Jasmine And Jafar Fanfic の小説・ストーリー

Jasmine requested, her words carrying a subtle blend of assertiveness and plea. Aiden's mischievous smirk widened as he retorted, his voice laced with playful defiance. "No, Jasmine, I can't keep my hands to myself. You're well aware of that, aren't you?" His eyes held a glint of mischief, challenging her patience. Feeling a mixture of irritation and resignation, Jasmine let out a weary sigh, casting her gaze away from him, as if seeking solace in the passing scenery.

“What are you trying to say, Jasmine?” “My son needs his father.” “Then take him to his father,” I suggested. “You can’t use Alexander’s name to fix your own situation.” Jasmine’s face crumpled, and she seemed on the verge of tears. “Then let Alexander go,” she cried out, her voice echoing through the small room. “You’re the reason he doesn’t have time for me or our son.” Jasmine’s demeanor shifted abruptly. The tears vanished, replaced by a cold, smirking expression that sent a shiver down my spine. "Oh, Fiona," she said with a bitter edge. "I didn’t realize you were so naive."

††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–”

Ahaan nodded then he asked one man to click their picture. They were standing in front of Eifel tower, Jhanvi gets starled when Vian put his hand around her bare waist as she was wearing crop top, he pulled her toward him and ask the man to click the pictures. Vian was enjoying the closeness but Jhanvi was feeling nervous. This closeness was affecting her, she come out of his trance when Vian removes his hand to take the camera. She was going to move away from her when he holds her hand and pulled her toward him. She landed on his broad chest, he said looking into her eyes:” There was something I want to say for so long, thank you for taking care of me and being best wife in the whole w

“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.”