Jasmine Disney Novels & Stories

Jasmine swept into the hall gracefully with her head held high. She was wearing a red cocktail dress and a pair of crystal high heels. Dylan's expression immediately changed. "You're... Ms. Jasmine Smith, the Smith family's new heiress!" "Well, at least you aren't blind," Jasmine sneered coldly. "Besides being the Smith family's heiress, I'm also the deputy general manager of Aerowind Enterprise." Jessica didn't understand the situation, and immediately taunted Jasmine. "Oh, where did this vixen pop out from? How dare you act so arrogantly in front of my husband!"

THREE MONTHS LATER ARIETTA'S POV "So it's rainbow and princess themed?" I asked Rosé, my 10yrs old client, and she nodded. "Yeah, more like a Disney themed kind of party." "Ooh, I like that so let's talk about your outfit. I'm thinking more of a ball gown or what Disney princess do you love most?" "Um..I love Princess Jasmine from Aladdin." She said and I hummed, writing down all the important information in my notepad.

“What are you guys gonna wear to the formal?” Jasmine pushed her black shades up, Korean-punk bob sharp as a blade, makeup cut with goth precision. “I saw this gorgeous two-piece online last night.” Lisa’s spine straightened. Last year someone had copied her dress and she’d held a grudge like religion. Her eyes thinned. “What colour?” “Amber,” Jasmine said carefully. “Doubt you’d like it…” She looked away. Deflect, survive. Lisa’s voice sharpened. “What was the brand?”

"Jasmine, be reasonable. You have always been the one who understands so why are you acting up now? Ava needs this chance. She has the look for the company events. You know how these things work in business. Appearances matter." I didn't know what to say so I just scoffed. Diana could not stay quiet. "Appearances? Jasmine is the talent behind Lancaster. Her designs made it pop. Clients loved her vision for plus-sized lines too. She celebrates bodies like hers. Not hides them. You all made her feel like she had to hide."

I wasn't interested in anything he had to say besides listening to my conditions. "Safe to say that we need to have a reintroduction Mr. Blackwood. My name is Jasmine, it's nice to meet you." I reintroduced myself.

When she was near me, and her hand was about to touch my chest, I immediately brushed it away, causing her to snort. Jasmine let out a long sigh, her eyes leering seductively. She chuckled, "In fact, if we team up, we can become a big pack that is so dangerous." Yes, of course, that was true. Jasmine's pack and the White Moon pack would be an inevitably deadly combination. We would probably be the biggest and control every kind of business in the market. Jasmine leaned closer and whispered something in my ear. "I want to be second." She kept her distance and winked sensually. This woman is hard to stop and will not want to be stopped.

"A client like no other." She sighed and grabbed her bags, her mind had been clogged with thoughts and with so many ideas. She wanted to run out of it and actually leave it all alone but who was she kidding? Jasmine was dressed in a long dark red jumpsuit with polka dots and butterflies. She wore her favourite low heel and added some rings to the touch. Her designer bag cost her three thousand dollars. It was her birthday gift to herself. One of the ways she fell in love with herself was dressing up like she already owned the job or like she already got all she needed.

Her gaze cut to Roger, sharp as a blade. "...then step down. Come close. And beg." No one moved. Jasmine dropped her arms. And walked out of the arena with her hips swaying like a weapon sheathed in satin. She didn’t need chains to be dangerous. She was the seduction. The bite. The blood they feared. And the Queen they couldn't stop dreaming of.

“Let’s see what Prince Charming picked out.” Inside were several outfits — elegant, understated, but expensive enough to make Jasmine’s hands tremble. They settled on a soft cream blouse tucked into high-waisted trousers and matching heels. Jamie insisted on light makeup — “soft but lethal” — and curled her hair into loose waves. When Jasmine finally looked in the mirror, she barely recognized herself. She looked composed. Polished. Like someone who belonged to a different world. Jamie whistled. “He’s not ready.” Jasmine smiled faintly. “Neither am I.” pretending to faint and they both broke out laughing again.

Dylan passes his passport on the desk, they woman gave him a charming smile, he just casually nodded, not in any mood for flirting, his phone still on his ear, "Where to sir?" She asked. Just as he was about to answer her, another voice came in through his phone, "Detective Jones?" The voice sounded familiar, way too familiar, "Who is this?" Dylan slid himself out of line, leaving the lady on the counter confused, "It's me, Jasmine." Dylan took the phone off his ear, looked at it for a couple of seconds as if it was surreal, then he looked around his environment to be sure he was safe to talk to her,