Jasmine And Jafar Novels & Stories

Zach's gaze got all cold. Jasmine didn't seem worried, still smiling. Her red manicured hand glided across his chest as she spoke. "Well, then! Let's face death together, like Romeo and Juliet. It might not be so bad. We could be all lovey-dovey even in the afterlife." He forcefully grasped her hand on his chest, pushing her away. "Do you truly believe Hayson wouldn't uncover your infidelity? Jasmine, be careful not to push the limits too far, or you may end up burning yourself."

He felt trapped, like a beast in a cage, unable to escape. Clueless to the truth, Jasmine foolishly trekked up the mountain herself to fetch an identical red string. Consumed by hatred, he took a pair of scissors and cut the string into pieces before her eyes.

Now fate had decided to place her cruel hands on me again. She gave me Jasmine. The daughter of a D’Arvenzi wolf. A bloodline I swore never to forgive. She's everything I wanted in a mate. Strong, kind and beautiful beyond words. If she wasn't poisoning herself, my wolf would've marked her there and then when we met, in the chair where she was tied. If I didn't wake up from that haze, I would've marked her regardless of traditions binding us. This was a bond I never wanted. A threat I couldn’t ignore.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned and it was a general rule. "I will see you off to wherever your meeting point is so that I know where my lovely wife is." I made sure to emphasize my lovely wife. She had to know that she belonged to me and not anyone else. Jasmine was a very attractive woman who could get any man she wanted at the snap of her fingers and sometimes I wondered if the roles were reversed, would she still want to be with me? "I can see the wheels turning in your head." She wiggled her brows. Life with Jasmine was unusually cool, I have expected a lot of surprises from her and fights but it has just been calm. She wasn't ever going to accept being cheated but apart from tha

Unlike Carina, who had grown up around them, knew how to act cute, and spoke as sweetly as a nightingale. More importantly, they saw me as a useless person. If it weren't for our campus romance in university, an ordinary girl like me would never have made it to the engagement with him. Giovanni was an Italian-American heir to the powerful and rising Vitale crime family. He was one of the strongest contenders to become the next Don. They had only tolerated me because of his insistence. Carina often threatened me in private: "You don't belong in this mafia family. You'll be eaten alive, bones and all. So behave yourself."

Ayesha, Yahya and Farhan were about to agree- “No, we deshide righth hair righth noww,” Jafar declared as he was wheelchaired into the garden by a nurse.

"Can you announce the special gift you prepared for me now?" June and I exchanged glances. I smiled and nodded. "Sure," I said. "But first, you need to admit out loud the things you've done. That includes all the mistakes you've made." "No problem," she replied, turning toward the guests. "Sorry to take a few minutes of everyone's time. I'm Jasmine Turner. I was once Mr. York's fiancee. On the eve of our wedding, the butler's son, Marcus Lockwood, seduced me through despicable means. I lost my judgment and deeply hurt Mr. York.

Her champagne gown fell simply over her body, but the way she stood made the fabric look like armor selected by someone with exceptional taste. “Dianna,” Zane said. His hand moved to his wife’s back, a small gesture that didn’t belong at all to the man I used to know. “This is Jasmine.” “I know.” Dianna held out her hand. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” I shook it. “Hopefully not from this family.” “Unfortunately, yes.” “Then half of it was probably slander.” “And the other half?” “Also slander, but more entertaining.” Dianna smiled broadly.

**Jasmine's POV*** I woke up to a sharp pain on my joint, my head spinned from suffocation. When my eyes flew open Justin stood across from me, we were in a different place now. What was going on? “Justin–” I made to stand up but my hands were tied to my back. “Hey, sweetheart. You're awake already?” I grunted. “Easy there, pookie, I need you fresh for the buyers tonight.” He walked towards where I lay and crouched down.

"Go into your room. Pack a bag unless you want me to put you over my knee once again and it wouldn't be only your ass that would be sore, Jasmine." She glared. But turned around and went into her room. TBC