Jasmine Joseph Novels & Stories

Although she sounded gentle, there was a hidden meaning laced in her words, piercing through Joseph's conscience. "Yasmine is incredibly strong. She is elegant like you had been when you were young, and she's also many boys' dream girl. After being with her, I found that she is soft-hearted and can also be lovable. She truly is full of surprises," Joseph said in an ambiguous way.

, Celine said as she quietly walked back to her room. Jasmine looked at her father who was fuming in anger. Though she knew her sister was right this time, she had gone too deep. She already fell in love with Jax. She would do all it takes to get her hands on him. She must be with him. She has to do something about that mate of his that came from nowhere. ***************

Jasmine swept into the hall gracefully with her head held high. She was wearing a red cocktail dress and a pair of crystal high heels. Dylan's expression immediately changed. "You're... Ms. Jasmine Smith, the Smith family's new heiress!" "Well, at least you aren't blind," Jasmine sneered coldly. "Besides being the Smith family's heiress, I'm also the deputy general manager of Aerowind Enterprise." Jessica didn't understand the situation, and immediately taunted Jasmine. "Oh, where did this vixen pop out from? How dare you act so arrogantly in front of my husband!"

“They might be scared of you, Oswald, but I’m not!” “You really should be!” Isabelle shook her head and looked very sympathetic. “You just don’t understand do you, Oswald. I’m not just any old member of the Brethren. I’m the main man…if you’ll pardon the expression.” She ran her hands down her body and gave the most horrible leer that Alice had ever seen in her life. David ignored it. David took another step forward and Belinda saw Isabelle lift a foot, as if about to take a step backward. The foot was placed back down on the surface and she knew then that he/she/it had wanted to retreat but didn’t want to lose face.

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. —

Stepping out immediately I texted someone I had blacklisted his number for months now. " Help me!!!" From Josephine. I ran straight to my room, I needed to get the hell out of this house.

Jasmine Delgado, twenty-seven, single, is nearing the completion of her college degree with only a few units left. While her IQ is average, she possesses a wealth of work experience. The speaker is considering her for a personal assistant role in their office, expressing concern for Jerome, who reads Jasmine's mind about files. Jasmine's past work includes being a crew member at fast-food establishments, where she earned the title of most outstanding employee. She then checks the files of Aurora Rivera and discovers that her father is a significant shareholder in their company, holding ten percent of the shares. Impressed by Aurora's humble personality, being an interior designer providing d

Jasmine stared at her reflection in the large mirror, wearing an elegant yet understated black dress. She knew that whatever she wore would always attract attention. She was Jasmine Harold, a figure who always became the center of attention wherever she went. After ensuring her appearance was perfect, Jasmine descended the stairs. Along the way, she encountered Evelyn, her mother. Evelyn gave her the usual indifferent look, making Jasmine feel uncomfortable. That gaze always made her feel like nothing she did was ever important enough for Evelyn. Jasmine often wondered if she was Evelyn's biological daughter or just a child picked up from the streets.

Jasmine. "Hey love, we are going somewhere." Joe said as his men came to assist Jasmine who seemed liveless already, she had gone through different ordeals, from being raped to being tortured all because of some little mafia deal. She was in the middle of the men. She raised her eyes that were heavy and tired. Her back was arched and curved. She didn't know how to react or what to do. Her body had marks and stretches, the torture all ended the night before but they still hurt.