Novel & Cerita Jasmine Flamesworth

He thought. Reaching into the pocket of her leather duster, Jasmine pulled out a small flask and screwed off the lid. "Elfy was kind enough to donate his blood to our cause." Never the sharpest tool in the shed, Francisco scowled in confusion. "Not that I’m opposed to draining the nasty elf, but what good is his blood?" Jasmine waved the flask beneath his nose. "Such a poignant, fruity scent. Quite unique. " "Yeah, Victoria's Secret should bottle it for her spring collection."

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.”

She stood about 6'2", her hair blown out in a shapely natural with an Afro pick resting off to the side. Instead of the standard yellow WH smock, she was dressed in skin draped denim bejeweled with sequins and a pair of calf high boots with pimp heels. "Foxy Brown?" "Yep, you're the first," she replied as she poured that first cup of coffee smiling at me. "I thought that no one was gonna get it; you made my day." I smiled back at her, my mind thinking of her warm and wet place. I shook off those thoughts and concentrated on the steaming liquid in front of me. "My name is Jasmine and I'll come back when you're ready to order." As she walked away, my heart dropped through my stomach and ended

Trigger Warnings 18+ ONLY This collection contains explicit sexual content including: Graphic MM sex scenes BDSM dynamics Dubious consent Power exchange Rough sex Possessive/dominant behavior Strong language Reader discretion is strongly advised. A collection of stories about men who want more... Strangers in dark clubs, rivals who can't keep their hands off each other, alphas and Omegas bound by something older than either of them, two men who've been circling each other for years finally giving in. Every story stands alone. Every story burns differently. Some are quick and dirty, some take their time. Some are about the first time, and some are about the last

With a final flourish, she extinguished the flames, leaving only a faint wisp of smoke in their wake. Elara, the newcomer with the Celestial Flames, stepped forward next. Her presence commanded attention, and her eyes burned with a fierce intensity. "My power is the Celestial Flames," she said, her voice ringing with authority. "These flames are imbued with celestial energy, capable of healing and destruction."

his grandfather said to him. “What do you mean?” Alexander asked, leaning against the iron bars that served as a railing set for the balcony. “Carlos watched his mother die and she was killed by a burning flame wolf. She was a witch and the burning flame wolf has accused her of using dark magic to manipulate and control the regular wolves. As the leader of the burning flame wolves, she was entitled to take justice into her own hands and she did. Of course, not directly. Instead, she attacked the palace and killed her. Carlos watched her bleed out to death. So this is personal for him. It is all about revenge” his grandfather said to him.

Hours later, alarms screamed through the co‍mpound, information reaching us that one of⁠ our ship was engulf‍ed in flames,⁠ tearing apart at th⁠e d‌ocks with me‍n screaming, metal warping and wate‍r sw‌allo‍wing‍ bodies. This was definitely the Fa‌lcone‍s, I stood before the screens, watching the inferno w‌ith a cal⁠m that felt a⁠lmo⁠st holy. They ha‌d no idea, no idea their d‍aughter was al‌ready inside my walls and they w‌ere just declaring war‍ over a ghost‌. I ret‍urned t‌o he‍r r‌oom long after midni⁠ght⁠. Smoke still clung to my clothes and blood sta⁠ined my c‍uffs. She sat upright th‍e second I ent⁠ered “What happened?”

Florence reprimanded Jasmine, she was supposed to make sure the king liked her, not make him angry “Aunt… that girl… she… she turned into something ugly… she was bleeding and… I didn't touch her, I swear,” Jasmine defended herself. She only wanted to scare Elina just like she did when they were young, but who knew Elina would turn into that “You can't harm her… are you insane…stop fooling around, or the consequences will be fatal,” Florence spat out through gritted teeth, lowering her voice so that no one heard her. Jasmine didn't understand a word she said. Why couldn't she harm Elina

The flames of jealousy burned fiercely. Jasmine was so pissed off that she unconsciously raised her voice, instantly shattering her grace. "Her reputation in Bayridge is totally ruined! She has had so many men before. Who knows if she's suffering from any dirty diseases? Aren't you afraid of ruining your own reputation by keeping this woman!" Her words entered the ears of the man who had just entered through the door. As Christopher put down the hand he used to lift the curtain, his body was exuding freezing hostility and his face was gloomy.

"Hey, Aaron! Did you know this!?" My friend Jasmine was just released from her schedule today. She is a pornstar too, second to someone I admire. She and I never worked together but since we were from the same university and she was my senior who inspired me into this field, I respect her vastly. Jasmine holds a pamphlet in her hand and swings it on my face. Removing the bands of the camera strings from my hand, I hold onto the pamphlet to read it briefly.