Jasmin Turner Novels & Stories

As the figure came closer her identity became clearer. Amira was filled with so much joy, she didn't even know when she jumped up, drawing the attention of the other prisoners. "Selina , Selina , it was really Selina” she kept saying. Selina noticed the prisoner who was smiling at her and she looked properly. The tray almost falling from her hands “My lady!!” She shouted “Shhhhhh” Amira hushed her immediately. She slightly turned to see if anyone had noticed what happened, and fortunately for her they where all tired to look in her direction or ask what the problem was.

"Alpha Al!" Fuck. Jasmin had found me… Kiara and I both turned to see the pretty redhead. Jasmin Bloom, 5.10, grey eyes and a body many women would be envious of. "I missed you, handsome." With those words, she wrapped her arms around my neck. I couldn't respond, a swirl of emotions flitting through me... but above all others I could feel and see was the hurt and confusion in Kiara’s unique eyes.

So he asked her. “I have not seen you here before. Please introduce yourself to me.” “I am Miss Jasmine, Mr. Tyler Harrington, and I am your ex-wife's sister.” Jasmine smiled and bowed. *Scoff* One thing Tyler knows is that I am the one drafting this plan, and the other thing he does not know is that I am not revealing all of the plan. Oh! Perhaps it is better to say that I am one step ahead. The house we gave to charity was all thanks to Jasmine for not wanting that house. As it was, I have no use for it anymore, and it would have gone to my dearest sister.

"She had said the right thing and we honestly put ourselves in your shoes b…." "But it couldn't fit in. You wouldn't be in my shoes ever. Because your parents understand you the best. Laurette can bring in as many of them and you also can get high whenever you like but…. "I don't know if you feel the pain but this is hard for me…" "Jasmine Taylor?" A soft manly voice said from behind them and they both turned their face to the voice but Jasmine was the one with the shocker face this time. She gasped in fear and anxiety as she stood up with her now dried ruined makeup face.

she sat at the back of the limousine and Alexis joined her. ***************** They stopped at a big organization, made with glass and STARFORCE was boldly written on it. that alighted from the limousine and the reporters began to murmur. ** wow she look so beautiful ** finally the summers now have a female dancer and vocalist among them. ** woah!! dream look so hot as ever, our forever best rapper. ** Alexis and branny you look super handsome, love you our main vocalist" the reporters and crazy fans kept screaming. " Their screaming are really annoying" Nicki muttered walking into the main building

“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.”

A photograph of Jessica Jane. Smiling.

“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. —