Jasmine App Novels & Stories

“Please don’t touch me.” Her voice was firm. Clear. The officers hesitated. She turned back to the women. “You’re making a mistake.” They smirked. “Threatening us now?” Jasmine inhaled once—deep, steady. Then she did something she’d read about ten minutes earlier. She smiled. Not sweetly. Confidently. “You’re going to regret this,” she said calmly. She lifted her phone and dialed. One of the women snorted. “What, calling your husband? Who saves their husband as ‘Alex’?”

“You are not gonna believe this, Ashley.” She spoke, tapping on an app with the crescent moon logo. “This is the main evidence you need!” The familiar logo of the app dried the blood coursing through my veins. My face took a haunted look as I gasped. “This is … LuneLight, a dating app. A completely harmless one!” Cassidy smiled proudly. “Yes. Everyone thought that the app made for just ‘fated wolves seeking love under the Moon Goddess’s blessing’ was a matchmaker. But the truth is: it was a front for spying.”