Jasmine Novels & Stories

Her purple eyes sparkled like gems in the morning light, and he was spellbound, unable to look away. "Good morning, my love," Damien whispered, his lips brushing against her forehead in a gentle kiss. She smiled at him, her beauty shining like the first light of dawn, a beacon that he could not resist. She was his Iris, his rainbow, the one who brought color to his dark world. But their moment was short-lived, interrupted by the sound of their children stirring in the next room.

In a way, the maid loved it because Amelia was finally standing up for herself, but she didn't equally want to get in trouble by just doing everything Amelia says. Letting out another heavy sigh, her hands slowly folding her clothes, showing how shy she was. "My name is Jasmine,” she said with a small smile on her face. "Jasmine" Ivy repeated. The maid smiled and nodded. The fact that someone cared to ask her for her name really made her day. "I would get going now ma'am, you won't want to be late for Miss Emily's party. "Sure, sure, carry on." Jasmine ran out of the room to get Miss Amelia's favo

"She’s... initializing the copy..." ​Across the black water, standing on the narrow stone ledge of the drainage pipe, Jasmine had just completed the connection. The brass-plated transmitter was humming with a dark, corrupted violet frequency, the harvested sovereign blood inside the silver vial bubbling as the signal prepared to broadcast the fraudulent Blackwood ledger to the southern provinces. Jasmine looked across the river at the broken, human form of the husband she had used and the newly awakened Princess who had destroyed her layout, her lips curling into a cold, triumphant smile.

“You’ll need this. It holds dried herbs for energy, a charm for protection, and something else.” She turned toward the back of the house and whistled. A sound like paws padded against the wooden floor, and then, I heard the bark of a dog. “This is Jasmine,” Camellia said. “She’s not an ordinary dog. She was bred by the ancient watchers of the land. She knows the way. She’ll guide you and protect you.” Jasmine came closer and pressed her head gently against my thigh. I reached down to touch her, and a strange warmth ran up my hand and settled into my chest. It wasn’t frightening. It was... grounding.

The court smelled like blood and citrus. Lust layered beneath incense. Power curled in the air, thick and narcotic. Jasmine entered with her hands bare and her throat exposed... not in submission, but provocation. Her dress was a lie in silk—deep crimson, slit to her hip, the fabric soft enough to slide when she moved, cling when she paused. Her mouth was painted the same color as the wine they served her, dark and dripping sin. She didn’t knock. Didn’t wait.

I asked, my voice tight. Queeneth held up her wrist with a proud smile. “Oh, it’s my new perfume! Isn’t it amazing? It’s got jasmine, gardenia, and lily. Cost a fortune.” My throat started to close. Jasmine. I was severely allergic to jasmine. “I—” I took a step back, my hand flying to my throat. “I need to move. I’m allergic—” “Oh, please.” Camilla rolled her eyes. “You’re just trying to get out of this. Keep fanning.”

She yelled as she stared at his message for over ten minutes. ‘hey’ Jeff eventually replied on collecting the phone and she fell to the bed. “What kind of name is Regenade?” Amy said as Jeff fell right beside her. “You used AmaP101 as yours. So dont even talk” He said to her as they both chuckled till he felt a buzz in his hands. Solomon: So who’s AmaP101? :) Amy had snatched the phone turning to her side- AmaP101: Who’s Solomon? And it was then she turned to Jeff. “Cruise” She said, having no idea that she will only soon begin to fall for whom she thought was a guy.

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.

Nikolai /“She’s here,”/ /“I know that, Knight, shut up about it already.”/ Jasmine, peppermint and peaches - these springtime scents have been driving me wild all afternoon. I know it’s my mate; I know it's the one who I rejected, so why can’t I get her out of my head? Didn’t I sever the Mate Bond by rejecting her?

Just as she was about to retort, Jasmine roared again. "What is this bullshit!!! This is rigged! Scam." Jasmine angrily shut the laptop and snorted once, before looking at Ryder who was currently looking like she wanted to cut off her head for mistreating her precious laptop like that. Seeing that she was in a dire situation, Jasmine giggled awkwardly and rushed to change the topic. "So why did you name that guy Midnight?"