Jasmin Turner Novels & Stories

she opens the car door. Jasmin Harper, the neuro therapist, is around forty years old, owner of good health. She has short, curly black hair full of her head and two big brown eyes and she's not that tall, the style of her talking is so unique, that's why she's so famous as a doctor. But something is going to happen here. "Welcome back, Samlin!" She gives me a bright smile, sitting in front of me. "Where have you been? I thought you weren't gonna meet me until your mother called."

With practiced precision, she applied gloss, fluffed her curls, and added just enough jewelry to sparkle without looking desperate. Her eyes glowed with determination. And mischief. “Alex Phillips,” she whispered to her mirror with a wicked grin. “You won’t forget me this time.” Jasmine's thinks she can steal what's mine and get away with it, but I'll put her in her place. She turned off the lights and walked out.

Jasmine swept into the hall gracefully with her head held high. She was wearing a red cocktail dress and a pair of crystal high heels. Dylan's expression immediately changed. "You're... Ms. Jasmine Smith, the Smith family's new heiress!" "Well, at least you aren't blind," Jasmine sneered coldly. "Besides being the Smith family's heiress, I'm also the deputy general manager of Aerowind Enterprise." Jessica didn't understand the situation, and immediately taunted Jasmine. "Oh, where did this vixen pop out from? How dare you act so arrogantly in front of my husband!"

I headed towards the kitchen. I had barely made it to the doorway when a girl stepped in my path. She was pretty enough with her black hair teased up from her face and the tiniest mini skirt I had ever seen. But everything from that to her makeup seemed to beg for attention. She giggled when I stopped. “Hi, You’re Jax Turner, aren’t you? From Dionysus Rising?”

He asked her, "I can arrange for that to happen. Jarvis could take you to go see them whenever you want to." "Thanks." She mouthed, yet her expression remained melancholic. "Do you want anything else?" She raised her attention from her hands to him, and said, "Jasmine had always wanted to become a model." "And?" "Now, she works as a server in an ice cream parlor, looking like the shadow of her former self. Something must've gone wrong after I left." She voiced out to him,

“I’ve been called worse by men who begged with their teeth on my thigh.” Gasps. One woman choked on her breath. Jasmine turned—slowly—to the room. “Yes. I was taken. Sold. Stripped. Branded. Trained to please men like him.” She pointed at Gralin without looking. “I learned how to swallow my scream. How to arch just right. How to moan like I meant it.” Her voice dropped lower. Intimate. Laced with honey and knives. “But that’s not the shame.” She stepped down into the crowd now, dress hissing around her ankles like fire.

the woman asked amused. "That obvious?" "Oh, painfully." Jasmine huffed. "Well, I was doing fine earlier, but my—" She stopped herself before calling Chad her fiancé out loud. "My… support system bailed on me." The woman raised an eyebrow but didn’t pry. Instead, she tilted her head toward the slope. "Lucky for you, I’m a pretty decent teacher. Name’s Georgia, by the way." "Jasmine." She introduced. "Nice to meet you, Jasmine. Looks like your partner left, couldn't keep you upright anymore. " She joked and Jasmine laughed though it was dry.

“Keep talking, Amelia. I know you are afraid, but trust me I will find you. I just need to reach your mind.” “Who are you? How are you able to do this?” Amelia asked. “Am I going crazy?” Jasmine scoffed. “No. I’m Jasmine Peters. I may be the crazy one. Just keep talking to me okay. It will be over soon. I know you are afraid.” “Yes please, please! I’m running out of air!”

the woman said, her red lips curving into a smile. Bryan gave a brief nod. “Evening.” “I’m Jasmine, your makeup artist for tonight.” She extended a hand, and Bryan shook it briefly before letting go. “These are my assistants, Bella and Sienna,” she continued, gesturing to the two younger girls, who smiled shyly. Bryan simply nodded again. He wasn’t one for small talk. Jasmine stepped closer, eyeing him with open admiration. “Wow… I’ve seen pictures of you before, but you look even better in person.”

her seatmate—a petite Black woman with a stylish pixie cut—asked, raising a curious brow. “None of your business,” Jasmine hissed, snatching her phone and standing abruptly. The woman flinched, watching as Jasmine stormed out of the HR department, her heels clicking against the floor with a fury that echoed down the hallway. Jasmine’s pace slowed as she neared the ladies’ restroom. She glanced left, then right, making sure no one was watching before slipping inside. In the mirror, her reflection stared back—flawless makeup, glossy hair, lips painted the perfect shade of red. “I’m beautiful,” she whispered to herself. “Beautiful enough to be the woman next to him. It should be me. Not that go