Jafar Jasmine Novels & Stories

"Well then, formal it is, mind telling me your name?" "Sarafina" I replied her. "Ha! Sarafina, very like Naja" she said smiling weirdly. Who is this Naja she keeps talking about. "You know what Sarafina, I actually need your help" "My help? " I asked her. She pressed her lips together grimly. "Or let me rephrase it, you help me... I help you, what do you say" I blinked. Jafar asked to be my friend.... Jamal asked for my help.... The queen is trying to strike a bargain with me...

sadiq smirk " come on man!, I never mentioned it to be a lady. How did you know? " " ha!,so I was right after all? It's a lady then. Who is she? " sadiq wiggle his brow Jafar kept the Shoe he was cleaning one side and turn to reply sadiq " you just won't let me be. Can't I have a meeting with anybody ? Must it always be a lady? " " just say who she is already" Jafar blew out a breath " fine, it's Kamila ,my sister " " what?!!....i thought you said she was out of the country? How comes she is in Nigeria " a surprise sadiq asked

"Just don't drag me into it." Jayla smiled wryly and turned back to Jasmine. "See? Even Jade doesn't give a fat rat's tail about your little tantrum. Just admit it, Jasmine. You're always going to be second best. To me, to everybody." Jasmine’s entire body shook with anger. She stormed past Jayla, heading for the stairs, but not before throwing one last venomous glare over her shoulder. "Enjoy your throne while it lasts, Jayla," she hissed. "Because when I’m done, there won’t be anything left of it."

Despite their stations, the two shared a lifelong bond--Elizabeth had always treated Jasmine with kindness, and Jasmine had returned that loyalty with devotion. They could not have looked more different. Elizabeth at 22 was fair-skinned and delicate, her blonde hair and green eyes dulled by grief. Jasmine, on the other hand, possessed a rare, striking beauty. Her mother's Indian heritage and her father's presumed European descent gave her a mix of warm skin, striking hazel doe eyes, and thick brown waves that cascaded to her waist. In contrast to her friend that lacked in curves, Jasmine was slim but voluptuous. Her large breasts and bottom often drew the attention of the men of her own king

🎉 birthday surprise 🎉 *McAdam's mansion* "Why are you in a hurry Jasmine? Is something up?" Gabriel said when he saw his daughter leaving the house in a hurry Jasmine is the only daughter of Mr Gabriel McAdams. Her mum died immediately she was born. So she was brought up only by her dad. Her dad also had the money but not filthy though. They were what you'll classify as middle class. Jasmine is a quiet and a very beautiful damsel. Since her high school, guys have be drooling over her.

"I'm sorry if I took it a little too far with the whole kidnapping activity, I'm just trying- "I know Tommy, you're trying to prepare me for the worst, I get," she said folding her arms as Tommy stood up, "No, I don't think you get it, Jasmine, I'm a mafia, a very powerful mafia and there is a lot of people who are trying to kill me," he said as Jasmine quietly listened.

The note attached to the ribbon read out My sweet Jasmine, The gift in this box will only add to the beauty you already hold, I hope it will bring a dazzling smile upon your face, for I never want to see your face covered with sorrow again. I will be wishing for the day when I will be able to hold you in my arms and kiss all your fears away and one day be able to steal your heart as you have mine. Yours Truly, L.

I question her, giving her the liberty to lie all she can till she is tired of lying. She is not going to suffer only for the humiliations she caused me, she is also going to suffer for lying to me. I hear her heave a deep sigh. "I'm Jasmine. Jasmine Cooper." "Jasmine?" I snap my head towards her. She nods, avoiding eye contact with me now. I shift my gaze to her dress. "Roll it up." "What?" She asks in confusion, wondering what I mean.

"I’m going to climb on your back now so we can go to the hilltop. Do you agree?" Jafar’s response was immediate—a gentle panting, his tongue lolling out in what could only be described as a wolfish grin. It was clear that he was more than ready for the journey. Carefully, Stephanie picked up Damien’s clothes, folding them neatly and placing them into the backpack he had brought. She slung the pack over her shoulders and, with a final pat on Jafar’s head, climbed onto his back.

I arrived at Jasmine’s house and remove my things from the taxi. I had forgotten how large Jasmine’s home is. Jasmine was a second-generation wealthy woman by birth right and a fashion designer by talent but she’d never make you feel that way. She was giving and genuinely kind. She was an amazing friend and I was grateful for her. Especially after what’s happened today I bring in my belongings and sit on the couch allowing Jasmine to comfort me after I share every detail of this disastrous day that was supposed to be one of the happiest days of my life.