Jasmine Centina Novels & Stories

And it is beautiful, furnished and decorated to suit the intimacy of the room. And sitting on the plush couch on the other side of the room, was Jasper. And a woman. She is beautiful. Stunning. She is the woman form of Jasper; the perfect specimen. Her hair is long and dark, curling down in subtle waves across her chest, and to her waist. The unfamiliar woman bites her red lips, staring at Jasper with dark, sultry eyes. From what I can see, she leans suggestively on the couch, facing the Alpha of Devotion, who also looks like he is resting casually. They are deep in conversation, and now in this position, I can hear them perfectly.

, Celine said as she quietly walked back to her room. Jasmine looked at her father who was fuming in anger. Though she knew her sister was right this time, she had gone too deep. She already fell in love with Jax. She would do all it takes to get her hands on him. She must be with him. She has to do something about that mate of his that came from nowhere. ***************

I didn't see you in the ceremony hall. "I arrived late.” The woman pushed off the wall and extended her hand. "I'm Jasmine. And I love your dress, the smudged mascara kind of completes the look, actually… gives it that 'tragic bride' aesthetic." Despite everything, I laughed, shaking my head fondly. “I’m Arya Vitale… sorry, I guess it’s De Santis now.” "Ah," Jasmine said, understanding dawning in her eyes. "So you're the poor soul who married Giovanni?"

It was Giovanni. “Zhdan Myshkin.” Camila slapped Giovanni’s arm. “How did you let him get so close to Jasmine?” “Ma’am, we didn’t see him until he had taken the seat.” I reached for Camila. “Stop. It’s not their fault. I think I want that second margarita.” “Jasmine,” Piero said, “I think it’s best if we go back to the penthouse. Contessa can make you a margarita.”

Contessa’s expression softened. “After all,” I said, “she lives here, too.” Contessa gasped for breath and wiped a tear from her cheek. With a nod, she opened the door farther. Sitting on the bed was the girl I recalled from the wedding. She could very well be my sister. I tried to ignore her injuries and concentrate on her flowing red hair and bright blue eyes. Jasmine stood. She was similar in height to Camila, a few inches shorter than I am. Trim and petite. Despite all Dario had said she’d been through, I sensed a strong young woman.

and so, it wasn't just anyone who worked there. Could it be…Flora wondered, that Jasmine had actually gotten a position in such a place? "Jasmine, Romano? Why does that name sound familiar?" people uttered to each other such a thing and the likes. "Oh, I remember. She was a participant in France about three years ago. I think that's where I heard the name from." One person replied to her neighbors who questioned and speculated. "Ah, yes! That's right!" another said, clapping, "Of course, it's her! And here I was trying to think about some kind of majestic individual."

Camila The taste of cold lemonade filled my tastebuds as I gazed over the beach. It has only been a week since we've been in Italy, and it wasn't all that bad. Elijah wasn't a total scum as I thought, but I will never let my guard down. He's a Camorra, I never trust one, except Mira, you can't not trust Mira, she's one in a million and will most definitely fight for your trust.

Jasmine, who is fainted, is carried by Marco to a room, the owner of the house… Alpha Jacques welcomed her. Marco laid Jazzy on a mattress with floral spring patterns. The Alpha waited patiently while Marco sat beside Jazzy and checked her. "This should be the room of my first child, a beautiful girl we have been waiting for." Whispered a woman Marco guessed was Luna Maribeth Romero. A woman with a face and skin similar to Jasmine's, while the hair, nose, and eye color came from the man standing beside her. Alpha Roderick Jacques.

Finrod nodded. The king reached for her hand, kneeled in front of her and kissed her hand, “What is your name?” “My name’s Ellaine.” “Please bless my kingdom, Lady Ellaine.” He really believed her to be some kind of godsend savior. She stood there, motionless. She didn’t know what to do yet the king was still kneeling in front of her. She glanced at Margarette who motioned for her to lay her hands on the king’s head. And she did. “King Erfand, mighty ruler of the centaurs, the Virsathen is in high spirits. I bless you so that your kingdom may continue to prosper and fortify.”

Blessedly, it was just the two of us in this room as she helped me clean up. “Luna,” she called softly. “My name is Jasmine. I am an Omega who has given birth to a son. More than anyone else here, I understand your body condition very well. So, please do not hesitate to call on me anytime when you are in need.” Jasmine, the Omega maid, was the oldest maid in the castle and the longest-serving Alpha William ever since he was a teenager. Explaining why the other Omegas and Betas seemed so respectful to her.