Jasmine Evil Persona Novels & Stories

Why did I get close to her in the first place? This is exactly what I mean. She deserves someone so so so much better than. I'm not a good person, I'm not worthy of someone as precious as Jasmine. "Just fucking talk to me." She swore. She cursed and Jasmine hardly ever curses aside from calling me an asshole and I don't know if 'hell' necessarily counts as a curse. "I told you I'm not going anywhere so here is me holding that promise." I literally winced at the sound of her soft yet broken voice. I wanted to cry. Yes, I, Zac Miller wanted to cry.

The heat inside his body makes him feel like he is in a fire. The eyes that were brown a moment ago just turned a shade of golden color with the people rising in size. The hand of Daisuke that was touching his thigh the shiver rises up in between his legs. -Kiss the Villain Spend the night with the Villain itself 12 seconds left 'What in the name of the hell two options? Both of them are the shitsz' (If you fail the mission you will die at the hands of your father!) "WAAAATTTT" Koishi hisses clutching his hand into a tight fist of Daisuke rope pulling it down off from his shoulder.

I tilt my head to the side, taking in every inch of her, every blemish on her face, the beauty mark on her right cheek, the different shades of her hair, from the light brown to the chocolate brown tone Her dark orbs meet mine and as soon as they do she averts her gaze back to her empty glass of wine. "So Damon, what position will Jasmine be working as? " Tom's voice brought me out of my daze but I didn't let it show. "Personal assistant, I've been needing one for quite a while now" I swirl the red liquor in my glass before downing it in one go, allowing the burning liquid slide down my dry throat. I watch from the corner of my eye as Jasmine's dove eyes state at me, her gaze drops and her c

{System Booting… 3% 45% 79% 100% Welcome to The 'Villainess Justice System'} A robotic voice thundered loudly across the area, announcing its presence. "Nnngh...Shut it….Shut it now!" The once stark figure from which the dark energy was absorbed from, seemed to have life as it yelled in a domineering tone with its gaze on the white floor. "Noisy." It muttered. Resulting from dark matter being taken away from it, the figure now appeared to be a woman. She possessed long dark, flowing hair with the top part tied into a bun with a blue feathered ribbon. Holding a sword dripping with fresh blood, her whole body was also drenched in another person's blood, possibly a victim as her body harboured

I know it is not just because of jealousy because my instinct is telling me there is something more. One day, as I was walking in the garden, I saw the princess having a little tea time by herself. As if someone possessed my body, I hastily grabbed the water sprinkler that the gardener used and pointed it towards the lady. As the water soaked her skin, her eyes grew wide and something unexpected came out from her dress. It was a black tail. My eyes widened as I whispered the words in horror, "She's a siren."

Colton did not even bother to tell the truth to that woman! Jasmine put down the cup violently which created the sound, "Plak!" She's pissed off! 'That woman is bullying me and Colton did not even do something to stop her!' she rambled inside as she took the sugar container, however, her hand stopped mid-air as if an idea came up into her mind! 'Why not?' Jasmine said inside as her eyes lit up and she revealed an evil smile as she took another container. She opened it and started scooping its content, and put it into the cup of coffee.

"Two colors are well suited for you, Lady Seraphina. A red dress is good during the day. And a black one during the night to emphasize the beauty of your body." My lips curve into a smile. I loved the idea. "Very well, young lady. Tell me your name?" "Jasmine," she responded, bowing her head. "Alright, Jasmine. I like how different you are from the rest. From now on, you'll be the head of these fools." Jasmine was happy to hear it. I tapped her shoulders. "Alright, I don't need any of you. Leave." The omegas showed respect, bowed to me, and left. Jasmine was the last one to exit the room. She smiled at me, her expression a silent promise of loyalty. I nodded in acknowledgment.

"I knew I should never have helped you guys." Evena told the two of them. "It's not like you were forced to lie." Lavender told him. "Jayden practically emotionally blackmailed me to lie now Ryder is mad at me, he has never been mad at me before." Evena said. Lavender rolled his eyes, "Welcome to the club." "Who is that girl? That one that came in just now." Evena asked. "She is a prisoner." Jayden told him.

Enoch’s POV “Debtor?” I doubted in mock disbelief. Leave her premises? “What are you talking about now?” I demanded. First, Jasmine had claimed she's the CEO of Ives Global Dominion, and now that we've exposed her, she's capping about some debtor? “That.” She pointed past me. I traced her finger and turned. Osei, the Harrington Pavilion manager, was crossing the terrace towards us. Dressed in a fitted charcoal suit, he strided towards us with the unhurried stride of a man carrying information he intended to deliver cleanly regardless of how it landed.

She hauled Damon’s human body out of the water, pinning him against her side as her silver-streaked hair whipped wildly in the rising heat. ​Across the black current, standing on the narrow stone ledge of the drainage pipe, Jasmine had her hand locked onto the primary broadcast switch of the brass-plated transmitter. The harvested sovereign blood inside the silver vial was bubbling at a terrifying speed, its violet-gold energy radiating a frequency that was physically vibrating the stone beneath her feet. Jasmine didn't look at Lord Garrett’s broken form or the advancing obsidian legion; her eyes were locked on Elara, her features twisted into a manic, triumphant smile that exposed the absol