Jasmine App Novels & Stories

"We can't protect her forever Kehinde. She should learn how to protect us rather. It is now or never. How can the team believe in her, if we don't? She is the crown and Young has never been a wrong judge of character, she will come back safely, she has to." "Let's just pray she survives a day at work without being fired, so she doesn't come back too early now. Shall we?" They both glared at him. He nodded and continued programming the app, he just started working on. Coding and stuff. This was the smartest resourceful video game he could partake in. *** There was hush silence as Jasmine entered her office she co-owned with four of the other assistants, after being given a head start on what

Don't leaf through her cell phone. Jasmine goes to the gazebo and closes the exquisite carved door. When her fingers slide open the screen, she immediately sees six messages. "Nina! Why don't you answer my phone?" "Nina, where are you? Why don't you answer the phone?" "You stupid woman, how dare you shut down!" "Since you go back on your words first, don't blame me for breaking my promise!" "Call me back as soon as you see my message! Or you will die!"

Jasmine’s POV: I’m up the next morning as usual and I’m really sore down there to the point I can’t even walk so I take out my phone and shoot a quick text to Jace Jasmine: Hey, I’m really hurting this morning so I’m not going to make it in to work today if it’s anything major send it over I can work from home.

Now Jasmine was boiling with anger inside but did not want to say anything to Eric, she kept sitting with her hands crossed. Then a message from Peter came on her phone due to which the phone vibrated. Jasmine picked up her phone, unlocked the phone, and started replying to Peter's message. Eric became jealous after seeing this and quickly started the car. As soon as the car suddenly started at high speed, Eric applied the brakes. Due to which the phone fell from Jasmine's hand.

"But, If you agree to my terms,and you're able to impress me, then maybe, just maybe... I'll let you gain access to my lips and you can kiss me all you want. His eyes widened... "What is it?" "Be my maid for a day!" Jasmine said smirking. "What!! Hell No!!" Liam argued. "Okay then!" She simply said playing with her fingers. "You're serious?" Liam asked like he wasn't sure she'd proposed that. "Of course! I mean every word!" "Okay Fine!! Like I have a choice" He said. "Great! Now get me a piece of cake" Jasmine ordered. Liam groaned, he stood up and went to the kitchen... Getting a piece of cake, he walked back and handed it to Jasmine.

It would be better for him to win the hearts of the people here so that he can live peacefully and away from trouble. When the afternoon came, Amore received a text message from an unknown number. *Why did you call Jasmine's cellphone earlier? Who are you? Please reply. ASAP!* She was nervous again because someone else was holding Scarlett’s cellphone and why it knew the code name of the woman used in OMARE CORPs. She replied as she found a signal. * I'm her friend and you? Who are you too? Why are you holding Jasmine's cellphone? Where is she? Please reply!*

With this, he slumped into his bed with a glass of wine in his hands. Finally, he was getting a little change of scenery. ************ Jasmine was an eighteen years old girl in her final year at a private high school in the city of Buea: Our Lady of Mount Carmel. Being a two of four children, the girl had grown to live by the norms by which she was raised. Her mother, a widow, was a strict pediatrician who spared her children no wrong doing. It was for this reason that her first son Jasper was a science professor in Boston, living a good, honest and happy life with his white wife and son.

Marc was racing around putting things out and trying to get Jasmine to tidying the front counter. Today was Thursday. Thursdays and Fridays were always the busiest days at The Maze, hence Jasmine’s presence. She was slow and cumbersome. Her stocky build and dead straight black hair made her even more unusual and totally out of place. However, she was great at front of house and as much as Marc protested, she could make a mean coffee. Marc hated Thursday’s and Fridays simply because Jasmine had a little crush on him, despite the numerous attempts he’d made to inform her he was gay.

Author's POV~ Jasmine tossed her phone on the bed and stared at her fingers, eyes gleaming with malice. A throaty laughter escaped from her lips, her head flung backwards. A knock came on her door. It was Alice, the maid from earlier. “Breakfast is ready, ma'am,” “Coming. Just set the table. I have to have my bath first.” Jasmine replied and hurried to the bathroom. As she settled in the tub, she couldn't help but think about the new idea she came up with.

I said quietly, the conversation heightening my strong suspicion that this child was mine. Suddenly, Jasmine quickly turned her attention back to her tower. She grabbed a nearby electronic tablet and tapped on the screen with small, practiced fingers. “Look!” she said, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “I have this app that helps me plan my towers. See, I can design different shapes and see how they fit together before I build them!”