Jasmine Flamesworth Novels & Stories

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."

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.

Ember is dressed in fire-forged armor, standing over my chained body. “You were always too soft, Bastion.” She says. “Too foolish and self-centered to see what I really needed.” The same man stands behind her, arms folded, looking like a muscle-bound god. “You want me to kill him, Flame?” She smiles “No. let him rot. He was never worth my time.” The vision faded and I screamed, not out loud, my dry throat couldn’t handle it. But inside, where it counts. Where she wants it to hurt.

She didn’t even seem to be taking a breath. He caught that finger in his hand before it went flying up his nose. Sweet tingles and flames ran up both their arms at the touch. Her mouth finally stopped moving as she gaze stared at my hand clasping hers. She had to feel that. He’ll, see that. Keegan had heard the mate bond could create tingles of the skin when emotions were high, but he had never heard anyone mention sparking flames before. That had to do something with her. The flames weren’t burning us. Just running over our skin. Her mouth hung open as she finally looked up into my eyes.

I had just thought that I had fallen asleep. Even if that one dragon tried to protect me, I still fear and hate seeing them. It scarred me, but why? That wasn’t for protection, was it? Ugh! My mind won’t shutoff. I decided to go to the kitchen and brew some tea. Tea has always helped calm my nerves. As I reach for my usual Jasmine tea, a box catches my eye. It is Jasmine tea mixed with butterfly pea flowers. I think I will try it, because anything with Jasmine in it must be good. After I put the kettle on, I get out my favorite mug. It has a quote on it that I have always found comforting: ‘It is during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light,’ by Aristotle.

She glanced at the fountain first before she looked at Theo. "I wanted to show you this special and sacred place in hopes that you will understand me and the way we live, even just for a little." Theo said with all seriousness. Maddie just nodded to urge him to continue. "This flame was revived when the war from a long time ago was put to an end. Since then, this flame was not on the verge of dying out." "Wait." Maddie even put her hand up to stop Theo from speaking. "What does the war have to do with the flame? Is the war about putting water in it?" Maddie was serious but Theo chuckled on her question which made her brows knot.

The questions. It didn’t. The marks on my palm stayed. Door #2. Soon. I stared at those words until the water ran cold. Until the steam cleared and I saw myself in the mirror. Not the same Jasmine who went to sleep at midnight. Not the girl who used to laugh too loud or forget her charger or eat cereal at 2 a.m. This Jasmine looked… hollow. Like she was waiting for something that might not ever come back. —

“I won, you know. I got you to grovel, and you didn’t even put up a fight. Pathetic.” I kept my eyes on the screen, clicking through to Evosphere’s website. My jaw tightened as I scrolled, and there she was, Jasmine Dane, smiling in a sleek corporate headshot on a promotional poster for their financial division. Her name was printed in bold beneath, Senior Financial Advisor. My pulse quickened.