Jafar X Jasmine Novels & Stories

I told myself. Call me a drama queen, I would take it. "That doesn't even make sense Amara," I shouted throwing my hands in the air. "Just get into the goddamn bathroom" Stepping into the bathroom, the luxuriousness still struck me. It could never get old, ever. This room wasn't better than the last one. If being kidnapped meant living an expensive life and making out with a mafia lord then I was happy about it. A bath had been prepared and I slipped into the imaginary jacuzzi happily and started to rub my hand against my body trying to get Luciano's smell off of me. Rose petals had been specially put by the side, they were my absolute favorite.

Jasmine dissolved into a burst of uncontrollable laughter. Her laugh was so infectious that Xander’s guffaw followed. “Big Brother, this is unfair. Don’t I get a hug?” Came a mellow voice. He stopped spinning his Jasmine and looked up at the family Rose. He put her down and kept his hands wide open, inviting her for an embrace. Rose runs into her brother’s arms, wrapping her own around his waist. His fragrant sandalwood scent filled her nostril.

Luciano closed his eyes, soaking in her touch like a man who had lived his whole life in darkness and finally found the sun. "I’ll burn the world down for you," he said. Aria smiled. "Good," she whispered. "Because I’m not letting you go." And when they kissed — soft, slow, endless — the past melted away, leaving only this moment. A king and his queen. A mafia and his stepsister. Bound by blood. Forged by fire. Saved by love. ---

Masir rolled his eyes,he knew what she was trying to do " look Kamila, I don't really have time for your shenanigans right now. If you know what's best for you, better put on your clothes so I can drop you along the way if not, I'll leave you alone" He always calls her by her name whenever he is annoyed with her. Kamila knew he was serious about leaving her alone if she does not get dressed quickly. She did as she was told and together they left the room like some decent people. ** Work has been a little hectic for Jafar. He just resume work today and had alot to do. So many accounts needs to be open and that requires him to go to the bank. But first, he has to discuss some things with sakee

“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."

Fat tears streamed down Jasmine's face as she struggled to find her voice. "Mom, please," she pleaded, but her mother seemed deaf to her daughter's distress. I glanced at Xavier, hoping he would step in, but he stood silently, watching with a pained expression. Noah's earlier words echoed in my mind—should he reject his mate if her mother didn't approve? Finally, Jasmine took a deep breath, her voice trembling but determined. "I, Jasmine Williams, reject... Volan Si as... my mate," she declared, her words faltering but clear. There was a moment of stunned silence. Even I couldn't hide my surprise.

Jasmine frowned and rolled her eyes. "I.. I just wanted to let you know that I wanna go see Uncle and Aunt... And also give you guys these coffee Stella made" She said referring to Liam's parents and the coffee. "I'll leave now!" She quickly added, placing the tray on a table and ran out without waiting for Liam's reply. "Coffee? Stella knows I hate coffee's in the morning!" Liam said looking confused. Jasmine stared at him weirdly... "You don't?" Liam shook his head,, "It irks me"

"I'm getting married," Jasmine announced, earning yells from her friends. " Married???" Laurette and Flora have been Jasmine friendssince childhood and they overcame difficulties together. The three musketeers developed the company together and with team work, they were always at the top. "You're getting married? Why? When? Who made that decision for you?" Laurette who's"29" years of age, blonde hair, blue eyes, and a figure eight structure bombarded her with questions.

“I have a great imagination.” I wrapped my arm around her waist to keep her from falling. She stumbled with her steps. “I want to know what you said in your text messages.” Her lips curled in an exaggerated smile. “What are you going to do to me? I’ve wondered ever since you told me.” Fuck. The capo was listening to every word. Jasmine pointed her finger at him. “He doesn’t want me to marry you. He wants me to marry Zsa-dan, Zsa-Zen.” She shook her head. “Zhdan Myshkin.” She shook her head. “He scares me.”

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.