Jasmine Novels & Stories

she said smiling, this woman never frowns! "Alright then ,I'd like to see my mother " I demanded " Go through this door , you would see joan in the garden ask her to lead you there " I went through the door at the kitchen end , I found myself in the biggest garden I've seen all my life , there were many beautiful flowers and fruits , I saw joan with a blue apron tied around her neck , watering a very tender hibiscus plant , the watering can looked almost too big for her .

There has to be a way! Jasmine! Right then, a name hit her head. Of course, Jasmine might be the solution to her problem, Her childhood friend. ****** The Maiden Hotel, also known as Slut delivery.. Jasmine sat on a delicate sofa in a dimly lit room with a cigarette on her left hand serenely going through some files before her. She put the cigarette in her mouth and puffed out a thick cloud of smoke. It wasn't easy maintaining a business of this nature, yet she had committed her whole life to this business and had made a name for herself.

Here, I can take a break from thinking about Xavier for a while. "Yes, but not too far." "Mama, what are these flowers?" Jasmine crouched down in front of a cluster of bushes that grew up around the fence. Its long-pointed leaves and white, tiny star-like blooms gave it an alluring appearance, accompanied by a delicate scent. I kneeled down next to the little girl. "This is Jasmine, just like your name." "It's so pretty!" Her eyes glittered. Shortly after, I found Jasmine trailing behind her sister Rose, who was enthusiastically sharing the names of the flowers. Despite the fact that Rose had only

Jasmine looked away and she grinned. “May I know her name?” “Elena Rouge…” “Hmmm…” “Do you know what her preferred flowers?” Edward sneered. “Flowers? She would prefer a sport motor than a bouquet of flowers.” Ms. Jasmine stopped taking some notes. She inhaled deeply, glaring at him before she turned her head down back to the notes. “She also doesn’t like dolls, puppets, any girly things.” Ms. Jasmine was taking another inhale. “She loves coffee, croissant and dogs.”

Standing up, I moved toward them and leaned into Jasmine to smell her. “You have wolfsbane in your system.” She looked nervous as she lowered her head. “I mixed a little with my alcohol. My hand came around her neck so fast that even Breck hadn’t reacted. He tried to take my hand off her, but I glared at him. As if Breck knew he wouldn’t win against me, he staggered back. “Did you give Stormie any?” I asked Jasmine as I tightened my hold on her neck. “No!” Jasmine shook her head. “I promise! Stormie is pregnant. I just thought it would help give me an extra edge.”

“Well, thank you for the warning.” Aveline grinned. “The pleasure is all mine.” She leaned down, plucking a small white flower from a nearby bush and handing it to me. “Do you know what this is?” I took the delicate bloom in my hand, its petals soft between my fingers. “Jasmine.” “Yes, white jasmine.” She explained. “It represents purity and deep affection. It’s great for calming nerves, which you might need if you are going to survive being married to Xavier.” She joked.

I said quietly, the conversation heightening my strong suspicion that this child was mine. Suddenly, Jasmine quickly turned her attention back to her tower. She grabbed a nearby electronic tablet and tapped on the screen with small, practiced fingers. “Look!” she said, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “I have this app that helps me plan my towers. See, I can design different shapes and see how they fit together before I build them!”

Alpha Ray__ that was his name, she thought silently in her mind as he administered what she guessed to be a dose of paracetamol into her vein. Jasmine looked up to Mira who she guessed was only a few years older than her. She was so beautiful with her red hair that was packed in a more girlish manner compared to Alpha Ray's. She had Jewelry on her left ankle and upper right arm. Jasmine felt inferior as she followed them at their back.

Jasmine returned to her cell, her mind racing with thoughts of Mrs Jane and the mysterious organization that she might be a part of. As she sat on her bed, lost in thought, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her abdomen. It was as if someone had plunged a knife into her gut, and she doubled over in agony. At first, Jasmine thought it might be something she ate, but the pain only intensified. It was a deep, stabbing sensation that seemed to radiate throughout her entire body, leaving her trembling and gasping for air.

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.