Jasmine Joseph Novels & Stories

My name is Asher Smith CEO of Ash group of companies the number one top manufacturing company in New York and all over the country you can call me a mega Billionaire and that is why I don't want to be tied down with b**ches who only comes to me because of my money and how I handle them in bed. The b**ch my step mother brought is not exclusive and will I say she is the worst. I wonder where my stepmother got heard from, who even made her think she can boss over my workers with her so-called title of a fiancee and always wearing skimpy dresses exposing an unattractive boobs thinking I will fall for that, she's not even my type. I picked up my car keys and left the office to the beach the beach

I carefully watched her standing in front of me in a velvet-like clothing, underneath a long black coat with silver wreath trimming. Her eyebrows immediately shoot up upon seeing my anxious face, "You're finally awake. Are you feeling better?" she asked. I nod, swallowing hard, obviously still shaken up after what happened, the images of which are still fresh in my mind, "I think so." "Well, before I explain things to you, I'm Rosina Elleanor Stowne, you can call me Ms. Rose, and I'm the Headmistress of Rozbite Lustro Academy." The name surprisingly didn't elevate the anxiety in my head. "You were badly injured when we saw you that's why we brought you here to be treated."

I hear her say to herself as she is motivating herself not realizing the call is still going. I quickly wake my brother up and point to my phone I think he gets it and I put the call on speaker as I hear her taking deep breaths trying to calm herself down. I show my brother the number he track it while looking into whose it is. It comes back to a nineteen year old Jaymes Tevin Jones. It also shows her location out of the city in the forests. "You say Mark brother's friend?" I ask I hear a small gasp I'm sure she is shocked I'm still on the call. I signal my brother to get ready. He knows to also wake up at least a few more of my guys as I go to my room and get dressed.

Alexander Later that evening, Josephine's sitting cross-legged on the couch, her laptop balanced on her thighs and her hair in a messy bun. She's wearing her college hoodie and those damn booty shorts that accentuate the curves of her nearly exposed ass. She’s all focus and frown lines, scrolling through merger analytics with laser precision. I settle behind her, hands finding her shoulders, kneading gently. “You’re tense.” I work my thumbs along the tight cords in her neck. “You’d be tense too if investors wanted answers from you yesterday,” she mutters, not looking up.

The pain of the cut in my palm morphing into sheer confusion. “You heard me. Jasmine is the new Director of Production of PHOMORA.”

Jasmine picked up her phone, pretending to check the time, and discreetly took a photo of the scene and sent it to Zach. Madelyn turned around and quietly watched Jasmine, who looked mature and professional. Seeing Jasmine again after her rebirth stirred up mixed emotions in Madelyn. Jasmine wasn't just her teacher; she was going to become her stepmother. Out of all Hayson's mistresses, she was the only one who managed to marry into the Jent family.

Her eyes were bloodshot, and she swiped a hand across one of them. "Don't fucking look at me like that, PJ!" she lashed out. "It must feel nice to be so fucking perfect all the time! Ooh! I'm Jasmine! I love Artemis and I'm so sweet and innocent. Everyone thinks I saved myself for my mate even though I was going at it with Blake and Luke at the same time." "What!" I screamed.

I look classy in a sexy way. My blond wavy hair it’s loose on my back and I think I put a little bit too much of make up. But who cares, tonight I am myself, better said my new self. The one who laughs, who flirts, who dances and most of it who pretends that everything is perfect. Yeah that’s me Josephine Jackson and my world is pretty perfect. As I am coming down the stairs I can see Damien’s eyes getting wide open and a smile appears on his face.

Jasmine, who is fainted, is carried by Marco to a room, the owner of the house… Alpha Jacques welcomed her. Marco laid Jazzy on a mattress with floral spring patterns. The Alpha waited patiently while Marco sat beside Jazzy and checked her. "This should be the room of my first child, a beautiful girl we have been waiting for." Whispered a woman Marco guessed was Luna Maribeth Romero. A woman with a face and skin similar to Jasmine's, while the hair, nose, and eye color came from the man standing beside her. Alpha Roderick Jacques.

Justin and Oliver, both thoroughly confused, looked to Lindsay for answers. Lindsay explained, "To put it simply, Jasmine was born because of Joey. This was all arranged from the start. So, right after Joey was born, Jasmine’s mother had a C-section to deliver her, timing it deliberately within the same hour."