Jasmin Turner Novels & Stories

I felt anger bubble inside me. “Look at me!” I snapped. His eyes shot up to mine. “Do you know who I am?” I asked. He nodded. “Tell me.” “You’re Leah Garrison.” “Yes, I am. And you did this to me.” I held out my wrists and then lifted my jumper to show my healing wound. His eyes fell to my stomach and then back to his chained wrists. When he lifted his gaze again, his eyes were filled with sorrow. “I am so sorry; we did this to you.”

Mirena stopped the moment she heard that. “What?” she asked. Jasmine turned, offering her a knowing smile. “You heard me,” she said. “Today’s winner gets to have a meal with the one and only Isabella Rosa.”

I needed to confirm she was okay, so I dialed her number and called her. Her voice came from the other side, instantly calming my nerves. Jasmine had a unique way of affecting me. She possessed a certain…influence. It was as though she knew exactly how to reach me, to bypass my defenses. With her, I didn’t feel the constant pressure to maintain the stoic facade of the Alpha. I could simply be myself, and I cherished that freedom. She was my sanctuary, my escape from the demands of my position.

"I will." In the stands, Jasmine was fuming over how hard it was to take down Winter. She had yet to give up on her scheming, so she walked to a secluded spot and called her secretary, Miles Kane. She hissed through gritted teeth, "Isn't there some way to trip that bitch up again?" Miles replied, "Don't worry, Mrs. Johnson. I've already swapped Winter's problem for the hardest one in the entire competition."

What then had gotten into her, he wondered? Who was this woman looking at him with eyes full of steel? She stepped onto the stage and reached for the microphone. It felt cold in her fingers. Her heart pounded once. Twice. Then suddenly, a memory flashed in her head. Her mother lay pale in the hospital bed. The unpaid bills. The threat of prison Flora had almost pushed her into. This wasn’t just about pride anymore. This was survival. "Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I am Jasmine Romano and the perfumer of Roodles. And the perfume Jamio was created by me."

“I can’t go. I’m exhausted—I don’t feel good, and I don’t look good enough to attend.” I left Dema alone at home and went to the event by myself. The evening dragged on—my team handled everything perfectly, leaving me with little to do. That’s when I spotted her. Her name is Jasmine . She's One of our former managers. She’d quit years ago when she got pregnant, choosing to raise her son over climbing the corporate ladder. Now here she was, gliding through the crowd like she’d never left. She smiled when she saw me. “Rami, how are you? It's been a long time.”

“May I know who you are?” “Who am I?” The woman smirked not answering Arya’s question but looking somewhere above Arya’s head. “Are you Mr Nergal’s family?” Arya decided not to let go of that question. Jasmin lowered her head and covered her face with one hand, she was laughing, but there was no real joy in her laughter. Soon she composed herself and looked at Arya. “No, I’m not his family, I’m his Omega, well one of his Omegas.”

Liza and Valerie shared confused glances at each other. "Do you know who that is?" Liza whispered, feeling weak in the knees. Since the last time Xander threatened her, she has dared not offend him again. It would be fatal. It took a full minute for Val to respond; she nodded foolishly, "I think so. She is the doctor that saved my life, Jasmine. As she spoke, the car door opened, and Jasmine walked out carrying a two-year-old girl on her hips, now dressed in a loose green sundress. She had no makeup on, and her blonde hair was let down, flowing over her shoulders.

The questions. It didn’t. The marks on my palm stayed. Door #2. Soon. I stared at those words until the water ran cold. Until the steam cleared and I saw myself in the mirror. Not the same Jasmine who went to sleep at midnight. Not the girl who used to laugh too loud or forget her charger or eat cereal at 2 a.m. This Jasmine looked… hollow. Like she was waiting for something that might not ever come back. —

“Yes, I have you report that you submitted after that attack. No losses for you. So, anyway. Can I speak with Ms. Turner about it all?” “That is the problem. She is currently being held in the cells as a spy.” “A spy?” Simon’s face looked shocked. “Yes, you see. Ms. Jasmine was posing as my girlfriend to get access to my pack. She had assumed some of the luna roles and was in charge of daily inspections of new buildings and renovations that have been going on for the past few years. She is actually mated to someone else and only acted as if she cared to get access to my pack. While handling the renovations, she had a total of six tunnels installed without my knowledge. I believe it was for t