Jafar Jasmine Novels & Stories

“Never mind, I’ll figure this out soon enough.” I nod because I trust him, which is not easy for me to do. “Now you have no more avoidance tactics; why are you running from your mate?” I shrug my shoulders. “I have a lot going on right now.” “Yes, you do. But I’m here now, Melinda; you don’t need to shoulder everything. Besides, you could do much worse than Jai.” I sigh. “I don’t know anything about him, Adam.” Adam smiles. “Jai is the second son of Alpha Leander and Luna Sara, making him my second cousin. Jai is a homebody and also a master horseman. He’s kind yet strong and dominant when he needs to be due to his Beta status.

Jasmine. “Decorations are a lot like humans. Feed them frequently with what they like, and they would grow in such a way that your customer would love….” "Jasmine," the voice was sharp and curt. Feminine. The reason why I dreaded and loved coming to work for the past two days. I looked up from the design I had spent days working on into the sea green eyes of the one person who made sure she fulfilled her promise of making sure I went back home annoyed every day.

Behind her, the nanny appeared, slightly out of breath and smiling apologetically. “I’m so sorry, Ms. Aria. She slipped away from me when she saw you,” the nanny explained. “It’s okay,” I reassured her, hugging Jasmine close. “How have you been, sweetie?” Jasmine beamed, her little voice filled with pride. “I took pictures with Farah and the models! They said I’m a superstar!” Her enthusiasm made me laugh as she babbled on. “They loved me, Mommy! They said I was the cutest one.”

"Your ex-husband. Eww, he looked like he was homeless. What has happened to him? ." Jasmine stared at where he vanished with a bitter small smile. It was really shaking because the man who looked like a beggar was an heir to his father's million dollar empire. He wore custom-made suits and travelled in expensive cars. He was once a ruler in his invincible kingdom, who subjected Jasmine to years and years of suffering. But today he was roaming on the streets with not a single penny in his pocket whereas Jasmine was living a life like a queen. "Karma." She said and turned around with Fiona without another word.

The man was tall, his back large and sturdy, more athletic than Mark, who was rather thin and ordinary. His black suit made me... I stopped my steps, and my heart pumped a little stronger. "Shit," I muttered. It's him. He's... Dexter. Alessandra Morelli looked at me and then exclaimed excitedly as she approached me. "Jasmine. This is the one you've been waiting for." She said. "Tristan, meet her... she is Jasmine, your brother's future wife." Brother.. Mark's brother? I stared at the face of the man who turned around and looked at me straight and intensely.

His insights were valuable and I was mentally noting the tips he shared, eager to pass them on to Frederick because Our business venture could greatly benefit from these nuggets of wisdom. Lifting my glass I sipped my wine, feeling grateful for the opportunity to learn from him. I was about to set my glass down and my eyes landed on Jasmine, she was coming towards us carrying a medium-sized handbag, looking stunning in a blue sleeveless midi dress with simple looking black sandals on her feet. I finished off my drink quickly, drinking it all in one. By the time Jasmine reached us, Uncle Peterson concluded his statement, and I exchanged a handshake with him. “Thank you sir.”

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.

The auctioneer slammed down his gavel. "Sold! To the gentleman in the back for twenty thousand dollars!" I smiled to myself as I signalled my guards to collect my purchase. _Jasmine's POV_ I was dragged off the stage, unsure of what lay ahead. The two women who bathed and dressed me whispered warnings about the man who bought me.

"That pink diamond is too expensive. I really can't afford it. Even after selling all of Marcus' private photos, I don't have enough to pay for it." She let out a sigh before continuing. "I know this amount is nothing to the Yorks. Please help me. I'll do anything you say from now on and won't ever oppose you again. I know you've always liked me. I don't even need a title. Just let me return to York Group." Across two lifetimes, this was the first time I had seen Jasmine cry so badly. Something in her snapped as she cried. She suddenly pulled out more of Marcus' private photos from her pocket.

"No, but I'll be going to Effie's house after school. We still have to rehearse for the end-of-the-school-year play before we can practice on stage." "Oh, that is right" Dad pulled a smile. "You were cast as Princess Jasmine. I know I'm going to sound racist, but you make a perfect Jasmine because you know...your Indian. I chuckled. "You're not insulting Dad, but Jasmine is Arabic. I'm Indian. We may look the same but different in culture." I look down at my phone for the time. "Okay, I got to go."