Jasmine Novels & Stories

"She's a woman. A feminine name, so it suits her." Ariel was the one that spoke next. "At least you know the name and thank you but we already know that it suits her. So steer clear and there are some warnings we don't give twice. "Yeah, I'm aware you already know about her," Arturo stated but stopped talking. He tossed some of the nuts on the table inside his mouth and then continued. "Jasmines are always hot. Like Jasmine oil, they are always sleek, inviting to touch, and very, very, very lickable…"

She clapped her hands as if she was pleased, "His grandfather really has eyes." My cheeks heated when I understood what she meant. "I'm Yekatherina, but you can call me Yeka. It's nice to finally have another female apart from Anya," she said and held out her hand. "Rosaline, but you can call me Rose," I shook it. "That's great. I'm Alexei's close friend and his assassin," she said with pride. She was beautiful with her straight blonde hair and bottle green eyes. She was slim and tall, taller than me.

Fat tears streamed down Jasmine's face as she struggled to find her voice. "Mom, please," she pleaded, but her mother seemed deaf to her daughter's distress. I glanced at Xavier, hoping he would step in, but he stood silently, watching with a pained expression. Noah's earlier words echoed in my mind—should he reject his mate if her mother didn't approve? Finally, Jasmine took a deep breath, her voice trembling but determined. "I, Jasmine Williams, reject... Volan Si as... my mate," she declared, her words faltering but clear. There was a moment of stunned silence. Even I couldn't hide my surprise.

Damien said, his voice sounding incredibly soft yet terrifyingly hollow. The woman swallowed hard, her small hands clutching the edge of her dark robes as she tried to maintain her composure under his intense scrutiny. "My name is Jasmine, Alpha Damien, and I have served the secret order as the primary scribe for the last twelve seasons," she answered, her voice trembling slightly with an underlying fear that she could not entirely conceal.

"Ugh, I am so embarrassed." "No you aren't," Christine counters firmly. "You are a fierce, fiery female wolf. You take what your body desires from males and you don't apologize for it. Now tell us!" Jasmine lifts her head slowly, her cheeks flushed crimson. "Obviously, my core medium is moonstone, and our assignment was to carve a piece depicting The Unattainable Peak." "Okay..." I say, completely unsure where this is heading. "So," Jasmine says, gently rocking the baby, "I chose to sculpt the raw female climax."

“How lucky you must be. Barely in here a month and already you’ve given him what none of us ever could. A child.” Her tone turned brittle at the end jealousy dripping through every syllable. Jasmine rose gracefully from her seat circling me like a predator sizing up prey. She smelled of roses and smoke a heady mixture that made my stomach churn. Ughhewww! She stopped in front of me tilting her head. “Tell me Arielle, does it feel good? To be so unworthy yet so useful?” she murmured drawing out my name as though it were an insult. “I don’t need to feel good about anything. Least of all you.” I glared at her my chin tilting up the way it had when Kael had stood

Damian froze mid-turn, spine going rigid like someone had yanked a chain straight through him. Rian, oblivious to the landmine he’d just stepped on, kept going with the easy confidence of a man who thought he was helping. Rian continued, oblivious, “—and there was something else mixed in. Rain, I think.” “What,” Damian said—low, guttural, a stripped-down thing. “What did you say?” Rian blinked. “I—uh—jasmine? I caught it in the chamber when we came in.” Damian took a step forward like a predator scent-tracking through fog, eyes dark and glassy. “Jasmine,” he repeated, each syllable carved with disbelief and something far more da

"… Yes, ma'am?" "It'S JASMINE! JASMINE! I LEFT WRITTEN INSTRUCTIONS, IN BOLD, UNDERLINED, THAT I WANTED THE NEROLI AND CAVIAR ONE! THE JASMINE ONE GIVES ME A HORRIBLE RASH! DO YOU WANT ME TO LEAVE HERE LOOKING LIKE A BELL PEPPER? IS THAT IT?" "But ma'am, the neroli one is out of stock, we–" "OUT OF STOCK? OUT OF STOCK? WHAT IS THIS, A DOWNTOWN SPA? I PAY FIVE THOUSAND A MONTH TO HAVE NO SHORTAGES! GET THE OWNER! NOW!"

There was laughter in his voice, but he didn’t tease her. “Fine. I’m going to talk to Jasmine before this tutor shows up. I want to see how she’s doing.” She wanted to get away from his laughing eyes, too. He was getting to her. *** “This charmer thing is so stupid. It’s not like I need a six-wolf guard everywhere I go,” Jasmine muttered as she picked berries from the bushes and tossed them in the basket at her feet. The orange fruit had a distinctly floral aroma, and Wiley had agreed they reminded her agreeably of roses. The warm breeze was filled with the delicious scent of fruit and the fresh cut grass underfoot. If she’d act

her wet hazel brown colored hairs were let loose behind her back while she was busy stirring something in small cooking pan that smelled like herbal soup… She turned to me hearing my voice but then again diverted her attention back to her cooking “What are you preparing” I questioned walking inside congested looking kitchen “A herbal soup…. it will help Petro to recover from his Poison that is caused by wine.. in his wounds” Jasmine replied and quickly added all slices of water chestnut in soup and kept stirring it on low heat… “ why are you adding water chest nut?” I further questioned her “It works as repellent against poison….” Ja