Jasmine Flamesworth Novels & Stories

When they finally crawled ashore, Owen looked at me pitifully and asked if I remembered anything. When I shook my head, disappointment filled his eyes. Still, he said, "It's okay. I'll keep trying to help you remember." He brought me roses every day, saying that they were my favorite flowers. But I didn't care. The sight of that bright red color only made me feel disgusted. He also brought me an embroidered wedding dress, saying that it was a gift from my mentor. Apparently, I had worn it for him once before, and he had been completely captivated.

I had one job. Keep Adrian Vale alive and out of trouble. Not watch him get walked on by a woman who treated him like an accessory. The restaurant was the kind of place that charged three hundred dollars for a steak and still made you feel like you should apologize for existing. I stood two steps behind his chair, black suit, earpiece silent, eyes moving between the exits and the blonde across from him. Her name was Celeste. She had the kind of smile that never reached her eyes.

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.

Meanwhile, the curious netizens dug about Tanvi and found out about Ishaara Valor, "We will not buy the clothes you designed. If we wore them, we would become sluts like you. "You already have the famous men. With your designed clothes, you want all the women to be like you to maintain multiple?" They insulted her every design even before they entered the market. Some people find out about her getting fired from Umbryo Technologies, "She won't even do her work properly and caused great damage. How can she work when she is busy in flirting?" "Who knows with how many men she had flirted in her office?" They attacked her by all means possible. Maahir was frightened by seeing the dark expression

Jasmine’s POV I don’t know how to describe the past two weeks, but they’ve been very eye-opening. I saw all of my worst fears come to life, and I survived. I know my priorities now, and I intend to take them very seriously. I took one final look at the resignation email I typed up, and I hit send. I needed to distance myself from everyone from my past, and working with Damien Carrington would not allow me to do so.

I looked at her… the faint tremor in her hands, the way she stood there anyway, fearless despite everything she's seen and experienced tonight. Damien looked at her too, something unreadable flickering in his gaze before he looked away. The silence stretched until it cracked but it held one truth. She was right. I exhaled slowly, stepping back a fraction. “She’s right,” I muttered. “We’re wasting time.” Damien folded his arms. “You finished?” I ignored the edge in his tone. “For now. But let me just make something clear to you…. if this ever happens again, and I find out you had a hand in it-”

I began to feel some wetness between my legs as I thought of it. “Well done ladies,” I heard Professor Raven’s voice. I opened my eyes and I could see some students had a little flame at their fingertips, the size of a matchstick of fire. “Oh my goodness! Well done, Yasmime!” I turned towards Yolanda who had a larger flame of fire at her fingertip. She cocked her head to the side proudly, a victorious look plastered on her face. “So far, Yolanda has the largest flame. Don’t worry if you didn’t get to ignite a flame yet. With time, you’ll get the hang of it,” Professor Raven remarked.

“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.