Jasmine Flamesworth Novels & Stories

Flora went into the room and set the camera, she glanced at Jasmine with disgust for the last time and then left, the next thing she wants to hear now is the sound of her downfall. "Mr please don't do this to me." Jasmine pleaded with the guy but he was not even listening to her. He was already pulling his cloth. She dug her nails into her body even though she was starting to bleed she didn't mind, it was the only way to stay conscious. She was in so much pain, her entire body was burning up and she was feeling a burning sensation in between her legs. She can't hold on anymore and she doesn't want to give up either. Why in the world would they do this to her?

A/N :- The 'Flames of Obsessiveness second series' consists of 10 books, including three stand-alone novels. You can explore my profile for the three Stand-Alone books from the second series. This second series continues the stories of the children of the Kashyap, Grey, Miller, Rathore, and Khanna from the 'Waves of Possessiveness first series'. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ •Book 1) His BLIND REVENGE Tropes :-

Now that she causes drama after drama, how can she survive all the judgment people cast against her? HIS FRACTURED FLAME (Book II of HFF series) Since the day Araulla lost the most valuable person in her life, the fire that urges to revenge ignites. As her hatred grows deeper, the desire for departing the lives of every Houstons consumed her. She's filled with fury, grief, and vengeance against Catherine Houston, as she plots her downfall for Edward's justice. Araulla's eldest brother, Hansel, conspires with William, creating a better force in taking down their enemies. When all concealed truth starts spilling out, how can they recover from all the aches the world cast against them?

Mia: “Maybe the universe is trying to warn her.” Felicia: “Or maybe someone lacks coordination.” Barbara sighed. “Honestly, this night…” Alex pushed back his chair slightly, ready to go after Jasmine --- Inside the Bathroom Jasmine stood at the sink, scrubbing at the stain with shaking hands. “Seriously,” she muttered under her breath, “why is wine always spilled on me? Am I cursed?” She sighed, dabbing at the stubborn red mark. she splashes some of the running water on her face, letting everything that just happened sink in. it was all a bit much, a bit overwhelming, first an arranged marriage, then a contract and now a battlefield instead of a family.

She finally understood why her mother would lose so badly against this woman! “Jasmine, how dare you insult my girlfriend?! I won’t forgive you!” Flint said icily, “A rich young lady like you comes to a place like this every day. How much do you think the share price of Jones Group will drop if I expose the photos of you pestering a man to the reporters?” “Flint, you are so cruel.” Jasmine blinked forlornly. She was a rich young lady who had never suffered, but she was being threatened by her first love at that very moment, and she could not bear it.

She thinks she’s in control. That’s the beauty of it. I smirked to myself darkly, letting out a sinister smile. Jasmine struts across my penthouse like she owns the place, eyes sharp, mouth sharper. She pours herself a drink without asking. She never does. That’s her game. She believes she’s the fire. But even fire doesn’t know who struck the match. “You’ll hit Drake where it hurts,” she says, sipping whiskey like it’s victory. “His pride. His career. His perfect fucking image.”

What then had gotten into her, he wondered? Who was this woman looking at him with eyes full of steel? She stepped onto the stage and reached for the microphone. It felt cold in her fingers. Her heart pounded once. Twice. Then suddenly, a memory flashed in her head. Her mother lay pale in the hospital bed. The unpaid bills. The threat of prison Flora had almost pushed her into. This wasn’t just about pride anymore. This was survival. "Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I am Jasmine Romano and the perfumer of Roodles. And the perfume Jamio was created by me."

How she'd seen him last, she wished, if only she could go back, it would have been a moment she would remember for the remainder of her life. Jasmine took a shaky breath as more tears assaulted her. She swayed on her spot. It was really hot. She was getting light headed. She needed water because her throat was starting to feel very dry. She stumbled back slightly as her vision started failed her. It was really hot. Her head started noe to heavy instead. The flames were drawing near, almost as if they were teasing her. She could have swore they were laughing at her, mocking her. Jasmine looked towards the entrance of the cell, it was covered in smoke but: Was that a figure she saw? Whether it

Jasmine adjusted the stray hair on her forehead to the accurate position, and proudly said, "She suffers from extremely severe allergies and surviving a day in this city is a miracle! Doc. Frost is treating her as a research subject! So, I will treat her as a research subject too!" After Jasmine finished speaking, she turned and walked away with a flip of her body. Frost entered the consultation room and the experts from various departments began reporting the results of the thief's CT scan and several feasible surgical options.

She was hoping for him to say something, but he never did. "I guess you're right," Ahankara smiled back, before sighing. "That's just how fate works." She looked at Yashvir with tender eyes and a soft smile. "Flames, no matter how dangerous, always seem to be drawn towards roses." - - - - - -