Novel & Cerita Jasmine Centina

I gulped down hard as I pushed open the door. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 "I'm really sure about this one Damon, she's a striking beauty, unlike any other you'd ever see, she's really sexy too. There's just something about her that you won't be able to resist I'm sure" I stared at her file and the picture of the girl in here was definitely beautiful, gorgeous even. I read her name out loud "Jasmine Scott" Age: 21 Height: 5'4

I have 20 minutes before she is to meet me there and I want to be ready. As I pull up to the hotel and head to the restaurant elevator, I think back on the conversation earlier with my parents. A new witch will be with us, one who believes that her father is responsible for the missing information that is plaguing us, as well as the pack that Luther and Vivan came from as well. The only issue is that IF she is correct that means Agatha is just being used for whatever reason, and her father Jurian, he is the one we need to be worried about more than anyone else. I shake my head as I exit the elevator making my way to the hostess desk. “Good evening I have a reservation. Mr. Thomas.” The girls

“Nope. But that hasn’t stopped us from hoping that maybe one day it will happen. Wouldn’t it be awesome to be one of the first wolves who is blessed by the moon goddess after our kind has suffered for so long without it?” “Yeah, amazing,” I say, giving her what I hope is a convincing smile as the reality of just how special Kenton’s and my pairing truly is. We are the first of our kind in centuries. It’s a fact that is hard to wrap my head around. “Oh, I hope that I will be blessed enough to find my mate!” Zara giggles, slipping her arm back through mine and continuing towards what I now recognize as the area that I had gone to when I was practicing my magic—the place that I haven’t been abl

I frowned as I stared at the pointed nipples that were visible through the tiny white top she was wearing and then inhaled deeply frowning deeper at the faint scent of arousal. Why..... Aha She was wearing the necklace. "I said who are you and why are you staring at my chest you pervert...eyes up here Romeo," she said, snapping her fingers. "I'm guessing your brothers didn't tell you about me. Go figure.. those bastards" I mumbled and walked closer to her.... She gasped but stood her ground staring into my eyes. "Are you gonna answer my question or do I need to stab you with a knife?" She asked "When did you get here? I wasn't aware that Auntie Anna would bring u over so quickly"

There has to be a way! Jasmine! Right then, a name hit her head. Of course, Jasmine might be the solution to her problem, Her childhood friend. ****** The Maiden Hotel, also known as Slut delivery.. Jasmine sat on a delicate sofa in a dimly lit room with a cigarette on her left hand serenely going through some files before her. She put the cigarette in her mouth and puffed out a thick cloud of smoke. It wasn't easy maintaining a business of this nature, yet she had committed her whole life to this business and had made a name for herself.

Jag finally asked. “Twenty minutes.” Camille replied confidently as she pulled away and looked up at Jag with an excited smile. “I don’t have much here...or anywhere actually.” Camille had come to New York with very little. Sure, Charlotte had helped her out but pretty much everything has been lost on the bombing and so anything Camille did have was donated. Even the crappy phone she currently had was given to her by Kal so she at least had something to allow her to stay in contact with Sid but she couldn’t access any internet services. So, when she said she only needed 20 minutes, she wasn’t exaggerating. Currently, Camille’s life fit into one bag.

Ingrid was a little hesitant to obey her alpha’s order since her health was at stake, and considering the fact that she just returned from a warfare and was supposed to eat healthy foods to help revitalize her system. “Yes, alpha.” Ingrid, who was in no position to question her alpha’s orders quietly replied, and started her way to the kitchen. “On second thoughts, I think I’ll like to have chilate de pollo (a fiery chicken soup) for lunch.” Isabel’s voice halted Ingrid in her tracks. “Still… Don’t forget my bottle of tequila.” She concluded through mind link before heading upstairs. She needed something hot and spicy as her emotions were all over the place. She needed something to keep her

Dana Hamilton, The woman in iron was her nickname when she was in Italy. She had previously lived in California with her family before moving to Italy and now, she was back. She and her husband sat down at the arrivals lounge waiting for Clara. She was a woman of high prestige and a mouth that spat out words like someone drawing a sharp sword from a sheath. She was also a woman of beauty, with her pronounced brown eyes, her orange lips, and dark hair. She was in her fifties but she looked so much younger than other women who were in their fifties. The fact that she had a husband made many men stay away from her.

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

I smile as Jasmine seems shocked. “We didn’t order any wine?” She seems confused. “Jasmine, this is Fernanda, she’s my other cousin. She is Julius’ younger sister.” I watch as they smile as each other and she nods as she hands us our glasses. “Nice to meet you!” Jasmine beams and Fernanda smiles back before leaving to tend to the other guests. “So tell me something about yourself.” I say as we clink glasses. “Well as you may know, I’m a fashion designer. It’s been my profession and passion for eight years now. Your turn.” She was nervous and for some reason, it made me a bit more attracted to her.