Jasmine And Jafar Fanfic Novels & Stories

††016†† Jasmine's Point Of View: "Jasmine,” He whispered. I jerked my hand away from him, snapping at him. “What?! Have you forgotten you have Seraphina right there?". “How?" He asked, and I could hear something close to guilt in his voice. “Dylan, let's just leave." Seraphina tried to interrupt but Dylan was busy staring at me with lust in his eyes “How what?" I asked, ignoring Seraphina's words. "I'm still that fat girl you fooled, isn't it? Anyway, my husband is waiting at home so…”

And while she rotted in a cell… who would pay for her mother’s surgery? Her fists clenched so tightly her nails dug into her palms. Jasmine said nothing more. Just eyed them with sour eyes. She had never met two people as twisted as them. And the worst part was, she actually loved them, actually believed they loved her. The Perfume competition was in a matter of hours, and Antonio didn't have the energy to argue with Jasmine. He didn't even consider it in his best interest anyway, "Jas, please forget about your petty Jealousy–”

“Did I do something? Again?” The way his eyes kept dancing from me to Garcia was proof enough that indeed he had no idea what he had been doing. My heart went out to him and I felt bad to see him suffer like this. I clenched my fists and vowed to find this Najak and kill him. Garcia kept the empty vial back on the side table and replied, “You think that Madeleine is your mate.” He stirred at the words and looked at me. “Yes, she is my mate, I feel it.”

They would've crossed all the forbidden paths by now if she submitted to him but this girl is damn stubborn but he knows, today or tommorow he'll have her beneath him, he just has to wait. "Delicious" He husked while tucking a strand of her hair behind her earlobe. Jasmine wiggled and jerked her head away from his touch but instead of making that angry it made him chuckle. She looked like a toddler who hates being touched by relatives. Jasmine, as if she's one fire jumped down from the table, running away from him. The pain in her abdomen long gone as her mind got occupied by the monster in the house. 'Can't he keep his hands to himself? Why using it on her?' That girl mumbled while bolting

“But no, it’s not a divine power like you’re thinking. It’s just because that last time she said some words to me, I almost felt my death coming.” I didn’t get what he said that’s why I just rolled my eyes. Whatever reminiscence he has now, I don’t care. Oh yeah. This one actually believes that I am the Fajra he knows. That I am the princess of the kingdom Zunumbra that he’s saying and that I'm destined to free my nation Amare. Wow, I can't believe I remembered all that. "You know what? In fairness to you, you can write a good book. Children will like your stories.” I said, shrugging my shoulders.