Jasmine Evil Persona Novels & Stories

The lost treasure Jasmine can't really understand this (A good mind can't really be change to bad totally some goods will still remains) Jasmine didn't go for the sex region She hate the name sex and she can't allow any single man to touch her despite her bad character Her ugly face have be becoming smooth and beautiful She is not ugly anymore but now the opposite of it And for the brain side she is still the smartest in all Expect for the beast (Victor) One day Jasmine is on a hunt and she only carried a pistol with no extra bullet

She shook her eyes after scanning his eyes for a while. He let out an inward sigh of relief. He knew that if there was anything Gemma found iconic about him, it would be his eyes. They were evenly emerald and in her words, unique in a way that drew one in like vortices. He had always had contacts on every time they met since he took on the identity of Livian White. Yet at that moment when she scanned him, it felt as though she was able to see through the disguise. She calmed herself and took a deep breath. "I did see a ghost. Well, not a ghost exactly. More like a demon from my past."

Nana quickly covered her mouth. " Sorry your highness, I got carried away. hehehe." " Is nothing. And beside, am named Zach by the way." " Huh?" " Nothing! You still seem hungry, am going to asked maid to bring more dish for you." Nana: * nodding head really hard.* System assistant: ( Host?! the villainess had never answered in such manner. She always had her head down and looked sad and gloomy as the weather; So what do you think you doing?! The world cousiounesss may detect you, and game end!"

Red, raised scars covered this thing from its arms to it skeletal face. It appeared to be covered in oily brown rags, one small, wrinkled breast exposed. This was the woman in his dream. This was the demon living invisibly among the drifter, the death goddess willing his destruction. Tears welled in Abednego's eyes as he heaved and growled. When the light hit her face, she let out a shrill, high-pitched wail.

“Is Princess Selina with you now? You work for her, right?” “What?” I stared at Jasper incredulously. Was he mistaking me for Becca? Was he toying with me because he thought I was some naïve servant? Wait, if that’s what he thought, how did he know Becca? Was he a spy? A kidnapper? Just who was this guy? “Jasper!” a shrilly, tiny voice called the guy’s name sharply from somewhere and both of us looked at the source. A girl no older than thirteen was charging toward us like a bull. She was tan and had long raven hair tied to a side braid. She had the same eyes and prominent cheekbones as Jasper’s, but a rounder, softer face structure. It’s clear they’re related.

Only a piece of the pool area could be seen. "Lo digo en serio (I'm mean it). Lo que Gael y su dulce esposa le hicieron a esos hombres, a Leonel, a Raymond, a todo el mundo; lo que nos hicieron... (What Gael and his sweet wife have done to these men, to Leonel, to Raymond, to everyone; what they have done to us...) Fue malo, incómodo y feo escuchar a un hombre como Raymond describirse a sí mismo como alguien tan débil (It has been bad, uncomfortable and ugly to hear a young man like Raymond describe himself as someone so weak), que se ha dejado influenciar por una mujer como esa (that he let himself be influenced by a woman like that), cuando sabemos que él no es débil, es la maldad actuando

“I just— I thought William’s wife was someone else. A woman named Elise. At the masquerade party—” “Oh, don’t be silly,” Jasmine said with a cheerful demeanor. “I used a fake French accent. It was a masquerade party, after all. The whole point was to be someone else. And after being blindsided and betrayed by my ex-husband? Well, I quite enjoyed the fantasy.” Martin’s jaw tightened. I could see the sweat beading along his forehead. His hands rubbed his thighs unconsciously. His eyes darted around the room, searching for something to ground him.

One of them had deep grotesque claw marks littered around their face, and the injury was covered in crusty black blood, the skin around the injury was also black. An obvious sign of poison. My chest tightened. When I heard that she had purnished a she wolf, I hadn’t anticipated the severity. Yet, standing there, my mind could not help but admire the girl responsible. Jasmine. She hadn’t waited for me to sanction punishment. She had taken command, enforced respect, and made sure disrespect came at a price. Vera shakingly gets up and walks towards them, taking in their bruised form, she gently cups the face of the disfigured sister.

he threatened, despite being in pain. Jasmine chuckled, "I hate egotistic men like you. You are poor and ugly, yet your ego wouldn't come down a bit. I endured your madness till this moment because I hadn't gotten what I was looking for. But since I got it now, I am going to avenge all the torture you made me go through," she told him, picked the big stick he kept at the side of the bed, and dragged it closer to him. Peterson was terrified as the sound of the stick being dragged on the floor filled the air. Waving his hands, he drifted backward, still touching his dick. "Don't do it. You will regret this, Jasmine. Don't do it," he warned.

The high-definition video began to play. In the video, Jasmine was in a wig, wearing my clothes. She pranced around the villa like a deranged performer. She posed in front of a mirror, mimicking my expressions. Then, her face twisted into something vicious as she cut through the gas pipe. The harsh sound filled the venue through the speakers. The entire room went silent. Everyone stared at the screen with their mouths hanging open, unable to believe what they were seeing. Then her voice boomed through the hall. "Evelyn, go to hell! I'll blow you sky high, and then you won't be able to compete with me for his attention anymore!