Jasmine App Novels & Stories

"Two colors are well suited for you, Lady Seraphina. A red dress is good during the day. And a black one during the night to emphasize the beauty of your body." My lips curve into a smile. I loved the idea. "Very well, young lady. Tell me your name?" "Jasmine," she responded, bowing her head. "Alright, Jasmine. I like how different you are from the rest. From now on, you'll be the head of these fools." Jasmine was happy to hear it. I tapped her shoulders. "Alright, I don't need any of you. Leave." The omegas showed respect, bowed to me, and left. Jasmine was the last one to exit the room. She smiled at me, her expression a silent promise of loyalty. I nodded in acknowledgment.

"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

Jasmine entered the dining room which has a simple and masculine design. She walked down. For some reason, when she is this close to Alpha, her guts shrank. There is a very high dominant aura. "Closer!" Jasmine walked slowly towards the alpha who is already sitting on the dining table chair. When Jazzy is nearby, Marco invited her to sit down. "Jazzy, why do you sound more daring when you're on the phone? While looking shy and timid when we meet in person?"

She rose to her feet, and before she could pick them up, Amber snatched them away. "Do you know these flowers are crazily expensive? If you don't want it, I will take it," she happily announced, taking in the delightful fragrance of the flowers. "Whatever," Jasmine uttered while thinking about how to get in contact with Jace. Like he could read her mind, her phone beeped with a message notification from him. "Do you like pink roses, babe?" Jasmine read out from her phone and couldn't help but groan out loud. "What do I do with this crazy guy?" her tone was laced with frustration as she ruffled her hair.

Adrian asked, dropping his tablet onto the desk with a heavy clack. "Let them walk in and take him?"I looked at Jasmine, who was standing in the doorway, her neon tracksuit a jarring spark in the darkness. She was trembling, eyes darting between the sirens outside and the hallway. "Jasmine," I called out. "You have millions of followers, don't you? You told me you're the only one who knows how to make people look." Jasmine blinked, nodding slowly. "Almost four million. Why?" "I need your phone. And I need a link to every major news outlet in this city," I said, my voice finding a level of authority that even made Adrian go silent.

The call ended immediately before she could say anything else. "Who is messing with me?" Jasmine got irritated immediately because she hated how she was being messed with. She had a rather rough morning and she didn't do anything else that would ruin her mood. "That was unnecessary." She shook her head in disbelief and sighed. "Resuming song mode" the home assistant called out. Jasmine fumed and ordered for it to stop. "Siri, stop playing." She ordered immediately. "Arhh!" She yelled in frustration. She hated how the caller ruined her day.

She had the papers in her hand which meant she hadn’t turned him down immediately. “Hey,” alex said, looking quizzically at ben. “ alex, this is Jasmine . She’s considering coming on board as your new undercover specialist,” ben said, even though he knew damn well alex knew who she was and was well aware of the job offer. “You set with that?” she asked him, and I knew she was testing him and judging his response. “Hell yes,” alex said, shaking her hand. “Wait, I thought she was a no-go. Isn’t that what Tom said?” Baine asked Tarron loud enough for Jasmine to hear.

She only planted traces. --- Meanwhile, at the main branch office, Christopher ended a call with an impatient expression. “Who is that woman?” he asked his assistant. “Jasmine,” the assistant replied hesitantly. “She’s registered as a partner representative.” Christopher frowned. “Partner of whom?” The assistant swallowed. “Central data.” The name made Christopher’s jaw tighten. --- Toward noon, Jasmine stepped out of the building. The sky was bright, the wind moving gently. She walked a few steps before her phone vibrated.

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.

Suddenly, from the speaker, SIRI's mechanical voice began to read out messages: "A Mercedes AMG from Downtown asks, 'When can I see you, darling? I really want to see you, baby.'" "Next message: A BMW 5 Series from Suburbia asks, 'Have you decided which bracelet you want? Is this the one?'" "Next message: A Porsche Panamera from Midtown says, 'This brand looks amazing on you.'" Jasmine, Lily, and I exchanged a quick glance, an unspoken understanding passing between us. In our small group chat, Jasmine typed: [She's pretending to be a wealthy, beautiful woman fishing for attention online.] I quickly opened my phone's voice recorder, capturing the entire exchange.