Jasmine Joseph Books Novels & Stories

**Jasmine's POV*** I woke up to a sharp pain on my joint, my head spinned from suffocation. When my eyes flew open Justin stood across from me, we were in a different place now. What was going on? “Justin–” I made to stand up but my hands were tied to my back. “Hey, sweetheart. You're awake already?” I grunted. “Easy there, pookie, I need you fresh for the buyers tonight.” He walked towards where I lay and crouched down.

The two girls fished out a towel in Eric’s bag, and they wiped their body dry before they put on another set of clean clothes. “No. we did not think of it that way,” Elise said as she combed her hair by her fingers and regarded brother. “It’s because the high priestess told us about missions. So we thought that our mission started in Te-Mehu and so it would naturally end here in Ta Shemau. It has to be that.” She then searched for some cologne. Perhaps her brother brought some. Then she found her Egyptian history book, The Pharaohs of Ancient Egypt. She frowned and looked at her brother. “Eric, did you bring this purposely?” She waved the book in her brother’s face. “Oh, I didn’t notice I pi

She is a nerdy Omega everyone picked on. He is the bad boy Alpha who hated her. Until fate changed everything. Lily Mittens had always kept her head down, hiding behind books and oversized sweaters, secretly crushing on Joe Wellington, the rude, arrogant future Alpha who never even looked her way. So when the Moon Goddess marks Joe as her fated mate, Lily is excited, but Joe doesn’t want a weak Omega for a Luna. But Lily is no ordinary wolf. She has a power that could change everything but she doesn't know it yet. Will Joe see the real Lily before it’s too late? Will Joe Wellington accept her as his fated mate? Find out in this story!

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I chilled as the vision dissolved. I stood by a small table in an isolated corner of the mansion. I placed an old, creased journal into my hand. I stopped and then opened the book. "What are you reading?" I exclaimed. Tidy writing covered the pages with talk of covenants and hidden treaties. I learned secrets about Jasmine's history with Alex from reading the book. There were hints of vows and black rituals and a hidden encounter that changed it all. And I heard the echo of footsteps. "Jasmine, are you reading memories?" a soft voice called behind me. I turned and looked at a young maid standing behind me with soft eyes. "Yes," I snapped, "I have to know who I am in this body."

Joseph had blown his golden chance, and now, the tables had turned. "Who taught you all this?" Joseph took off his glasses, looking baffled. He, a thirty-year-old grown man, was being lectured by a child? "A book." Jasper beamed, holding up a book titled "The Art of Courting Beautiful Women." Joseph was speechless. "This book is utter nonsense. I’m confiscating it." "It’s not! It’s the key to winning Mom back!" “Confiscated." Joseph snatched the book from Jasper, who muttered in frustration, "You’re so mean, Daddy…"

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CHAPTER 14 Loyalty~ JASMINE VALE I woke up choking on darkness. For a moment, I thought I had gone blind. The room was unfamiliar in the way familiar places become when you wake at the wrong time. My throat felt dry and my head felt heavy. I sat up slowly. My room. The realization came with a strange calm. The bed. The curtains. The faint scent of jasmine I never asked for but somehow always noticed. I dragged a hand down my face and swung my legs over the side of the bed.

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. —

Just to be near here, to see her smile, to smell her sweet smell that ignited my nostrils, I could not imagine being without her for that long. At the moment it was me trying to calm her but in reality, just being near her helped me be calm and not scream in rage at how ridiculous the High Priestess was. The damn circle around the room of another priestess not allowed to move was using the idea of keeping things from the past to the newest level. I remembered how we first met and the idea she had no idea how to defend herself. I started imagining what would happen if another pack attacked this house, fuck all these beautiful wolves would be dead because they couldn’t fight only heal. Then