Romans & histoires Jafar Jasmine

“I paid you well. Now obey.” “Jasmine, please,” Anna sobbed. “I have a son. He’s waiting for me after school—he’ll be worried sick. Please, I beg you, let me go.” For a flicker of a moment, Jasmine’s eyes softened. “Oh… I had no idea you had a son.” She chuckled cruelly. “But who cares? You could have a hundred children—it doesn’t change your fate. You’re still going to die.” “Please…” “CJ!” Jasmine barked, her tone cutting. “Strip her.”

Jasmine and citrus. My Zahra. Even though she'll never actually be mine.

“That Sharp tongue of yours.....The court’s been far too quiet without you around to stir things up.” His gaze then shifted smoothly to Zayla, a warm and clearly interested smile tugging at his lips. “And this must be the talented daughter you’ve been telling me about.” Varian grinned proudly. “Yes, Your Majesty. This is Jasmine.” Zayla bowed immediately, keeping her voice soft and respectful. “It’s an honor to meet you, Your Majesty.” King Faelar looked her up and down, clearly impressed. He leaned closer to Varian and spoke in a loud, playful whisper that Zayla could still hear perfectly.

Raffaele’s voice is softer now, edged with concern, but it only fuels my irritation. "Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry about it," I reply, my voice smooth but distant. I push back my chair and rise gracefully to my feet, careful to avoid the glass shards at my feet. "Raffaele, is it really you?" The woman, Jas—Jasmine, apparently—tilts her head slightly, her expression lighting up with recognition. I watch as Raffaele slowly pushes his own chair back, standing to his full imposing height. A smile, small but genuine, crosses his usually impassive face as he steps forward and pulls Jasmine into a brief but warm embrace.

Aria takes it that they were going to Kelvin’s place. “No questions now Aria!” Jasmine had said before finally disappearing from Aria’s room. Jasmine went to her shared room with Fabian, her husband. Instead of taking her bath, Jasmine just took of her sleeping garment. She dressed herself in a pair of jeans and a black top. Then left the room with a bag hanging over her shoulder. Jasmine went back to get her daughter Aria. She carried the four year old and left with her. “Mrs. Jasmine!” Madam Clautra called when she caught sight of the woman carrying the four year old and heading towards the main door that leads out of the house.

“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."

- amara muttered to herself by rubbing her stomach . " Lets go doll .I'm sure you must be tired by now .?"- said jor while getting up from his seat . " Offcourse I'm hell tired .yawn. ."- amara acted pitiful hoping his brother will carry her . * " Nice to meet you Ms.Jasmine "- greeted Edward prefessional . " Cut the crap Edward .call me jasmine or jas .We are childhood friends after all "- said a blonde sexy girl seductively . " I will keep my personal & prefessional life separate Ms . jasmine "- said Edward coldly .jasmine said nothing .

She always loved it when Ria acted like a mother to her. "Oh my God, Jass. Your wedding is tomorrow. You shouldn't have gone for this job." By job, Ria meant Jasmine's position as an undercover assassin. Jasmine had been an assassin for six years, even before she came to New York City looking for greener pastures, as she said.

he started, "I stand before you tonight, proud of what we have achieved together." As he was talking, I couldn't believe how time and days had flown by. The pauper Jasmine had won the heart of this wonderful guy. I used to lie in bed, tossing and turning, wishing for the day I would meet my prince charming. Here he was, smiling like the dove of heaven, making my heart want him more. "Hey, you ugly fowl," I heard a lady say. I thought I was imagining things. Where had I heard that before? Then I remembered the day I came for a job at Earnest's mansion as a maid. Oh, that ugly incident.

Baskets of fruits and corn bread and juice were laid on the improvised mat. I managed to whip a bowl of white chocolate cookies, a few pastries, and jugs of freshly squeezed fruit drink. They were Jasmine's favorite, and at every given opportunity, I always wanted to sweep her off her feet completely. Jasmine was the first to come downstairs. She was looking... normal, to be honest, weird. She was wrapping her petite frame with her purple robe, and her hair was neatly packed in a bun, which was the only thing that she tended to, apparently.