Novelas y relatos de Jasmine Centina

"Hey, Aaron! Did you know this!?" My friend Jasmine was just released from her schedule today. She is a pornstar too, second to someone I admire. She and I never worked together but since we were from the same university and she was my senior who inspired me into this field, I respect her vastly. Jasmine holds a pamphlet in her hand and swings it on my face. Removing the bands of the camera strings from my hand, I hold onto the pamphlet to read it briefly.

The siblings laughed together as they understood the joke while I stood there awkwardly with the brunette who had taken off her glasses now and was staring at me curiously before she turned her blue eyes to Alessandro. “Hello, Alessandro, I'm Jasmine, Niccolo's girlfriend. Niccolo has told me alot about you. It's good to finally meet you and thanks for the jet, it was comfy”. The brunette said, extending a hand to Alessandro who shook it unenthusiastically. He didn't like whoever this was. I didn't either. “Good to see you, Jasmine. I haven't heard many good things about you”. I almost facepalmed. Trust Alessandro to say exactly how he feels without mincing words.

Camille’s brows slowly knitted together as she tapped on the image and zoomed in. Her breath caught. There—clear as day—stood Mirena, her posture calm and composed… while another woman bowed in front of her. Camille frowned more and zoomed further. Her pupils shrank the next second. That woman… Wasn’t that Madam Jasmine Sloan?! Owner of multiple prestigious opera houses. A woman known for her arrogance, her iron standards, her refusal to bow to anyone. And she was bowing… to Mirena? Camille’s frown deepened, turning sharp.

Jasmine was a guest at Celeste's birthday party, yet she wore heavy makeup and revealing clothes. And on top of that, she was behaving like a socialite too. It was clear that she was trying to upstage Celeste. "She's the daughter of Griffin Tuscan. Her mother is Magdalena Schubert." Since it was rare for Celeste to ask questions, Tomas naturally shared everything he knew. "I heard that she and Magdalena suffered a huge loss at the medicinal herb wholesale market yesterday.

Jasmine really doesn't have any idea who that man was! All she thought earlier was, he was the thief who made her exhausted from chasing him, but it turns out that she was wrong! "Which country are you from that you do not even know, Mr. Colton Olivares?!" Jasmine's ear rang when she heard the name, Colton Olivares. This time, she slowly lifted her head and looked at Senior Officer Cua and spoke," W-Who?" she asked with her knitted brows, "Colton Olivares," Senior Officer Cua repeated, " Mr. Olivares is an influential man, the heir of Wellness Internationals Pharma," he said.

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

"Now, why would I do that? I'm..." "I know who you are." And so did Lucas, at least from the many editions of the school paper and the year books. Jasmine Harinakshi was her name and was shorter than Lucas, probably in the same range as Natasha and as her name suggests, she was an Indian-born American whose English was so perfect that they was almost no telling whether she was Asian. However, all that said, Jasmine was still true to her culture which was evidenced by the tiny red smudge she always had on her forehead.

Their gazes moved from my face to Sebastian, then dropped to the hand he still had at my waist. “Jasmine.” The woman’s voice came from the left side of the hall. Zenna Romano broke away from a group of board members before they could finish whatever they were saying. She wore a simply cut navy gown and a delicate necklace that probably cost as much as a school building. Her black hair was swept into a neat bun. A tablet rested in her left hand, and she wore the expression of someone who had already solved twelve problems since the afternoon. The moment her eyes found my face, that expression disappeared.

“The bullshit about men throwing millions of euros just to own a submissive for a month?” Seraphina chuckled. “It’s as real as it gets. And, Jasmine, trust me—this is the highest level of legitimacy you’ll ever find.” “How do you know about…” Jasmine hesitated. Her eyes flickered around the room with a flicker of disgust. “About all this?” Seraphina smirked, throwing a hand in the air. “I do research, Jas. I am not one to bore around with creepy insurance lifestyle.” Jasmine rolled her eyes at Sera’s indirect tease. She straightened her posture, but the nagging discomfort in her chest refused to settle.

Amaria replied. “ Hold on. No, Amaria, no. You want to expose the Queen, are you out of your mind? This person you're talking about is the Queen of Ashmael and the Luna of the most powerful pack in werewolf history, The Moonstone pack. She clearly has a lot of supporters and to be honest Amaria, your plan won't work, you will just get yourself banished completely,” Dove whispered. Amaria glanced at her while she climbed onto her horse and said sternly, “ I know and I don't care, I will still try my best to expose her,” “ Well we will have to try, what she did was a very despicable thing, ” Teresa said and climbed onto Amaria's horse. Elex shrugged, climbed onto his horse and said, “ Even if