Jafar X Jasmine Novels & Stories

I turned my head with enthusiasm and looked at the man closely. "So, what information might be beneficial to Jasmine?" Bastian interjected. "Her ex-girlfriend has a character that is not much different from Jasmine," Jaden said. Not much different from me? What kind of character do I have? "Spoiled, noisy, and annoying girl?" Bastian guessed. Wait a minute! What did he say? "Exactly!" Jaden replied casually. Oh, shit! "So ... Jasmine, just be yourself, do what you usually do, you don't need to bother acting in front of him," Jaden said as he patted my arm gently.

Chad hissed, his tone low and sharp. “Playing the part,” Jasmine whispered back, patting his chest as if calming a restless dog. “Relax, Mr. Blackstone. You hired me for this, remember?” Jasmine turned her attention to Ava, her smile turning just a shade sharper. “Hi, I’m Jasmine. Chad’s fiancée.” Ava’s eyes widened slightly before narrowing. “Fiancée?” Her tone was skeptical, but her expression was sharp, like she was trying to see through the act.

"Frank didn't tell you I got married?" Jasmine is tense but she still manages to have a joyless smile tugged on her face. Catherina on the other hand is just staring at Jasmine. Apart from anger and jealousy, I can't seem to figure out what other emotion she is feeling right now. "No", she answers sharply, flipping her hair proudly and folding her arms, her gaze not leaving Jasmine's. We stand awkwardly for a second before she finally takes Jasmine's hand. "Hi, I'm Catherina Costello, Xavier's girlfriend."

Jasmine picked up her phone, pretending to check the time, and discreetly took a photo of the scene and sent it to Zach. Madelyn turned around and quietly watched Jasmine, who looked mature and professional. Seeing Jasmine again after her rebirth stirred up mixed emotions in Madelyn. Jasmine wasn't just her teacher; she was going to become her stepmother. Out of all Hayson's mistresses, she was the only one who managed to marry into the Jent family.

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

I cannot talk to you right now, you're lucky to be my cousin and my friend, I'm furious, Jafar, furious! Jafar got up and came towards me. -Sir, I will voluntarily lock myself in the basement for seven days. I walk from side to side, panting, this turn of the game really caught me off guard! Good Heaven! They got the wrong woman, hell, what to do now? Jafar looks away from me, he is devastated and I am too, I suddenly remember the two of us, still children, still boys running through this palace, I look at his expression of embarrassment and rebate:

Jasmine sounds sarcastic. "You know I can make your life complicated, Ms. Jones, don't you?" Colton asked back. "You're a selfish bastard!" Jasmine said in anger, but Colton doesn't seem to be affected. "Oh, I know," Colton replied sarcastically as he revealed a mysterious smile, " Why won't you just agree to marry me, and then, everything will be settled!" he added. "I haven't lost my mind yet, Colton, I am not crazy enough to marry the worst person I have ever known!" Jasmine said with her sharp gaze.

Zara didn’t make it far, just a few steps away from where she had stood with Hudson when she found Jasmine, leaning against a statue staring at her with an unreadable expression on her face. “You know you shouldn’t be doing that,” she said. Zara turned, schooling her expression, “Shouldn’t be doing what?” she asked, keeping her tone soft, her eyes staring at the woman who was just as horrible as the people in her life. “Our men, they are possessive lovers, they would spend no time to kill any man if they think you are…” “What are you talking about?” she hissed, her heart hammering in her chest. Jasmine smirked, “I am talking about Hudson, the man that you were just talking to… You know when

He was a wuss, a disrespectful chauvinistic male with arrogance the size of a skyscraper yet had the brain size of a pea and she was supposed to consider him family? Oh right! She thought sarcastically. Mr. Young sighed. "We are Africans Jasmine. They've barely recovered from having a child who screams at the pelt of a thunderstorm, nonetheless, a girl in a sacred brotherhood they considered was only for the male. Now standing tall and barking orders, even for my men that will take a lot of getting used to. You are the first woman ever to Join the native and now they have__"

X's voice was firm but calm. He knew the type of man his boss was, and he somehow how had an understanding of what the woman had gone through. Jasmine fought back the urge to cry, she was trapped, and it seemed like there was no way out of the mess she had gotten herself into. She gave up fighting but she wasn't going to go back, and marry that man. She was better than that. Jasmine turned to X, with a trembling voice. She had to find a way to get rid of this man first, she knew she wasn't stronger than him, so she had to get to his emotions.