Jasmine And Jafar Novels & Stories

“For the way I spoke yesterday.” Jaden exhaled. “I was wrong too.” They stood side by side. “The man’s name,” Jasmine said suddenly. Jaden turned quickly. “Christopher,” Jasmine said softly. “He is my fiancé.” Jaden stiffened. “And that woman?” “Valentina,” Jasmine continued. “My stepsister.” Silence enveloped them. “They had an affair,” Jasmine added without emotion. “Behind my back.” Jaden clenched his fists. “And your father?”

she started in those deadly, calm voices I have come to appreciate. Jessica blinked but Jasmine didn’t stop. “He’s everything. He works harder than anyone I’ve ever met. He’s smart. He’s serious. He’s stubborn. He gets on my nerves every day. He's cold and moody. But there's something you don't know, whore, he’s mine. And I wouldn’t trade him for the world.” I froze. Jessica looked at her like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. But Jasmine didn’t look at her. She was looking at me.

Zafaro shouted. He didn't look back at Dorian's shaking blade or Hikma's freezing stare. He turned to Rashida and grabbed her hand, his calloused, dirt-cracked fingers intertwining firmly with her slender ones. As their palms met, the wide bronze ring on her index finger clicked sharply against his skin, locking against his hand like a physical bolt. It was a cold, solid piece of truth inside a house built on silver lies. "Don't let go," he muttered, his dark eyes locking onto hers for a fraction of a second, offering her the only promise that mattered in this valley.

“Rafe, are you planning to spend the entire evening looking at that phone?” Raphael looked up from the message he was reading and smiled at his wife. “Are you jealous of my phone?” Jasmine folded her arms. “I'm beginning to think it gets more attention than I do.” “That's impossible.” “Then prove it.” Rafe placed the phone on the table and opened his arms. “Come here.” Jasmine laughed as she settled beside him. “You're lucky I love you.”

I question her, giving her the liberty to lie all she can till she is tired of lying. She is not going to suffer only for the humiliations she caused me, she is also going to suffer for lying to me. I hear her heave a deep sigh. "I'm Jasmine. Jasmine Cooper." "Jasmine?" I snap my head towards her. She nods, avoiding eye contact with me now. I shift my gaze to her dress. "Roll it up." "What?" She asks in confusion, wondering what I mean.

"I'm getting married," Jasmine announced, earning yells from her friends. " Married???" Laurette and Flora have been Jasmine friendssince childhood and they overcame difficulties together. The three musketeers developed the company together and with team work, they were always at the top. "You're getting married? Why? When? Who made that decision for you?" Laurette who's"29" years of age, blonde hair, blue eyes, and a figure eight structure bombarded her with questions.

'A journey of no return, where goodbyes are permanent. "One week from now, I will be next to you, Jasmine, my crown.” I collapsed on the bed, with my face up to the ceiling. "We will be home, where we belong, and me, forever with my crown.” I laughed an awful laughter that Jasmine usually tagged 'evil’ in the good old days.

Jasmine. “Decorations are a lot like humans. Feed them frequently with what they like, and they would grow in such a way that your customer would love….” "Jasmine," the voice was sharp and curt. Feminine. The reason why I dreaded and loved coming to work for the past two days. I looked up from the design I had spent days working on into the sea green eyes of the one person who made sure she fulfilled her promise of making sure I went back home annoyed every day.

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.

Jasmine noticed that Kiara’s attention was drifting. She took the opportunity, grabbed Kiara’s leg, and made her fall. Jasmine hadn’t received any combat training, but she knew how to act smartly. As Kiara fell, Jasmine grabbed the pistol from her hand. “You… you can’t kill me!” Kiara warned her in fear. Jasmine rebuked her, “When you can think of ending my world, then I can take your life too. I am now the wife of Mafia King Eric Varghese.”