Jasmine Joseph Novels & Stories

“She’s not just Isla’s mother, Damon. She’s…” “An Omega,” I cut in, my tone colder than I intended. “An Omega who should never have been in my bed. An Omega who should have never carried my child. She carried her, and by some miracle, managed to give birth to her. If I am choosing to be merciful for that, for her game, it is because I know that it shouldn’t have happened the way that it did in the first place.”

But even with the sparse privileges, Josephine was having none of it. “My dear Josephine, you need to stop wriggling…” Anita AKA The Mistress wore a crimson latex jumpsuit that molded to her curves like a glove. “Get me out of here!” Josephine screamed into the empty basement but all she got were the echoes of her desperate cries. “Get us out of here!” Anita shrieked along with her like a banshee and dissolved into a fit of maniacal laughter when Josephine stared at her like she’d grown two heads.

She may be young, but she has absolutely no shame! Jasmine completely broke down after hearing me trample all over her dignity like this. "I didn't! I never did! You're lying! You're lying!" Riley tightly hugged the frantic Jasmine, tears still streaming down her face. "I must have been completely blind to have married a monster like you in the past! Isn't it bad enough that you got your own son killed? You have to go and cause the death of our daughter now too?" The crowd around us broke into murmurs at once and began pressing her for more details. Riley then wiped the tears from her eyes and spoke shakily.

Jayce sighed. And I covered my mouth with my hand, trying my best to hide my laughter. “Sorry, but the scene of Laim sucking on your nipples…., is,” I couldn’t even complete my words and started laughing again. “Very funny,” Jayce added, annoyed. “Yes, very funny... But tell me what you were doing topless, with Liam lying on your chest,” I asked. Jayce sighed, pointing his finger at the stain on his shirt. “Liam vomited here, and I have no choice. But to undress and clean the mess.”

“Emily, no offence, you know nothing. Yeah and that is not all that he is. He is also one of our ruthless killers, who doesn’t think twice before putting his life in danger. You can romanticize him all you want, but the devil wrapped in silk is still the devil.” “Yeah but maybe-“ “No, you can’t be the girl who makes him realize life is worth living and stuff and that killing is bad.” “Why do people always know what I am going to say? Am I really that predictable?” I ask him, almost upset that Jake, who barely knows me is guessing my exact next words. “Yes and trust me you can’t be that person but if you really need to talk to someone you can talk to Mary.” “Mary as in Nathan’s grandmother?”

Jasmine looked younger than her age, thanks to her 5'2 height and her baby face! "Ah, she's my w---" "I'm his assistant!" Jasmine was quick to cut Colton's word before he could say the word "wife," Colton turns his head to Jasmine and he throws her a questioning look but Jasmine just revealed a forced smile. "Didn't you already have Alexis as your assistant?" Maddy asked. "Well, she's---" "I am his assistant's assistant!" Jasmine cut off Colton again. "Oh, I see," Maddy said without an expression on her face.

An elderly but good looking man greeted as he walked over to us. "Good evening Mr. Hudson and happy birthday," Philip replied with a smile. Undoubtedly the celebrant. "Thank you, son, I'm assuming this beautiful young lady beside you is your wife." I smiled at him, "Happy birthday Sir, I'm Giordana Forbes, Philip's wife." He accepted my outstretched hand. "Babe I'd like you to meet Mr. Denver Hudson my mentor and business partner, Mr. Hudson like she said, this is Giordana Forbes, my beautiful wife."

I reply. For the first time in a while, Luna Jasmine speaks to her husband, “We have to try Sam; if we can bring her back, we have to try,” she says softly. “I know Jaz, but I don’t want my sister hurt either,” he replies. Drake jumps in, “I promise, if I am not her mate, I will leave peacefully. I just know I can’t go through my life not knowing,” he says almost sounding helpless.

Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter. Glaring back at Mrs Angela, Daisy's countenance changes from happiness to a mixture of concern and bewilderment. "No, I'm Wade's fiancée," Daisy said, her voice laced with trepidation. "You…my son's fiancée?…aren't you his Secretary at the office?" "Yes, I am ma." Daisy Hunter replied, her gaze intent on Mrs Angela. Staring askance at Daisy, Mrs Angela's gaze was laced with venom. "This can't be." Mrs Angela said as she flung the door shut at Daisy's face.

"Mrs. Jasmine is taking a shower now, she will be with you shortly. In the meantime, what should I offer you, ma'am?" "A little quantity of whiskey will do." She returned quickly with a bottle of whiskey and an empty silver tumbler." "It's good for the weather." She said. "What's your name please?" "I'm Lisa by name." She smiled and walked out of the living room. "Look who I have here," Jasmine said running in to meet me, and in the process, she fell the silver tumbler from the table. It crashed on the floor and broke into many pieces. "Oops!" I whispered in fear. "Your husband's?..."