Jasmine Flamesworth Novels & Stories

Just what did she see in Christopher Wesley that made her marry him, he wondered. She stared at him for a good half a minute and then exploded like a bottle rocket. “For fuck’s sake, talking to you is impossible! Fucking forget I even came here, because this was the most pointless trip I’ve ever made in the history of fucking forever! And just so you know, you're the worst Detective I've ever met in my life. It's a wonder how you manage to keep your job since the only thing you're good at is making false accusations, and being a shitty person.” He blinked, surprised by her outburst. And turned on—completely, 100 percent rocking a raging hard-on. There was definitely something wrong with that

They fled, living humbly in a quiet village where kindness meant more than crowns. For years, they were happy. Until fate caught up. His betrothed found them, and in her vengeance, she set their new family ablaze. His wife. His child. The parents and siblings who had taken him in. All turned to ash. That was when Aamon gifted the world the Blue Flame—not to destroy, but to free. A fire capable of severing mate bonds, of defying destiny itself. Now, that Flame was Cassandra’s. And her patience was running thin.

“She’s going to try to burn Drake Industries to the ground.” Evelyn swallowed hard. “Then we’d better build our defense.” That evening, Evelyn sat alone in the townhouse kitchen, watching the flame of a candle flicker against the counter’s edge. The scent of rosemary hung in the air, one of Celeste’s homemade oil blends, delivered in a silver vial with a handwritten note that read: For clarity. You’ll need it soon. She turned the vial over in her fingers. Celeste Drake hadn’t just accepted her and Alexander’s secret marriage. She’d embraced it quiet but powerfully. She was the first person who hadn’t asked Evelyn to prove her worth to belong.

Jacob umm— “You can trust me. Jason, remember me? We met a few days ago and if you really want to help Flames, you need to talk to me. How is it looking?” “It’s looking BAD. He was talking a while ago but now—his chest is moving but he’s still losing a lot of blood, what do I do?” “Stay on the line. I’ll get Snakes and hey don’t worry he’s not gonna die. Flames’ built differently than the rest of us, he’ll make it”

Did you not claim to be able to identify my ashes? Jasmine experienced moist eyes while she was driving. She stopped by the side of the road and stroked the tears. “Why am I crying?" She was baffled as to why she was sobbing. She accidentally turned her head to look in the side mirror of the automobile and saw the person she had run into earlier. As she began her engine and started driving, her hand automatically rolled into a fist. ### Jasmine arrived at the address on the card at around seven in the evening. She jumped out of the car with a bunch of flowers in her arms. She had now tucked shades into her hair and draped a cloak around her neck.

Hesitating, she glanced around, noticing a few curious stares from other tables, making her even more uncomfortable. “Mr. Blackstone, I don’t think—” “I wasn’t asking,” he cut her off, gesturing to the chair opposite him. She glanced toward Mr. Whitman, who gave her a subtle nod of approval—or perhaps warning. Swallowing her nerves, Jasmine sat down, her notepad still in her hand as if it could shield her from the intensity of his gaze. Chad leaned forward slightly, his expression unreadable. “You’re Jasmine Withers. Twenty-three years old. You’ve worked here for two years. You’re known for being diligent and… unapproachable.”

a cruel smirk dances on his lips, fuelling my determination to make this the most agonizing experience imaginable. Like peeling a cheese string, I meticulously strip away layer after layer of his skin, relishing in his anguished howls that fill the room. I cannot stop, for I know the suffering that my little wolf has endured tonight. I continue, unrelenting, until only bone and muscle remain. My chest heaves as I summon my flames, watching them consume the remnants of his body, the embers scorching his flesh. A question comes to mind too late. “Why were you thinking about Naomi?” Unable to answer, Jamal has succumbed to the pain, his consciousness slipping away as the flames devour him. The

The wolves that found me also said the village I lived in had been attacked, and everyone there had died; no one was left. Jasmine was one of the first wolves I saw when I opened my eyes. She has short brown hair and large green eyes; Jasmine is tall and curvy, and everything about her is gorgeous. Her large green eyes sparkled with happiness when my wounds started healing. I don't know if I would have made it if she hadn't nursed me back to health; Jasmine never left my side unless Damian demanded her presence. I have worked my ass off since I regained my health and was recently made the rank of Delta in Damian's pack.

[a text message] 466 Greenrose Circle East Elmhurst, Downpour 11730 the basement of the abandoned building I’m waiting here for you. Leave your flat now! The avalanche has moved! He waited with anticipation for the answer from Blaze. He had warned him in advance what he was going to do and couldn’t understand why they hadn't come yet. The silence gaping from his phone was unbearable. Jasmine was lying on the dirty mattress, her hair in dried blood. She was gagged but her eyes were open all the time. On the one hand, she should be grateful for saving her dignity and life, but on the other, she didn’t know what would happen next.

Standing up, I moved toward them and leaned into Jasmine to smell her. “You have wolfsbane in your system.” She looked nervous as she lowered her head. “I mixed a little with my alcohol. My hand came around her neck so fast that even Breck hadn’t reacted. He tried to take my hand off her, but I glared at him. As if Breck knew he wouldn’t win against me, he staggered back. “Did you give Stormie any?” I asked Jasmine as I tightened my hold on her neck. “No!” Jasmine shook her head. “I promise! Stormie is pregnant. I just thought it would help give me an extra edge.”