Jasmine Evil Persona Novels & Stories

"What's she doing here?" The group of socialites visibly stiffened when they saw me. Everyone in high society knew about my reputation. I was known for being arrogant, unhinged, and untouchable. I didn't spare them a glance. Instead, I looked down at Vivian, who was soaked from head to toe. The floating comments began racing across my vision. [The villainess is about to lose it! Vivian, run!] [It's over! Quinn saw the male lead trying to save Vivian. She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell!]

Elara's steps slowed without her permission. She knew who he was. Everyone in the kingdom knew who he was. Lord Kael Draven. The Black Villain. The man they said had burned three villages to ash without blinking. The man they said could not be killed, though no one could explain why. Guards spoke of him in low voices. Children were warned never to look him in the eye. And above his head, glowing faintly through the rain, was a number. 0 DAYS. Elara stopped walking entirely.

"Tell me the truth." Jasmine's eyes flashed with defiance, but then she seemed to think better of it. "Fine," she said, her voice dripping with contempt. "I did it. I had your name written in the newspaper alongside mine." I felt a surge of anger run through me, but I tried to keep it in check. "Why?" I asked, my voice low and even. Jasmine's eyes flashed with an evil grin. "Because I wanted to show you that I'm not someone to be underestimated," she said, her voice dripping with venom.

"Ugh, I am so embarrassed." "No you aren't," Christine counters firmly. "You are a fierce, fiery female wolf. You take what your body desires from males and you don't apologize for it. Now tell us!" Jasmine lifts her head slowly, her cheeks flushed crimson. "Obviously, my core medium is moonstone, and our assignment was to carve a piece depicting The Unattainable Peak." "Okay..." I say, completely unsure where this is heading. "So," Jasmine says, gently rocking the baby, "I chose to sculpt the raw female climax."

I will never forgive someone like them! “Just look what she done to my poor and innocent Natasha. Isn’t this enough evidence?! The claw marks?!” she pointed where Nadine had accidentally slashed me earlier while shaking my body desperately, trying to convince the cops that the higher-ups needs to know about it and let the whole world know werewolves exist.

In reality, she was a queen of sarcasm, blunt, very naughty, and had filthy vocabularies full of all kinds of sexual innuendos that could make a monk curse. Jasmine on the other hand was the complete opposite, rough on the edges, wild, a proud bad girl with her dyed purple hair which was as colorful as her personality. Though she was loving, considerate, and motherly on the inside she was also loud, she doesn't give a fuck and would do anything to protect the people she loves. She was a firm believer in breaking the law to suit herself, with her long legs, green eyes, and an hour Glass shape that makes her quite a hot trouble maker, Maya had always felt bland having to live with two people w

Dominic wanted to see documents about his mother. The file contained only a few pieces of paper summarizing details about Lisanna's mother. Her name is Jasmine. A beautiful middle-aged woman, but her beauty has been eroded by alcohol, her current look is very scary and like a corpse. She was very beautiful, but she used too much alcohol, so her mind and face were both unstable.

Jasmine stared at her reflection in the large mirror, wearing an elegant yet understated black dress. She knew that whatever she wore would always attract attention. She was Jasmine Harold, a figure who always became the center of attention wherever she went. After ensuring her appearance was perfect, Jasmine descended the stairs. Along the way, she encountered Evelyn, her mother. Evelyn gave her the usual indifferent look, making Jasmine feel uncomfortable. That gaze always made her feel like nothing she did was ever important enough for Evelyn. Jasmine often wondered if she was Evelyn's biological daughter or just a child picked up from the streets.

" Good girl. Hang with me and you will be fine" On her way out, she pushed Celine to the ground and then threw a paper at her. " Call Me" Céline nodded vigorously coughing while coating the wound on her neck with a handkerchief. Who was this psychopath after Jasmine? For a moment she felt bad for Jasmine, she had so many enemies and one was willing to kill her. ### Listen to ' Those eyes ' by New West After the speeches and taking the elders' blessings. It was time for the first formal dance.

Her eyes were bloodshot, and she swiped a hand across one of them. "Don't fucking look at me like that, PJ!" she lashed out. "It must feel nice to be so fucking perfect all the time! Ooh! I'm Jasmine! I love Artemis and I'm so sweet and innocent. Everyone thinks I saved myself for my mate even though I was going at it with Blake and Luke at the same time." "What!" I screamed.