them?" Flora butted in but earned a death glare from Laurette. "The only important thing here is, I'm telling her that I've a boyfriend and we've been dating for two years now." She said and slammed the door with a long sigh. God help me.

“Fuck the mate bond. You are mine, Jasmine.” I wanted to respond, but it came out as a moan instead. __Fuck the damn mate bond. You are mine also, Jason.____

Now fate had decided to place her cruel hands on me again. She gave me Jasmine. The daughter of a D’Arvenzi wolf. A bloodline I swore never to forgive. She's everything I wanted in a mate. Strong, kind and beautiful beyond words. If she wasn't poisoning herself, my wolf would've marked her there and then when we met, in the chair where she was tied. If I didn't wake up from that haze, I would've marked her regardless of traditions binding us. This was a bond I never wanted. A threat I couldn’t ignore.

Isabella yelped, stumbling back, her hands flying to cover her ears. “Get a grip on yourself, Maverick!” she hissed, her voice shaky despite her attempt to sound confident. Breathing heavily, I fought for composure, forcing my wolf back into submission. When clarity returned, I fixed my glare on her, unyielding and cold. “Jasmine is my fated mate,” I growled, each word sharp and final. “You have no right to speak about her that way.” I took a step closer, towering over her. “You trespassed into her home, insulted her, and now you want to abandon her to face danger alone? What exactly did you think would happen?”

I replied. "Aren't you going to introduce me, Flint?" The girl asked. I looked at her and she also looked at me. I suddenly didn't know what to do so I just tried to smile at her, but I could feel it really looked like a fake one. I suddenly feel bad. Flint looked at the girl and shook his head with a smile. "This is Jasmine," he said to the girl. She smiled at me and even offered her hand for a handshake.

"I should be the one apologizing to you too. I should have acted more maturely by rejecting the offer to marry him instead of running off like that." "No!" Jasmine mutters loudly, smiling widely like someone who won a lottery. Flashing her finger housing the sparkling diamond ring I gave her five minutes ago, she says. "This wouldn't have been possible if you didn't flee." Laughter bursts out. Andre rises and rushes over to embrace Jasmine, muttering sorry to each other. When they disengage, Sophia asks. "Jasmine, are you sure about marrying him?" I throw her a scornful look but she doesn't look frightened.

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.

Jasmine's heart raced as she crawled into bed, her face still flushed, planning to suffocate herself under the covers and end it all. ... At the Brown residence, Zelda was still throwing a fit at home, while Harper was brooding with a dark expression, holding back his anger. "Jasmine's bastard couldn't possibly be Henry's. It just couldn't be..." Zelda wept, hugging his mother. "Mom, what if Henry doesn't believe me?" "That woman, Jasmine, is very manipulative, a typical vixen. Mr. Henry hates being lied

“Your suitors can still have their reward. All they have to do is go through me.” Jasmine stamped her foot, which would have shocked her if she’d been paying any attention. She couldn’t name the source of her acute agitation. “Why must you be so difficult?” He just winked at her. “This is hardly fair,” Jayems told him with a smirk, putting his arm around the seething Jasmine as he steered her firmly towards their family pavilion. “I ought to just hand the girl over to you, gift wrapped.” Keilor grinned as Jasmine twisted futilely in an attempt to turn around and blast him. Interesting that she would direct her ire at him instead of Jayems. “Where’s the fun in that?”

He glanced at Saraya and walked toward the palace. Zee wanted to play in his room, so they left him there. Saraya noticed that Jasper was unusually quiet, much like Damon. “Are you angry?” she asked softly as they returned to their room. “No,” Jasper replied, avoiding eye contact. “I’m sorry,” Saraya murmured, approaching him. Hesitant at first, she eventually wrapped her arms around his torso. Jasper took a deep breath and held her close. “You and Rafael are equal for all of us,” Jasper said quietly. “If anything happened to either of you, we could never forgive ourselves.” He pressed a tight kiss above her head.