Jasmine Joseph Books Novels & Stories

Jasmine chimed in, “As I’ve said, the bookstore has me. You don’t need to worry. And don’t think I’m delicate. At home, the Bucham family treats me like a treasure. They won’t let me do anything. Even when I try to pour myself a glass of water, they’re afraid I’ll burn myself. “I can only catch my breath when I come to the shop. Besides, Josh has arranged for someone to help me. “I only come here occasionally. I’m worried because you’re pregnant.” Serenity was being cared for, and in the same way, she cared for her good friend. Liberty looked at Jasmine’s belly and laughed, “Now I can tell you’re pregnant.” Jasmine also looked down at her belly and said, “Can you tell? I haven’t really felt

Her conscience weighed heavily on her, knowing she was compromising her values. After hanging up, she turned around, intending to resume Donovan's task. However, her attention was drawn to a book on one of the shelves. The title "How to Become a Better Person" caught her attention and piqued her curiosity about its contents. Jasmine stooped down, picked up the book, and walked out of the silent office, finding herself alone in the hallway. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~, As Jasmine continued to move her hips in rhythm to the song, she couldn't escape the unsettling feeling that washed over her. The VIP man in the hotel room wore a devilish smile that made her stomach churn. His lustful eyes

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I chuckled as I recalled her demands that I purchase a pajama set and stop sleeping naked. I didn’t think I was relaxed in front of Jasmine because she was a servant, but I couldn’t be sure. I hoped that wasn’t the reason. I would prefer to think that it was because I found her to be a non-judgmental female who was accustomed to seeing the naked bodies of those she serviced to the extent that she thought nothing of it. As if on cue, the bedroom door crept open and Jasmine popped her head in to see what I was about.

, Rosaline spoke loudly in a cold tone. Liam and Davish were speechless. Mr. James White's eyes hardened at Rosaline's words. “You are a cruel man. Thank God that I told Jasmine (Davish's Nana) everything about my vulnerability and your selfishness, and she helped me to protect Davish from your evil eyes. Jasmine informed Liam about me giving him drugs, and Liam took a considerable step by sending Davish away from the GREY MANSION. I always love my family, my husband, and my children but you always planned to ruin my life by creating havoc in marriage. You ruined my love for Mark. I left him and married Liam on your command but you did not stop there and started targeting Liam. Not only that

She was so scared. "I came to retrieve something." Jasmine didn't mind her emotions at that moment. What he needs is the book, and he must get it as soon as possible. "What is it you are searching for?" Avery asked. "A book." He replied. "You don't need to know the details." He said as he continued searching around. "What's the name of the book, I might have seen it somewhere else." Jasmine stopped. "The book is one of a kind. A popular book which no one –"

The books were a revelation. Jasmine traced the leather scrollwork on a book’s blood red cover, admiring the craftsmanship. The gilt edges of the pages and the gold title winked in her reading light. The Haunt were a people who took pride in their literature and wrote even their histories with passion. No bloodless recitals of bare facts here. She scooted down against her raised pillows, seeking a more comfortable position. It was after midnight, but her mind was too seduced by the glory of Haunt history to give in to slumber. The first book she’d read had barely mentioned charmers, but this one seemed more promising.

His entire body goes rigid in a way I recognize all too well. He's scenting something. Someone. I freeze. My own senses stretch outward, reaching past the damp stone and the rotting straw and the ever-present stench of my own fear. And then, There. Faint. Almost imperceptible. But unmistakable. Jasmine. Honey. Rain on dry earth. June. She's here. Somewhere close. Maybe at the top of the stairs, maybe just outside the dungeon door. But she's here, and she's close enough that both of us, her estranged husband and his imprisoned former mate can feel her presence like a blade between the ribs.

Jasmine offered me a small smile probably as a way of getting me off her back but she didn't realize that I had come to understand her more than she thought "I'm fine. I only found some discrepancies at work today, and I think I might be firing someone. That man was trying to play on my intelligence. Can you imagine that? Sometimes I wonder what these people take us for. Do they think that we do not have brains like them?" She complained but I read her attitude. She was not bothered about the accounts per se. She would fire whoever she wanted without even seeking my opinion. This had to be deeper. "I think you should take a shower while I order some food for you. I wanted to cook but I don't

Saying that with an attitude she walked away with Jasmine. While Josephine was playing with Jasmine one lady came to her. “Josephine, why don't you get married? You were unlucky to have a mate like Alpha Damon. But there are plenty of nice guys out there. Why don't you choose one for yourself?” Josephine forced a smile at her.