Jasmine Flamesworth Novels & Stories

Oblivious to his mood, Ella cozied up and latched onto his arm as she cooed, "I knew you'd see sense, Simon. You can't just flip-flop on something as big as marriage." Her face lit up with excitement as she tugged him inside. "See, I tossed out all of that girl's junk. There's not a thing left. She had it coming, treating you like that. She deserves to be left with nothing." Simon's anger erupted, and he shook off her grip. "How dare you?!" He bolted to our bedroom, burst through the door, and found it wiped clean of my existence. Even the half-used bottle of shower gel by the tub was gone. He loved its scent on me, and I had never switched it since.

You thought you could erase me? Watch me etch my name in every breath you take. I am not soft. I am not sweet. I am not yours. I am fire. And fire never begs to be seen.

I would then greet him with a warm kiss to ease his fatigue from that day's work. But today, my gaze was fixed on his coat. I had gifted him that coat last month. In the news broadcast earlier, Kaden wore this black coat while holding hands with Gwendolyn Crawford. The two of them stood closely together like they were the couple of the year. The Flarian media had touted them as the "perfect match" while congratulating the Zacariases and the Crawfords for this joyful union. But when I refreshed the page, all these posts disappeared in the next moment.

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 eye the smashed bowl and remnants of a ceaser salad on the floor at the young chefs feet. “Sorry Alpha, I wasn’t watching where I was going. I walked into the back of Chef Zeke and the bowl slipped out of my hands” I nod. “Happens to the best of us” I eye Zeke and raise an eyebrow. He is well aware that scare tactics is not how I run things around here or in the pack. I might have the final say but I like to think my pack follow my lead with some level of freedom rather than being dictated. He turns away from my gaze, clear that my unspoken message was heard. As I turn to head back to the front door I am suddenly hit by the most delicious smell. A mix of vanilla and rose hits my nose and m

"Sir, I sent the investigator, it's her!" Inside the luxurious Rolls Royce, the noble man nonchalantly glanced out the window. A group of female students talking and laughing while talking was coming from afar, standing out among them was a tall, slender girl with a very beautiful face with big blue eyes and chestnut hair. smooth. She wears a light yellow dress, holding a large stack of books in her arms. "Is it her?" The car door was lowered, Liam lowered his cigarette and narrowed his eyes at "prey" with undisguised hatred.

She wanted to join the Medicine Pavilion and become a disciple there. Under the stunned gazes of the watchful crowd, the woman casually waved her hand, and a ball of flames materialized in her palm. It was a purple flame, which raised the temperature of its surroundings when it appeared. “What fire is this?” “I don’t know. I’ve never seen such a thing.” “Though I don’t know what that is, I know it must be something extraordinary.” The surrounding alchemists could not tell what sort of flame it was. Only a single person recognized it immediately, and that person was Myrddin. He stared at the flames in the woman’s palm and gasped in disbelief. “The Ice-Damson Holy Fire?”

she said in awe. Cara dropped the black ink and then focused her attention on the book. “It says here that the white fire is called the Mystical flames and that any protector who steps inside it without being worthy will be burnt by it.” “It searches for the one worthy enough to carry the powers it beholds. Many have tried thinking they were worthy but they have all failed and therefore killed.” “What happens when the mystical flames find the worthy one?” Amelia asked curiously. “No one knows as the worthy one has ever been found,” Cara answered. “Everyone that went into the fire died as if they weren’t worthy.”

Enola couldn’t hold it back again, not to the extent of being called a whore. “See who’s calling someone a whore, a snatcher like you prowling round looking for dicks”, she bounced back as her own anger raged. With anger and resentment, she collected Ekaris phone as it was very obvious that the lady Bruno made out with was Michelle because she wore the same dress as it was in the video. “Ok, let’s put an end to all this shit, you guys should come and see for yourself”, she said as she started playing the video.