Jasmine Stories Novels & Stories

" Jasmine sprang towards her, but before she could reach her, Jade burst into the doorway, looking livid. What's going on?" Jade asked, her eyes wide with incredulity. "She's trying to take him from me!" Jasmine sobbed, her voice breaking from annoyance. "Jayla kissed him, and now she thinks she's won! Jade's gaze flashed to her sisters, and the jealousy that had built inside her, trying to be kept at bay, soured in her stomach. She had tried being cool, tried not to fall into the same trap, but it appear now that things had gotten out of control. She couldn't help it; it was so unfair, for it should have been her lips he kissed, not Jayla's.

"Tell me the truth." Jasmine's eyes flashed with defiance, but then she seemed to think better of it. "Fine," she said, her voice dripping with contempt. "I did it. I had your name written in the newspaper alongside mine." I felt a surge of anger run through me, but I tried to keep it in check. "Why?" I asked, my voice low and even. Jasmine's eyes flashed with an evil grin. "Because I wanted to show you that I'm not someone to be underestimated," she said, her voice dripping with venom.

I explained. "No! You are trying to get rid of me" she yelled aggressively. "You have to trust me Jasmine. For this to work" I pleased reaching for her hands. "What do you want to know? Who I killed? Why I murdered him? Why it has to be me? It's fate" She wept. "Tell me" I insisted. She sat down calmly and heaved sadly. "I am an Omega" She said looking into my eyes, trying to get my reaction, "You are not mad?" She added.

Her face was so glum that she was like, I'm unbelievable. “What are you talking about?“ Her voice was shaken, and she couldn't help but cry, “Earnest, you know I'm in love with someone else. How could you do this to me? I can't believe it. You will disappoint me after promising to help me get back to my lover.“ She hit my chest with her hand, crying as she was pushing me. I can't doubt it; it hurt me so badly. I think it's the best way I can let Jasmine be with her decision.

“So you're telling me you already decided, concluded, and even found someone before you brought it to my notice?” “Now it sounds bad when you say it that way. Look Leon you don’t have to meet her today just relax and take care of yourself.” she said infuriating me further “See ya! Don’t worry I’d do that think you like when I’m back” she placed her hand on my manhood as she gave me a sexy look and walked away. As the weeks went by the only conversation I had with Isabella revolved around surrogacy. I got to find out Isabella was offering Jasmine 150,000 thousand and was instantly filled with displeasure.

Jasmine passed out coffees with military efficiency and started unpacking pastries — croissants, muffins, cinnamon rolls, everything. “So,” she said, eyes sparkling as she looked between Eli and me. “Last night’s dinner version was cute but incomplete. I need the extended cut. After the rooftop proposal, what happened? Did Sebastian cry again? Did Eli get all soft and romantic? Did you two immediately fuck like the world was ending?” Eli nearly choked on his coffee. I laughed hard, face heating up. “There was… crying,” I admitted. “Mostly me. Again.” Jasmine squealed. “I knew it! Sebastian Hale is a romantic crier. Tell me everything. Don’t skip the emotional parts or the dirty parts.”

She’d never dated before, never experienced the messiness of arguments, the frustration of unspoken words, or the bitter taste of being shut out. And yet, here she was, fighting with a man who wasn’t even really hers. Jasmine bit the inside of her cheek, forcing herself to shake it off. It doesn’t matter. This was a job. A paycheck. Nothing more. So why did it bother her so much? With a deep breath, she turned on her heel and walked back toward the retreat, pretending—just like always—that none of this mattered. Jasmine barely had time to react before her feet slid out from under her again.

At that they kissed, this was such a passionate and subtle kiss, then Jaime told her: -Well make the wedding preparations, it will be as you want, where you want, to start with, set a date for the proposal. ... -Yes, if my parents will be very happy. And that's how Jaime and I got married, of course it was a great wedding, a great honeymoon, so great that when I came back I was already pregnant, our marriage was the perfect marriage, yes there were problems and arguments between us, but nothing that was important. We had three children, all men, so we were happy with our marriage and our children, I dedicated myself to the home and I did it, because that is what I like, I enjoy being a house

The resemblance between us is faint a certain curve of the jaw, the shape of the brow but it is there. Jasmine was only sixteen when my father raped her. She was a waitress at a high-profile party, tricked into wearing a slutty uniform and serving men who thought they owned the world. My father was the worst of them. He forced himself on her, and when she got pregnant, she was thrown out by her family.

They turned, calling her back. “Jasmine what the fuck are you doing?” The agent fussed at her. The men turned their guns to her as she gulped. “Don’t shoot please. I’m the double agent working with Saheeb. I know the codes to the bombs. The Americans kidnapped me and held me hostage thinking me to be a spy, but I didn’t tell them anything.” Jasmine lied, heart pounding as her voice started to crack. The agents looked to each other as if they didn’t believe her. “It’s true. Saheeb told me to tell you Hashem.” She spoke directly to the one closer to her establishing the connection by using his name.