Jasmine Guy 90s Novels & Stories

He gestures to the open door, letting Asher move through first and then Dani, before he follows them in. Leo leads the group through a beautiful apartment, to a luxurious lounge room, where Jace is reclining on a couch, reading a book. “Jace, look alive. We have company.” Jace looks up in surprise, with his reading glasses low on his nose but still looking the exact same as he did five years ago. Just as handsome as ever, as was Leo. When Jace sees her, he smiles widely. Dani is flattered that they remembered her from all those years ago.

Caspian added. Jasmine tapped me. “Excuse me lady. I asked you a question.” “Oh, right! Jasper over there is your mate,” I informed. She scowled while my boyfriend chose to hide his laugh with a cough. “Real subtle babe.” I glared at him while Jasper was eyeing me like I’m insane. “You’re so random.” “Thank you?” I said unsurely. “Oh, he is so right! You suck at breaking news to people. What the hell is a mate? Is it like a soulmate?” Jasmine asked.

"Leticia—" "You heard her." Lucas turned to James. His body leaned forward slightly, elegant and predatory at once. His voice was low, but the pressure in it chilled the air. "James Colombo. You had nine chances to keep her by your side. You wasted all nine. Now she is beside me. And I will tell you this: I will spend my life treating her well because she is Leticia. She is my Principessa. She is my Donna. He paused, and the faint, dangerous curve of his smile fully appeared.

“I’ve had enough of this! Are you really getting jealous over a patient? That’s not so gentlemanly of you.” She turned to leave, but not before grabbing the boxed tiramisu on the way out. I stood there, staring at the unfinished steak on the table. It was medium rare and sprinkled with black pepper—her favorite. The server approached, voice timid. “Sir… would you like that to-go?” I shook my head, pulling out my wallet. “No. I’m done.” On the walk home, the wind stung my eyes. Under the dim glow of the streetlight, I saw a new post on Joseph’s Instagram. It was a photo of him in his hospital bed, holding the tiramisu.

Jasmine repeated, "you really are from the island." "I'm your English slut, your French whore, your teenage dream," Dana declared, even though she was in her early twenties. Jasmine continued fucking her teenage dream, yet another fantasy of hers was becoming a reality. Although she was mostly submissive and a born pleaser, once in a while she fantasized of domming a young girl, disciplining a student who had pissed her off. Imagining Jenna, an eighteen year old student from last semester who was a pain in the ass submitting to her had occurred a few times and now Jasmine had her own teenager to dominate. These thoughts had Jasmine thrusting hard and deep into her slut's ass, each deep forwa

Jasmine was waiting for that time and so was Stefen. *** Jasmine was doing her work when a lady at her late twenties came to her. "Jasmine, could you go to the store room and bring few old files from there." Elli asked Jasmine. She was an employee there and Jasmine was just an intern, so without any hesitation she agreed to it. Elli gave Jasmine a paper that had the description of files written. Storage room was just a floor down, so Jasmine decided to take the stairs. She was going down the stairs and on the other side the elevator door opened and the person whom no one had expected to see walked out of the elevator wearing a red suit.

The resemblance between us is faint a certain curve of the jaw, the shape of the brow but it is there. Jasmine was only sixteen when my father raped her. She was a waitress at a high-profile party, tricked into wearing a slutty uniform and serving men who thought they owned the world. My father was the worst of them. He forced himself on her, and when she got pregnant, she was thrown out by her family.

“Trust me, it’s not boring anymore.” “Uh-oh.” Tia’s tone sharpened instantly. “What did you do?” Jasmine hesitated. “You promise not to freak out?” “Oh, hell no,” Tia said. “You don’t start a sentence like that unless you’ve done something worth freaking out over. Spill.” Jasmine chewed her lip, then sighed. “Okay. So… you know my brother’s best friend? The firefighter guy?” “Tall, broody, looks like a walking thirst trap in uniform? Yeah, the one you said was ‘way too serious to be hot.’”

he is wearing a navy blue suit which fits him like a glove and showing his broad shoulders, flat stomach and giving him a powerful aura. I am drooling at the man candy sitting there not knowing that every woman in the cafe is undressing him with their eyes. I am brought back from my daze by my colleague jasmine. She is an Asian with small eyes and a cute little button nose, brown hair, and a petite figure. We all call her Jaz and she is an overly cheerful and kind girl. She is in high school and working here to pay her fees and bills. " stop drooling Scarlett you are ruining your shirt with your drool," Jaz said standing beside me. I immediately tried to wipe my chin to remove drool but to m

A: What are you doing now? J: Watching a movie A: Cool, what movie? J: The kissing booth A Eww, that chick flick. It’s so girly J: it’s not so girly dumbass A: It is juju, why don’t you watch something fun or crazy instead. J: like what? Jasmine suggested we watched it and I love it. It’s a great movie arch. A: who’s Jasmine? My face scrunched up in a frown at his ignorance and i suddenly realized that Jasmine was right about them only being nice to her because of me.