Jasmine Stories Novels & Stories

Jasmine snickered. “What is your demand?” I asked, more curious what she could possibly want. “I want you to kiss me.” She looked right at me as she spoke the words. “You what?” Axel asked. His eyes darted between Jasmine and myself. “That’s right. I want him to kiss me. I could always tell if a man was lying by a kiss. Either kiss me and prove to me that you want me, or my mouth stays shut and I will never tell you what you think you want to know.”

Please reply to me soon. She read all ten messages in one read, it seemed like a small read, Jasmine always loved reading books, books of old, romantic stories. She was a hopeless romantic. A part of her remembered all the fairy tales that she had heard and the ones she wanted to read or to watch them, even to live them.

Giovanni said and Jasmine shook her head with tears. “No… Giovanni, no! I won’t do that. I will never. I am the queen of your pack. How can you think that I will betray our pack?” Jasmine asked and Giovanni looked at her angrily. “Yeah, I never thought you could betray me by stealing my companies projects either. But you did. Just like that, you can do this too.” Giovanni answered and Jasmine shook her head in no.

Her voice was stern as she yelled, "Caleb, I'm Jasmine from the Smith family in Centropolis!" Upon seeing her best friend, Jennifer cried out excitedly, "Jaz! Please save me!" Caleb exploded with anger. "Damn it! Where did these troublemakers come from again, ruining my plans? So what if you're from the Smith family? This is Mirage City, not Centropolis!" But then, upon seeing Jasmine's stunning beauty, his eyes lit up instantly. Another top-notch woman, on par with Jennifer! "You just want women, huh? Let go of my Jen! I'll take her place!" Jasmine shouted, her eyes blazing with anger.

"I'm getting married," Jasmine announced, earning yells from her friends. " Married???" Laurette and Flora have been Jasmine friendssince childhood and they overcame difficulties together. The three musketeers developed the company together and with team work, they were always at the top. "You're getting married? Why? When? Who made that decision for you?" Laurette who's"29" years of age, blonde hair, blue eyes, and a figure eight structure bombarded her with questions.

Jasmine’s POV Zea’s grin hit me before she did. She always knew what to say, and she was always impossible to ignore and impossible to argue with. She dropped her back on the kitchen chair with everything that she needed with her. She had sticky notes on my monitor. She scanned the room, her eyes lit with a particle. Kind of dangerous. That told me that she was too enthusiastic for something like this. “All right,” she said, clapping her hands once. “Tell me everything. I need you to tell me everything that I need to know about him, about Marc and how Tristan comes in the picture. I will then be able to actually make a story out of it.”

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

Apparently, the suitcase Jasmine had brought to ‘spend the night’ with was all part of her friend’s grand plan to get her to “spice it up and cut loose while she was in Vegas.” “I’m going to kill you, Jazz,” she vowed as she frantically searched through her suitcase only to discover more halter tops, ripped jeans, skimpy dresses, and stiletto heels. Luckily for her, she’d brought a dress bag to carry her suits in to keep them from getting wrinkled, so she didn’t have to worry about walking into her nine o’clock meeting tomorrow morning looking like some tacky tramp.

“At least, Jonas didn’t spend your money like the man before him.” “Oh God, you really know how to make me sad, Adrienne..,” Jasmine mumbled between her sobs. Due to Jasmine’s nonstop crying, Adrienne wasn’t able to narrate her own story to Jasmine. She was supposed to share with Jasmine how Carmela Lassiter discovered her secret but she deemed it necessary to comfort her friend first.

And I was lying naked in the billionaire’s bed, dripping with his release, waiting for him to come back and use me again. The door opened and closed. Locked. Damien crossed the room without a word, stripped the sweatpants off, and climbed over me. He was fully hard again, thick and heavy, the head already slick. He didn’t ask. He simply lined up and pushed back into me in one long, relentless stroke until he bottomed out.