Jasmine App Novels & Stories

she told her before leaving. Jasmine tapped her leg on the floor impatiently. She wasn't comfortable with staying back while Jabal goes alone. Though they fight and argue a lot, she still doesn't want anything to happen to him. She opened up her bag and brought out a book. She will write whatever comes to her head, to keep herself calm. **

Somewhere intimate but not so obvious. Jasmine's Message: "Hello Alexander, are you back from your trip? There is a café near the old pier; it's one I know you will love. Could you meet me there tonight, at 7 PM, in case you have already returned? Her heart was racing in anticipation as she hit send. In the moment the message left her phone, a mixture of excitement and anxiety churned within her. What would he say? Would he come? She could not let Jayla take him away, not after everything. Jasmine had felt something real with him; she connected with him, and she was going to make certain it wasn't lost to her sister.

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.

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!*

She always looked forward to his beautiful and bright future and never in her wildest dreams had she imagined, it would end up like this. Jasmine still had the phone Marcello had given her in her hand, she ran into the bathroom in her room, locked herself in, checked around for any cameras or anything that could compromise her situation. As everything looked OK, she logged into the search engine, typing as fast as she could the Silverton Police Department website, searching further: Detective Dylan Jones. Information about him spread like wild fire all over the screen, his full names being the first line; Detective Dylan Asher Jones, and at the bottom page, his service contact which she imme

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.

“How lucky you must be. Barely in here a month and already you’ve given him what none of us ever could. A child.” Her tone turned brittle at the end jealousy dripping through every syllable. Jasmine rose gracefully from her seat circling me like a predator sizing up prey. She smelled of roses and smoke a heady mixture that made my stomach churn. Ughhewww! She stopped in front of me tilting her head. “Tell me Arielle, does it feel good? To be so unworthy yet so useful?” she murmured drawing out my name as though it were an insult. “I don’t need to feel good about anything. Least of all you.” I glared at her my chin tilting up the way it had when Kael had stood before me earlier.

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!”