Jasmine V Angel Novels & Stories

"Yeah, that's her. She's known for being a little possessive and fiercely competitive. Word is, she's been after Cassian for a while now." "Think she's in for a challenge?" Caleb mused, a smirk forming on his lips. "She might have her sights set on Cassian, but she hasn't met Angry Bird yet. If Cassian is possessive about Angry Bird, then trust me, Angry Bird is just as fiercely protective of him. After all, she's Cassian's girl and Alex's sister, so she's surrounded by bloody mafias. If Isabella thinks she can compete with Angry Bird, she's in for a rude awakening. Angry Bird couldn't care less about anyone's nonsense." As Isabella approached, her sleek dress hugged her figure. She smiled a

-You should have told me that they were making you feel uncomfortable-Brayden -I didn’t want to cause a scene. This isn’t our house.-Me -Angel I know that is not the only reason.-Brayden -Fine, I didn’t want to look like some crazy jealous girlfriend or something like that.-Me -Angel you are my mate and my Luna you are way beyond a girlfriend. Besides, I think it would be sexy to see you act all crazy and jealous over me.-Brayden

I asked her and, without stopping walking, she replied. “Yes, I died less than a week ago. Long story short, I said no to the egotistical Alpha Aaron. As a result, he rejected my as.s and sold me to Blake, who decided to hand me to that Demon-Wolf, Elijah. For whatever hell of a reason, he killed me — maybe a virgin damn sacrifice; who knows why he chose me to be his victim,” Angeline shook her head. “Virgin?” Stormy barked in my mind, a wolfish grin forming on his muzzle.

The scent of cinnamon and jasmine from the bath mingled in the air, so fucking sweet. Just like her. Just like her scent. Angelina swallowed, her breathing shallow as she stood before me. "This is-" "This is nothing," I whispered, gliding my finger along the collar of the plum silk robe. I pushed her blonde hair aside, taking the skin of her neck into my mouth as I kissed her. Her skin shivered under my touch, goosebumps erupting on her arms and on her chest, her taut nipples hardening, creating tempting peaks that left my throat dry.

She said sweetly, leaning into him. "It's alright baby..." He turned to face Samantha and the look on her face amused him greatly. "Let me go get you ladies some drinks while you get to know each other. I'll be right back." He said, registering the look of horror on both their faces and left anyways, not giving them a chance to reply. He had only one intention in mind and that was getting his angel away from that demon that called himself Ronald.

This Angel was sizing her up and down and one of his wings caressed her arm feeling the feathery embrace and feeling scared all at once. “Jasmine Lanea Peters, age twenty seven. Born from the mother of Janea Latrice Peters and father unknown. Last prayer was for her mother before she passed several years ago. You feel alone and helpless. You need this to be your saving grace. It is no wonder you are so determined.” Jasmine’s mouth went dry and she wanted to remove her hand, but instead, it started to glow which caused the Angel to look worried then. “What are you doing?”

Angel’s POV Angel was still kneeling. And he was angry. For whom—himself or the savage bastard—he didn't know. Maybe both. Or maybe he was angry even with fate itself. He could still taste him in his mouth. Bitter. Sour. His mouth was stinging like it had been kissed by acid and bad decisions. When in truth—Angel had just given a stranger—a man to boot—a blow job. That’s the cold hard truth. His crying eyes narrowed.

"Every last piece!" Jasmine clenched her fists. She held her head high, her eyes blazing with fury. "I need to see those videos you have of me first!" "You don't believe me?" Kelvin sneered. He snapped his fingers. "Turn on the computer and show our dear lady what we have," he ordered the two assistants. One of the assistants opened the laptop and typed in a password. Instantly, the screen was filled with video files. Jasmine's face turned ghostly pale.

GODDAMN. It nearly killed me to tell Jasmine she had to cut and dye her hair. Espelillly since I haven’t fulfilled my fantasy yet of riding her from behind with a fistful of that dark auburn thickness to hang onto. But she looks absolutely angelic as a blonde. The deep red played up her personality—she rocked with the large-framed glasses and the dark lipstick. Now she looks like the girl next door. And damn if I don’t want to tie her to the bed and fuck her until she weeps for mercy.

“Go figure.” “Yes, she can,” Jasmine sniffled. “Only a little though since it’s so late. She needs sleep soon.” “So do you,” Raze said pulling her into his chest again. “Goddess, I can’t believe you are really here in my arms again.” “Eww, I got your shirt wet,” She pouted pulling back a little. “Sorry Angel,” She whispered sniffling again. “I’m not,” He shook his head. “All this led you back to me finally. You needed to let all that hurt and betrayal out on me.”