Jasmine Flamesworth Novels & Stories

He said. “Hmm…” I hummed as I blushed listening to him. “At that moment I was hit with inspiration and wrote a song about you. It needs more work to reach perfection but do you wanna hear it?” he asked me. “Okay,” I said excitedly. “What’s the title?” I asked him. “It’s called, ‘You are my FLAME’.” He answered with a smile watching me getting all excited. “What does that mean?” “Well, FLAME is an acronym. Each word denotes something.” Grabbing my hand and spreading my fingers with his.

“I almost didn’t recognize you.” “I’m sure,” Jasmine replied briefly. That tone made Florentina flinch slightly. She straightened her shoulders, the cold attitude that had long been her shield returning. “I heard you met Christopher,” she said sharply. “You truly have no shame.” Jasmine looked at her calmly. No anger. No defense. “If you mean a public business event,” she replied, “I was officially invited.” Florentina let out a small, cynical laugh. “Don’t pretend to be classy. You’ve always known how to attract attention.”

I will never let Flame get close to my wife. Flame started going around to each person here to greet them one by one and the first person he greeted was me. The moment Flame got close to me, I looked at Christine. She got even better. Her long red dress and the simple looseness of her short hair are perfect for her and she looks fiercer in her dress. “I’m glad you came to my party, Mr. Yuichi Yamamoto. I hope you don’t forget my face.” I looked at Christine’s waist where Flame’s hand was wrapped around it. Fuck, I want to cut off the hand holding Christine’s waist.

The kind of quiet that tastes like ash on the tongue, like the final flicker of a candle just before the dark floods in. Jasmine walked slowly, her steps bare against the cold stone floor, leaving ghost-prints with every touch. Her body thrummed—not just with the charge of what she’d done, but with what it meant. What it demanded next. She was no longer a shadow in someone else's house. She was a flame in the middle of it. And now everything around her had to decide— Burn, or bow. She rounded the next corner and found the wolves waiting. Four of them.

Hours passed and then an officer came to the cell unlocking it. “Your lawyer is here, Mr Adams.” I stepped out exhausted and furious. In the visiting room I saw Harrison already seated waiting for me. His expression was anxious or troubled, I couldn't place which of them it was. I had barely sat when he said, “Damon this is really bad. She filed a restraining order too and she said she has an eye witness.” “A witness? Who?” He slides his phone on the table towards me. On the screen was a picture of a woman I didn't recognize.

Jessica asks curiously Damon sighs, she really was not going to let him go. Gracie frowns once more and looks at Jessica and says. “She is not a firefighter. She is an EMT. She started working with us a few months ago, so I don’t know her well. I don’t know where she worked before coming to Chicago. She got the job because her uncle is the fire Chief. That is about all I know about her. If you want to know more, you’ll have to ask her best friend Tianna Smith or her Fiancé, the other firefighter, the one Beckett saved Dante Rossi. They’re the only ones she spoke to at the station.”

Saavi had put her full body weight on Dhruv who held her like he was protecting her. "Dhruv," Saavi called him running her index finger on his bicep. "Yes, love." "Why do you call me Ember To My Flame?" she asked remembering when she was about to commit suicide Dhruv stopped her and confessed Saavi was The Ember to his Flame. "Interesting Question, love." Dhruv smiled before asking, "Do you know what Ember is?" Saavi raised her head from his chest and nodded vigorously. She answered her husband as she said, "Yes, a piece of wood or coal that is not burning, but is still red and hot after a fire has died."

~Alpha Maverick~ “Are you sure you don't need anything?” I asked Jasmine for the umpteenth time. She sighed, shaking her head in disapproval. “No, thank you very much, Mav,” Jasmine said, her eyes tired, but still focused on the articles about the Lycan Virus she was reviewing. Even though exhaustion etched itself onto her features, she remained engrossed in her research on the Lycan Virus. I hated seeing her so drained, but I also understood the burning passion that fueled her dedication. The least I could do was support her.

It showed the day Mom and I came back here and finally, it showed the moment of her death. I held Jasmine's hand and my breath as we watched the flames, hoping to see the purple flame. Suddenly the whole fire glowed purple and Jasmine and I fell to our knees in relief. The Witches nodded and smiled as the others looked confused. Mom turned to address the crowd. "The Goddess has shown us with the purple flame that Iris has been found worthy and will be welcomed into the Goddesses presence." Mom explained. Mom, Jasmine and I led the others in the chants and spells to assist Iris on her travels until the flames rendered everything to ash and extinguished. Moments later the ashes floated up into

He held the power to bring a smile to my face when I was going through unbearable pain. It glowed lighter. revealing a pair of eyes, it was also a part of a burning fire. My lower lip trembles from all the emotions consuming me, he was here he was holding me. I couldn't speak and just stared at him. A black wing sparking with an amber glow rested on my forehead and a bright red flower landed on my chest, cracking sparkles around it. I had read about it in the Herbology book. FlammaFlos! It's a powerful plant and the Queen of Faerie guards them. I saw Cassandra but her sight wasn't clear. It's given for a new life.