Romans & histoires Jasmine Aladdin Genie

“I want to give you this...as a friend and ally.” Lucifer and Julius look at the bag curiously as I hold it out for Julius to take. He furrows his brows as I drop the bag in his hand, rubbing his thumb over the contents of the bag before opening it. I hold back a smile as his eyebrows shoot up in shock. “Is this what I think it is?” I smirk. “Well, this isn’t me proposing to you so...” Julius pulls out a ring with a square black gemstone. His eyes meet mine. “A Daylight ring? But how?”

I hear a voice in my head, “Good job. We did it.” I think to myself, “Who are you?” I almost jump when she responds back, “I’m your wolf. My name is Jasmine, it’s nice to be out.” Aamon pets my head and says, “You look beautiful, Aurora. I’m so proud of you.” I look up at him and notice that I can see himmore detailed… but I don’t know if that’s a good thing. I notice the wrinkles on his face, the natural wear and tear of his body from his age, and for the first time I really notice our age difference.

“I guess he told you everything, then.” He stopped just a few feet away from me. “Yes. My name is Ernesh. And by now, I can only guess you know what I’m after.” “The Nera flower?” I replied sharply. His smile widened, just a little. “Yes.” I let out a short, dry chuckle, ignoring the pain in my wrists. “You should know there’s no way I’m letting you find it.” “Oh, I know,” he replied calmly. “That’s why I brought in a witch to help.”

You finally came home. Faith took a step forward. The ground under her feet cracked. “I am not your Catalyst Joker, " she said. She pointed a finger at the King, and a bolt of blue lightning hit the ground inches from his feet. “I am the Goddess of the Moon,” Faith roared. “And you, Valerius, are sitting in my chair.” Killian stepped off the stone and stood behind her. He knew this was a suicide mission. He knew the King had traps they couldn't see. But as he looked at Faith’s glowing back, he knew he couldn't leave her.

“How is that a punishment?” “Visums become magically bound to anyone they touch, unable to leave their side until they grant them a wish. I’m told the bond is excruciatingly painful when activated. Julie will forever be a slave to the wills of others. Dragged around all creation by any who touch her and will have no say in the wishes she grants. Eternal, painful servitude is her punishment.” I force down a large gulp as I stare up into his intense, silver eyes. “And I thought the genie in Aladdin had it rough,” I quip.

The auctioneer slammed down his gavel. "Sold! To the gentleman in the back for twenty thousand dollars!" I smiled to myself as I signalled my guards to collect my purchase. _Jasmine's POV_ I was dragged off the stage, unsure of what lay ahead. The two women who bathed and dressed me whispered warnings about the man who bought me.

I said quietly, the conversation heightening my strong suspicion that this child was mine. Suddenly, Jasmine quickly turned her attention back to her tower. She grabbed a nearby electronic tablet and tapped on the screen with small, practiced fingers. “Look!” she said, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “I have this app that helps me plan my towers. See, I can design different shapes and see how they fit together before I build them!”

I guess his playfulness is not only for wooing girls but just who he is, a part of him. “Where is my ice cream?” She asked in this cute little voice that made me ‘aw’. “I’m sorry, I had to give it away,” he replied. “So what am I to do now?” “Wish for another one.” The girl smiled, “genie, I wish for another ice cream.” Wait, what? She called him genie? Adrian put her down and did that thing with his hands, “boom bada boom, your wish is about to be granted,” then he turned around and rushed to the ice cream stand he had pointed at earlier.

If I wanted him to take me, then I needed to prove to him that I was worthy of his Luna. Adonai is a great man, ruler of a great pack. He would not take a weak woman who could not offer him any help and assistance in leading the people. In no time we got to Alpha’s room and found him busy in his study. “Alpha,” the guard called respectfully, bowing a little. “Princess Jasmine is here.” “You may leave,” Adonai said without looking at our direction and the guard bowed again as if Adonai could see him, before walking out.

The silence is oppressive, heavy with anticipation. A figure emerges from the shadows. “Alpha Hades.” A wolf, ruddy and ugly, comes out. And at one glance, I can tell he’s one of Denzel’s minions. He smells like them; I fought a great number of them that day to know what they smell like. The stench of loyalty to Denzel clings to him, a pungent reminder of the enemy. I just need to know how they managed to get Jasmine. "Where is she?" I growl.