Jasmine And Jafar Novels & Stories

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

Was it because he was taking it easy on her? Jasmine immediately wrapped the blanket around her body, and gathered her scattered before walking to the mirror on the other side of the room but Christopher didn't plan on letting her go so easily. She felt a pull, and was immediately spun around, hitting the full expanse of Christopher's chest. He held her jaw up tightly, and stared into her eyes. "Listen to me, little Vixen. I despise defiance. You will take the responsibility for the stunt you pulled last night, and marry me, or did you think I enjoyed the act?" Christopher's words were filled with venom but Jasmine wasn't backing down.

We will commence our tasks soon; I have your duties right here with me," she said, pointing at the journal in her left hand. "As you all know, whenever we have an important function in the Russo Mansion, we usually seek helping hands from JD Cleaning to assist the in-house staff. And we have," she said, initiating that we introduce ourselves as she pointed to myself and Erica. "Jasmine," I said, fumbling with my pendant. "Hi, I’m Erica." "And we have Thomas, our chef, and Gladys, our baker. You should try her banana bread divine," she stated, causing everyone to let out a laugh.

Jasmine scuffed. It wasn't enough for him to be hitting on her even as she was a married woman, betrothed to wed her step sister Maya in a few months time and her husband's enemy and competitor, he was now also trying to give her life advices? What happened to acting on those advices himself before giving them out to others? "I am a man of few words Miss. Jaiswal" "It's Mrs Ruge to you" she corrected. "Jasmine Jaiswal Ruge" she repeated, making sure to add her husband's surname within..

Just like I saw in that man's eyes who flirted with me. He resembles that man in looks but there is something in him that wasn't in that man... Maybe the darkness I see in his eyes. He darts his eyes lower and then tilts his face at my butt and I stumble. Lord! He smirks and dad chuckles . "Jas , meet him, he's Mr Alrick , my new business partner , Mr Alrick that is Jasmine , my clumsy 19 year old daughter "

She smiled, giggling. “You are the worse person I have ever seen in my life. Five hundred million dollars for what?” Jasmine rolled her eyes with so much hatred for her. At the same time, a lady walked in. When Ariel saw her, she smiled excitedly. She ran to the lady and kissed her on the lips. Jasmine remembered the lady from the club, she knew that something was weird between them. She could not believe her eyes when Freya jumped around Jasmine and they started to kiss each other passionately.

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–”

Among the laughter and sniggers of other men in the room, Jasmine watched as the Director stepped out of his pants. 'W-what did I do? How could I get fooled by them?! How...' Jasmine gulped as she sat on her knees, snapping her head around to look at the men forming a circle around her, her hair flying all around her face. 'They look hungry. They will eat me alive if I don't fight today. Fight, Jasmine. Don't give up. Fight until your last breath. It's better to die a martyr than to die at their hands getting ràped by them.'

She looked like she trusted him. A wave of something dark and unrelenting crashed over me. Anger. Betrayal. Jealousy. I clenched my fists, my pulse roaring in my ears. Jasmine had fought against Zephyr’s feelings, had told him about us, had sworn she would see him as nothing more than a friend. Yet here she was. Choosing him. A bitter taste filled my mouth. I forced myself to breathe, to think. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe they were just talking.

“I have a great imagination.” I wrapped my arm around her waist to keep her from falling. She stumbled with her steps. “I want to know what you said in your text messages.” Her lips curled in an exaggerated smile. “What are you going to do to me? I’ve wondered ever since you told me.” Fuck. The capo was listening to every word. Jasmine pointed her finger at him. “He doesn’t want me to marry you. He wants me to marry Zsa-dan, Zsa-Zen.” She shook her head. “Zhdan Myshkin.” She shook her head. “He scares me.”