Jasmine X Aladdin Novels & Stories

"What were you doing?” I smiled, then said. "Just checking on you," pulling her back into another kiss. Jasmine pushed me on the bed and climbed on top of me, looking me in the eyes. “How about i take you up on your offer?.” I knew that her eyes were not looking down at me ordinarily. Those dark eyes are telling me one thing, which means; ALEXANDER YOU'RE DOOMED. “I'm all yours, do to me what ever pleases you, ma lady.”

A subtle hint of makeup enhances her eyes, making them sparkle like diamonds in the light, inviting and bright, drawing me in with an irresistible force. Her curves are accentuated to perfection, her full chest gleaming with a soft, luminous shine that's almost ethereal. Her entire being radiates a mesmerizing glow, as if her very skin is illuminated from within, leaving me awestruck and struggling to find the words to describe her breathtaking beauty. Damn. “Isn’t that Jasmine?” Alison asks, scoffing afterwards not believing her eyes too. Then it’s definitely not a dream. It is Jasmine. “She looks… okay.” Alison tugs at my hand, her words slippery and edgy.

I cried out, falling from his grasp. Jasmine scrambled to her feet, dashing for the sword Frank had dropped. But before she could reach it, Frank stomped on her hand, crushing it beneath his boot. She screamed in pain. “Addison Madden?” he growled, peering down at her with mock confusion. Then his smirk deepened. “Ah, no. Twins. I almost forgot. You’re her useless twin sister, living in the shadow of the winner.” “Where’s Addison?” Jasmine demanded, though pain clearly wracked her body.

The auctioneer slammed down his gavel. "Sold! To the gentleman in the back for twenty thousand dollars!" I smiled to myself as I signalled my guards to collect my purchase. _Jasmine's POV_ I was dragged off the stage, unsure of what lay ahead. The two women who bathed and dressed me whispered warnings about the man who bought me.

“And without them realizing it, the name Christopher that had just been spoken would soon intersect with Jaden’s world. A world that would later become the stage for Jasmine’s revenge. To be continued…

Flora looked at her square in the eyes and sneered, “You get the hell out of my way.” She said through gritted teeth, “ Right now!” She roared. “Now, tell me, why would I do that?” Jasmine asked, grimacing at her. She had no plans of budging. She had made up her mind that all of her enemies were going to get what they deserved on this glorious day. Since neither she nor Antonio were going to offer the explanation that was needed to ‘prove’ they owned all rights to the perfume, then she would. But they were going to watch. They were going to witness the beginning of their fatal fall.

"We're watching it tonight, like you promised. So what's yours?" "Mine is Aladdin." "Watched that too," he said with a smirk. "We're like the people in it. What's their names?" "Jasmine and Aladdin," I said with a chuckle. "Yeah. I'm Jasmine and you're Aladdin. 'Cause you just kept on coming after me like a dog with a bone." "Like fuck," I chuckled. "Who was the one that came running after me after I left?" I raised an eyebrow.

The questions. It didn’t. The marks on my palm stayed. Door #2. Soon. I stared at those words until the water ran cold. Until the steam cleared and I saw myself in the mirror. Not the same Jasmine who went to sleep at midnight. Not the girl who used to laugh too loud or forget her charger or eat cereal at 2 a.m. This Jasmine looked… hollow. Like she was waiting for something that might not ever come back. —

Jaxon stared at Juliette, contemplating somethig in silence. "Alpha King, Sir." The Head Warrior was running over, looking grave. Juliette swallowed her dread. "We have found Jasmine," he said quickly. Juliette stood up, a massive smile erupting on her face. "Can I see her?" Juliette asked. Heck, the Head Warrior wasn't going to keep her away. He nodded, and Juliette couldn't help but notice that he looked slightly afraid. Jaxon and Juliette walked out of the arena like The Warrior prompted. Jaxon looked apprehensive, like he knew something was slightly wrong.