Jasmine Flamesworth Novels & Stories

I turned back to Julia and gently whispered, "Your wish is my command." Simon's eyes widened in shock, his gaze fixed on me. Nicole, confused, could only pout and let her tears fall. I did not look at Simon. Instead, I gently squeezed Nicole's cheek, coaxing a smile from the little one. Ella's shy smile was directed at me as she said, "Lily, you know how terrified I was. We nearly lost the baby." Ella dabbed at her eyes, the picture of vulnerability. "Simon mentioned your bracelet has healing powers, that you wore it when Nicole was born."

His voice slides through the air, smooth and measured, every syllable sharp as glass. "Since Miss Hart has finally decided to join us, perhaps she can enlighten us on today’s reading." The floor beneath me vanishes. A rustling of paper. The shifting of bodies. A roomful of people waiting—waiting for me to crash and burn. I force my gaze to the board. The words, written in neat, elegant script, stare back at me like they know I’m about to ruin myself. "The plum blossoms wait for spring, enduring the frost in silence."

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

Liam was surprised to see Sylvia quickly take a wet towel and place it on his forehead. "I study Medical school, I know the basic knowledge, practice is not less!" Sylvia looked at Liam hesitantly, needing to take off her shirt to deal with the open wound. Seeming to read Sylvia's mind, Liam smiled slyly. “I took off my shirt myself, you help me clean the wound! What a pity for a medical student like you to be a murderer.” Sylvia frowned in displeasure, something she never did even if she died she wouldn't accept it.

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?”

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.

She gestured to the first symbol: a flame that flickered real fire. 1. Ignisar – God of Fire Bloodline Name: Ignisborn Traits: volatile tempers, enhanced strength, fire conjuration, immunity to flame Signature Magic: combustion spells, wildfire manipulation, soul-heat channeling Trial Weakness: cannot survive underwater realms without aid Whispers filled the room. I scribbled in my notebook so fast my hand cramped. “Many godbloods,” the professor continued, “live unaware of their lineage. But don’t fret.” She offered a knowing smile. “In your third week here, you’ll undergo a blood test to determine your divine origin. The truth will reveal itself, whether you’re ready or not.”

After that brief moment we went our own ways but I was greatly affected. That brief moment had made thing worse for me. At every distance I made, I could guess how his dress smell with the best perfume in the world. His handsome face, tall body and slim physical appearance were all wrapped together in one piece. Then came the boom from his voice that had drained all the breath out of me. I quickly realized that Jim was meant to possess women and had designed his voice to paralyze his women victims just with a mere crack of his voice. I went home totally in chaos. If this man could just manage me with his own voice, how many young women had he killed their souls with frustrations of his voic