Jasmine Evil Persona Mga Nobela at Kwento

I explained. "No! You are trying to get rid of me" she yelled aggressively. "You have to trust me Jasmine. For this to work" I pleased reaching for her hands. "What do you want to know? Who I killed? Why I murdered him? Why it has to be me? It's fate" She wept. "Tell me" I insisted. She sat down calmly and heaved sadly. "I am an Omega" She said looking into my eyes, trying to get my reaction, "You are not mad?" She added.

Politicians, heirs, actresses, and businessmen blending together beneath luxury and fake smiles. A beautiful cage. Her chest tightened slightly. Because she remembered dying here. Not physically. Emotionally. This was where the story first decided she was the villain. “Elena.” Her spine stiffened immediately. That voice. Low. Controlled. Cold enough to freeze the room around it. Cassian Arden. He stood near the staircase dressed entirely in black, one hand tucked into his pocket while nobles circled him carefully like satellites around a dangerous planet. Beautiful. Untouchable.

Damien said, his voice sounding incredibly soft yet terrifyingly hollow. The woman swallowed hard, her small hands clutching the edge of her dark robes as she tried to maintain her composure under his intense scrutiny. "My name is Jasmine, Alpha Damien, and I have served the secret order as the primary scribe for the last twelve seasons," she answered, her voice trembling slightly with an underlying fear that she could not entirely conceal.

“I don’t give a shit.” Darius blocked the path. “King Riven ordered everyone to stand down until he speaks to you.” “He can order whatever the fuck he wants.” “Kade.” Jasmine’s voice dropped. “Stop and think. She left that mark on purpose. She wanted you to find it.” I turned on her. “You think I don’t know that?” “Then why run straight into another trap?” “Because I’m done playing her games.” Darius stepped closer. “You’re not thinking clearly. That woman just walked out of a locked Citadel with three fighters and a fire big enough to light the sky. She’s not some random rogue. And that symbol……”

They cursed her memory, cursed her line, and wiped her presence from the pack records as if she were a plague. I pause, looking down at my hands— hands that are whole, unburned, but trembling. "And because her blood ran in my veins, every single drop of that foul reputation was poured directly onto my shoulders." I was no longer the quiet girl who brewed chamomile for sleepless pups. Overnight, I became the villainess’s spawn. I was the child of the shameless woman who tried to steal Captain Rosante. Whenever I walked down the paths, the elders sneered, shielding their children as if my very presence were contagious.

Jasmine’s POV~ I didn’t know what living was until I saw someone made to replace me. She did not hesitate when the override protocol activated. She didn’t scream. Didn’t struggle. She accepted it. As if the command had been waiting there all along, under her skin. And now … she regarded me as if I were a lie. “You’re not my enemy,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady, though my hands shook at my side. Vira cocked her head, the gold light in her veins throbbing like a second pulse.

Jeniva puffed the smoke of her cigarette into her face again and laughed hysterically “did I go through all these efforts just to come here and untie you?” She inquired and bursted into laughter again. She was acting evil and her eyes were emitting fierce bitterness and hatred. She(Isabella) was scared. She tried to unite herself, putting all her efforts to it but Jeniva came closer and said “how about I help you” And slashed her cheeks with a knife. She screamed and shivered. Blood was gushing and that instant,she knew evil was about to befall her.

She whispered, intending to make it a joke and ease the seriousness in the atmosphere. "I am not a good guy Jasmine. I need you to know this much about me. I have done really shitty things that I am not proud of, I have cut corners and even though it is not right I have tried to quell evil with more evil. But that is the only way." His eyes smouldered with fierce passion. "I have killed so many people, I have lost count and I will do so again without hesitating if it means I get to stop people more disgusting than I am." Her breath hitched, as his words were confirmation that he won't think twice about bashing her head with a bullet, he won't remember that he had once emptied his heart to he

I untied the rope of the gown I wore and slipped it down my body, shivering as cold air from outside brushed against my bare skin. "I don't think I have seen anyone ready to sacrifice their life for the one they love. This has shown me how selfish I am," she muttered, her head bent down. I sighed and shuffled across the wooden floor to the place she sat. I cupped my hand in hers and rubbed her cold hand, staring keenly into her eyes. "You are a good person, Jasmine," I said. She shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. "I am not. I am an evil person. I… I am despised for that reason," she said in a quivering voice, tears streaming down her face.

I retaliated with a swift turn, hitting her chest with enough force to make her stumble back slightly. Without giving her time to recover, I pressed forward. We traded blows, me deflecting her claws and her dodging my kicks. The air around us whirled with the force of our strikes. Jasmine attacked from the left, her claws lunging at me. I blocked with my elbow, then spun quickly, landing a solid kick to her ribs. She staggered but recovered quickly, turning back to me with a fierce glare. It was clear now—this fight wasn’t ending anytime soon. Jasmine was obsessed with taking me down, her desire for Easton blinding her to the futility of her actions. She would do anything, right or wrong, to