Jasmine Centina Novels & Stories

#HAREM_OF_LUST 🔞 #Chapter__11 🐪🐪🐪🐪🐪🐪🐪🐪 🐪🐪🐪🐪🐪🐪 🐪🐪🐪🐪 🐪🐪🐪 🐪🐪 🐪 #JASMINE Never in my life, not even for once did I think that my life would change in some certain mysterious way..

“And let’s not ignore the leaked contracts, client list issues, and internal breach rumors. Are we really still blaming all of that on Jasmine?” Martin glanced toward Rina, just once—but Kimberly caught it. And that was it. Her restraint snapped. “You want someone to blame?” Kimberly hissed. “Fine. Blame Rina.” All heads turned. Rina blinked. “I said quietly,” Kimberly continued, rising from her seat. “Real name—Caterina Luzzatto. You all know her as Rina. The sweet little intern we hired six months ago.” “Kimberly—” Martin warned under his breath.

“Wait a minute. No one’s here yet, so relax.” I clicked my tongue and continued looking around. She was finally done getting the fruits, and we were now on our way back to our room, but when we turned around, Jasmine was standing over us. Camille is a short woman, standing at only 5’0 tall, while I had an average height of 5’5. Jasmine, on the other hand, stood at 5’11 tall, so she towered over us. In addition to that, she was also wearing heels. Her aura was enough to intimidate me. Camille was still unfazed by my side, eating fruits.

Jasmine's voice immediately becomes tense. During this time, she also feels something wrong with Lucien. They met only twice, and he was distracted from time to time. It was obvious that he was out of his mind. "Miss Harris, Mr. Gray seems to be very close to a woman named Nina recently." "Nina?" How is the name so familiar? Jasmine immediately asks, "Is it such a woman who is about 1.63 meters tall, with a oval face, medium long hair, fair skin, thin figure and particularly bright eyes?" How does Jasmine know? Linda is curious, "Miss Harris, do you know her?"

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

With this, he slumped into his bed with a glass of wine in his hands. Finally, he was getting a little change of scenery. ************ Jasmine was an eighteen years old girl in her final year at a private high school in the city of Buea: Our Lady of Mount Carmel. Being a two of four children, the girl had grown to live by the norms by which she was raised. Her mother, a widow, was a strict pediatrician who spared her children no wrong doing. It was for this reason that her first son Jasper was a science professor in Boston, living a good, honest and happy life with his white wife and son.

gesturing towards the source of the jasmine aroma. The warden replied, "Oh, that's where we're detaining the spy from last night." Caesar's countenance became solemn, and he strode resolutely towards the origin of the jasmine scent. He could hear the soft weeping of a familiar voice. In the dimly illuminated cell, he found a fragile Omega woman seated on the floor, her chestnut hair and eyes shimmering in the darkness. Her white garments were insufficient to cloak her form, and the refreshing fragrance of jasmine was entirely out of place in the foul dungeon. She was secured with weighty shackles about her neck, wrists, and ankles, and her dainty frame appeared burdened by chains.

Bruno queued the footage, and my jaw automatically tightened as I watched. Jasmine’s car was driving steadily down the slick road. A red sedan was trailing her. It overtook, fast, aggressive, and then looped back, cutting her off. The footage froze on the plate number. Bruno enlarged it until the digits bled across the screen. “We tracked it,” Bruno said. “Belongs to a woman named Joanne Dolce, married to Arnold Grey.” The name thudded through me. Joanne. The ex-best friend Jasmine had told me about. Betrayer. Parasite.

Definitely not who she was looking for. Just when she was about to pass the sixth name, she paused and the name aloud: "D. Reyes — Event Support, contracted through Vine Entertainment's hospitality division." She paused for a minute before jumping to her feet abd running back to the bedroom. She pulled the second journal from beneath the floorboard panel she'd created during her first week in the apartment, turned to a section and traced her finger against each word.

He did not pay much attention to the woman. Ellena retracted her gaze and felt Chloe bump into her arm. She turned to look at Chloe and Chloe pointed at her phone. In the next moment, she received a message from Chloe. "That woman is called Jasmine Harris, a friend of Camilla’s from overseas. Her parents are some government dignitaries. Her family background is fairly decent. Camilla wants to make a match between Edward and Jasmine." Jasmine Harris. Ellena repeated this name in her heart. Her name was quite nice.