Jasmine Flamesworth Novels & Stories

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.

“She’s going to try to burn Drake Industries to the ground.” Evelyn swallowed hard. “Then we’d better build our defense.” That evening, Evelyn sat alone in the townhouse kitchen, watching the flame of a candle flicker against the counter’s edge. The scent of rosemary hung in the air, one of Celeste’s homemade oil blends, delivered in a silver vial with a handwritten note that read: For clarity. You’ll need it soon. She turned the vial over in her fingers. Celeste Drake hadn’t just accepted her and Alexander’s secret marriage. She’d embraced it quiet but powerfully. She was the first person who hadn’t asked Evelyn to prove her worth to belong.

Flame grinned “he’ll be leading the way tomorrow. Stripes obviously saw something in Omen that none of you can.” I watched the smirks turn to scowls. Resentment soon filled the room. “Don’t you think someone else should do it?” the needle woman spoke up, looking me up and down “from what I’ve heard, he’s not exactly…trustworthy.” “He’s not” Flame agreed, turning to me “but he is your key to getting inside. He is not strong, or brave; that is true, but his strengths are elsewhere. He knows Stripes better than anyone here. He knows Eagle as if he were his own Captive. He knows me as if I were his own son. You need someone who isn’t trustworthy. Trustworthy will betray you the moment shit hits

, 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.

Flora went into the room and set the camera, she glanced at Jasmine with disgust for the last time and then left, the next thing she wants to hear now is the sound of her downfall. "Mr please don't do this to me." Jasmine pleaded with the guy but he was not even listening to her. He was already pulling his cloth. She dug her nails into her body even though she was starting to bleed she didn't mind, it was the only way to stay conscious. She was in so much pain, her entire body was burning up and she was feeling a burning sensation in between her legs. She can't hold on anymore and she doesn't want to give up either. Why in the world would they do this to her?

Sometimes I find it hard to believe that I’m actually married to such a handsome and successful man. “As you all must have heard, a new Director of Product Design has been recruited and she’s seated right here with us.” He does a hand gesture towards Jasmine who is smiling politely at us. “Miss Jasmine Bradfords.” Jasmine’s smile grows wider as she looks at us, the team leaders. “It’s such an honor for me to be here. I look forward to working with you all. I hope we work together to create better perfumes and make PHOROMA keep being the global sensation that it is.”