Jasmine Flamesworth Novels & Stories

It was rarer than a comet hitting Earth! Joshua's gaze darkened further as he watched Winter. Jasmine's face was flushed as she stood, fuming. "Winter Everhart! Where are your manners? How dare you speak to my mother like that!" "Sit down, Jasmine!" Florence's expression turned frosty. "Look at yourself before you lecture others. You're married now, yet you carry none of the grace of a refined lady. Do you think my house is a place for you to scream and shout?" Jasmine glared at Winter's serene, unruffled face. It only made her seem like a squawking chicken in comparison.

"I know, Jasmine. But what's the need of working a nine-to-five job and in the end, we still get so abused and our rights are not so protected? I quit Jasmine. Avan tried to rape." Irish could hear a gasp coming from Jasmine on the other end. . Irish couldn't afford to work in Fire and Ice anymore. No, not after what happened with Liam Wilder and Avan dei Caprio. She would surely be caught and that was the last thing she wanted on her bucket list of occurrences. "That fucking bastard -" Jasmine went ahead to utter profanities to his name, saying all the violent things she was going to do to Avan if he ever got near enough.

- Death - (Before Lucifer and the team had left Hell) Zach was getting yelled at by a woman in a sports top, and tight black workout pants. "Why the fuck would you use offensive magic indoors?! We literally built an outside arena for that kind of thing. Not to mention your blast of wind almost hit Marcus on the other side of the wall!" The woman yelling was Jasmine. A 5'7" dark-tan Indian woman with thick black hair tied into a ponytail, brown eyes, and an almost bulky muscular build. Jasmine was a Grim, same as Zach, and was often annoyed by her fellow Grim destroying the inside training area.

Ramon The fire has almost died, its embers casting faint orange glows across the room. Jasmine sits on the edge of the bed, her knees pulled to her chest, staring out the window at the moonlit night. She looks so small, so fragile, and yet there’s a fire in her, a strength she doesn’t see in herself. I stay near the door for a moment, watching her, letting her take the space she needs. She doesn’t realize how much I see her, how much I admire the way she keeps going despite the weight she carries.

Jasmine came in after she went to open the door. As Jasmine took in Flora's appearance, she exclaimed, "Wow....you look hot." She was putting on elegant boots that were the perfect size for her, which she wore after she had put on high-waisted trousers that accentuated her shape, and a crop top that revealed her sexy belly Flora smiled. . . . ….

I'm guessing he's the Editor-in-Chief so I stood up and tried to give him a smile. "Rob, this is JV- I mean, Jasmine. She's a Creative writing student. Freshman. Aspires to join the team," Flint said. He's sitting and just looking at us. "Hi," I greeted. I don't know if it's proper but I did offer my hand to shake hands. "You're Jasmine? Arizona? The freshman who got the highest score during the entrance exam?" He asked. His voice was quite loud and that earned the attention of the people in this room. I suddenly felt shy.

She wasn’t buying it. “This is ridiculous, can we just get on with the debrief?” I wanted to ask if they could all leave so I could talk with Alex alone, but I knew I’d catch even more shit if that happened. “Tell us about the culprit.” “ Jasmine,” I said. Liz’s eyes widened in surprise as if she could figure it all out just in the way I said her name. It was unsettling but I ignored her and kept talking. “ Jasmine of Womack, Idaho. She lived with her mother Layla Dubois and two sisters, Sapphire and Sage. By day she worked at their family restaurant Layla Vous and by night she was our firewall breeching vigilante.”

Flameheart dismissed Gunther's worries by praising him. Meanwhile, Ambrosia went back to her lair and started devising a counterattack. "Even if it's the last thing I will do, I am going to strip that puny human of his lofty ego! How dare a lowly creature like Flameheart call me slimy and soulless?" She fumed as she kept pouring different ingredients in a huge cauldron. No one knows what sort of portion she was concocting in such an explosive rage.

I told him smiling and sat inside the car As soon the car started I let my tears flow down that I was holding back there. You are like Flames Aarhan Sheerazi and you are perfectly burning the Rose aka me in ashes every day . Your every action and word burns me a little bit more than it did in the past. It did in the past also now it does. I do not know when I will be able to get immune from you but I hope that will not be too late for me. *************************** Zeenat's pov "Bhabhi jaan what are you doing?" I asked Oorvi Bhabhi jaan who is doing something

, I said, lifting my empty espresso cup like a toast, “I’m Jacque Rhodes. I absolutely would.” I was still basking in the afterglow of a properly delivered threat—Carly’s stunned gasp still echoing in my ears—when the door slammed open with all the subtlety of a wrecking ball. Jasmine. Of course it was. Storming in with that ever-persistent belief that volume equals power. She was dressed like she was walking into a red carpet event, not the boardroom she was fired from two weeks ago. And she had that familiar gleam in her eye—the one that always said, I think I can talk my way out of this.