Jasmine Stories Novels & Stories

Jasmine could feel her soul leave her body. “I don’t want to talk about it.” Jamie gasped dramatically. “OH MY GOD, SOMETHING DID HAPPEN.” “Jamie—no.” “Jasmine, YES. Your ears get red when you lie.” Jasmine clutched her bag tighter. “Jamie, can I just come with you to wherever you’re going? it's boring being a fake trophy wife” Jamie hesitated, looking genuinely torn. “Ugh. I don’t want to. This is personal.”

I held my breath as a young guy of about 25 years old walked in “Did you guys really have dinner without me, I told Devin I was going to be a little late and that y’all should wait for me” The guy said while wiping his face with a rag Amelia handed out to him. “You are looking healthier and better” he said to me “That’s Mich, he sometimes acts like he’s the boss around here” the wolf that sat next to me whispered to me As we looked on, Amelia and the guy called Mich approached us at the fire. “Why don’t we start with the pretty lady tells us her name”, I heard Mich say “My name is Jasmine Brooke and I was betrayed by the one who called me his mate, he also killed the one i took as my father.

Jasmine noticed that Kiara’s attention was drifting. She took the opportunity, grabbed Kiara’s leg, and made her fall. Jasmine hadn’t received any combat training, but she knew how to act smartly. As Kiara fell, Jasmine grabbed the pistol from her hand. “You… you can’t kill me!” Kiara warned her in fear. Jasmine rebuked her, “When you can think of ending my world, then I can take your life too. I am now the wife of Mafia King Eric Varghese.”

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.

Jasmine is not a gentle woman. Since she dared to cause trouble here, it proves that she is not a coward. She questioned Tom, she wanted to find an exact answer. However, her anger could not reduce the coldness in Tom's eyes. While Jasmine was walking towards Tom and holding Tom's collar, Tom quickly pushed her out. Jasmine was pushed by Tom and she fell to the ground. Although Tom pushed Jasmine very gently, she pretended to scream and cry to attract the reporter's attention, she said.

Jasmine, who had been listening to the story with rapt attention, her breath hitching at every new line, was unable to take it anymore because it sounded too familiar to be just a story, as she cut her off. “Stop,” she whispered, “Justine… stop,” she was struggling to breathe now, “Why.. why is this story sounding so famil….” But Justine pressed on, more tears streaming uncontrollably from her eyes now, “The friend, ‘A’ spiked his drink after luring him to the bar she was working at and told him his girlfriend was waiting. Instead, she seduced him and made sure they ended up in a room together. She then told her friend that she was pregnant with his child about a month later, even though it

Danzell replied before leaving the room, leaving Jasmine alone with her thoughts. With trembling hands, Jasmine opened the phone. Her fingers shook as she scrolled through various news articles. Her eyes widened as she saw so many negative news about herself. Each headline felt like a stab to the heart. Big brands that once proudly worked with her, now disappointed and withdrawing their support. Her name tarnished, associated with endless scandals involving Lucas.

She planned for everything except for one thing. She didn't see that coming. That night, under the embrace of the full moon, her rejection from me as her chosen mate and my future Luna was broadcast live. That news flash covered the entire three months of grieving for losing our future queen. Jasmine almost took her life. She couldn't stand the daily embarrassment and humiliation she got from the werewolves around her. She was always an arrogant spoiled brat who got everything she wanted in life, leaving Jaque the second-hand, overused, and thrown-away stuff to choose from.

Jasmine moaned as the cock slowly filled her while lowering herself onto it, "Yes, Mistress, I'm your slut teacher, your pet teacher, and your whore author." "I think this will be a good story, don't you think?" Dana asked, watching the beautiful woman's facial expressions as the cock filled her. "Fuck, yes," Jasmine moaned, the eight inch cock now completely in her cunt. "Fuck, yes, you will write the story; or fuck, yes, the cock is deep in your slut box?" Dana asked to clarify. "Both," Jasmine whimpered, as she began to slowly move up and down on the plastic cock, her eyes closed.

"Are you done letting a woman who literally stole another person's husband dictate your value?" ​"Jasmine, you don't understand how it felt to hear..." ​"No, you don't understand!" Jasmine cut me off, her voice booming in the quiet room. She dropped back down to her knees, grabbing my face between her hands so forcefully I had no choice but to look right into her eyes. "Aurora, listen to me very carefully. You are sitting on this floor crying over the words of a woman who had to fake a pregnancy and stage a fall just to get a man to notice her!"