Novel & Cerita Jasmine X Jafar

Drake mumbled behind her and brushed his fingers by her rear before disappearing into a group of gym rats. Sicily held her tongue and didn't respond. He wouldn't have heard it anyways. The meatheads on the other side of the gym were congratulating him on the classic dip kiss under the mistletoe. She glanced over her shoulder and smiled. There was nothing better than Drake DeMarco, but seeing him relaxed and having fun was the cherry on the sundae. He was beautiful, strong, dependable and so deliciously sexy. "He's a great guy. You're a lucky lady." Jasmine draped an arm over Sicily's shoulders. "But, I'm thinking he's the one that got the deal."

So, I suppose it was natural that an entirely improper thought crossed my mind at the point that, as I read her status. Jasmine and Alia were both recently eighteen. Jasmine is half Asian Indian, half English and Alia has middle eastern parents, from the Lebanon. They are both gorgeous with golden-olive skin, and brown eyes. Jasmine has shortish black hair, while Alia’s is long, waist-length nearly. Both girls are very, very pretty and hot but in a rather demure way.

"No, he is." "I'm Zharn's assistant," she reminded me. "I've seen Sir Cage, and he's not nice. He's a robot, he's programmed, and he's dangerous. Yet, he was nice to you, and he said he'd see you later. Not to mention he has a gorgeous face." "He really does," I agreed. "But it doesn't mean he finds me attractive in that way. Also, I don't think I want a robotic programmed man." "Trust me, you don't want Cage. You want me," Alpha Jax's voice loomed at the back of my head.

CHAPTER FIVE Desire~ JASMINE VALE I think the whole house heard my screams last night. They must have. It was loud, filthy, and everything sinful. I didn't know one could cum from just spanking until I met him. Dormani Nostra was everything dark and evil. His signature smile made me want to gut him whenever he was near.

“Zahra, I’d like you to meet my team. Aiden you already know, but this is Jasper, my Gamma.” I turn to shake hands with Jasper, a young man with short, straight black hair and almond-shaped eyes that mirror his mother’s. His dark skin gives him an almost regal air, and he has an aura that immediately puts me at ease. ‘He’s hot,’Zanthe notes in my mind. ‘Yes, thank you, Captain Obvious.’ I roll my eyes internally as I try to focus. There’s something soothing about Jasper, similar to Oscar’s calming presence. Gammas really are gifted in that way. “And this is my Delta, Marcus,” Tobias continues.

Xander asked with a bright smile, snapping Jasmine out of her daze. Having placed his order, Xander turned away from Jasmine and towards Kendrick, and he slightly nudged the Beta. "Do you think their soufflés can bring back memories? You know, remind you of your mother's?" As Jasmine tried looking at the group after hearing Xander's words, her eyes met Kenderick's blue eyes, and for a moment, she could swear they turned from blue to red. She watched as his lips curled up into a smile before muttering. "I'll have the soufflés too.”

he asked her with suspense. “Because I feel bad coming here knowing you have a wife, I feel so bad” she said with a calm and almost sad face. “You don't have to feel bad” Felix said, rubbing her breasts and soothing her face. “Feel free Jasmine” “Can I trust you?” he asked Jasmine, who was now inquisitive. “Yes, you can trust me” “She’s not my wife, she’s just posing to be my wife. Just for now”, Felix blurted to Jasmine as he entered his bathroom. Jasmine stood there with shock.

Xander and I did have history, and I was certain that deep down, he still felt something for me. “What else?” I asked, leaning in closer, eager to hear more. Jasmine tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Once you’ve got him remembering how great things used to be, you’ve got to start planting seeds of doubt about his wife. Make him question whether she’s really the right one for him.” I frowned slightly, unsure how to do that without coming off as manipulative. “How?”

Chad hissed, his tone low and sharp. “Playing the part,” Jasmine whispered back, patting his chest as if calming a restless dog. “Relax, Mr. Blackstone. You hired me for this, remember?” Jasmine turned her attention to Ava, her smile turning just a shade sharper. “Hi, I’m Jasmine. Chad’s fiancée.” Ava’s eyes widened slightly before narrowing. “Fiancée?” Her tone was skeptical, but her expression was sharp, like she was trying to see through the act.

Raffaele’s voice is softer now, edged with concern, but it only fuels my irritation. "Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry about it," I reply, my voice smooth but distant. I push back my chair and rise gracefully to my feet, careful to avoid the glass shards at my feet. "Raffaele, is it really you?" The woman, Jas—Jasmine, apparently—tilts her head slightly, her expression lighting up with recognition. I watch as Raffaele slowly pushes his own chair back, standing to his full imposing height. A smile, small but genuine, crosses his usually impassive face as he steps forward and pulls Jasmine into a brief but warm embrace.