Jasmine X Jafar Novels & Stories

He simply dressed in black khaki trousers and an oxblood shirt and Ada was in a black kaftan. Lisa was standing beside Xavier, wearing black jeans trousers and a red blouse. Her pretty face had light make-up on it and her hair was in a medium-sized afro. Xavier was in a grey polo and black jeans. His blond hair was in a neat bun and he was raring a full beard on his broad face, which made him look mature and though there was a change in his look, his great facial features couldn’t hide away. His blue eyes were piercing, and he had them intently fixed on Lisa all the while. They were both holding matching brown jackets, and Jasmin couldn’t help smiling at the point they now were in their rela

Then, we would go on a livestream for people who liked our content before cooking dinner with Grandpa. That night, I planted the jasmine in the garden, right next to our bedroom window, so that I could wake up to its fragrance in the mornings. Jason watered the plant for me, then he wrapped his arm around my waist from behind. “Are you okay?” he asked. I leaned back against him and said, “I’m more than okay.” I meant it because I finally understood that some people were destined to stay in the past. They were meant to teach you a lesson and shape you into something new before making their exit.

Guess it isn’t every day that they have guests from other packs over for dinner. “Theo, Brooke, these are my sisters,” Jax says nonchalantly, tossing a thumb in their direction and naming them off in order. “Jade, Jenna, and Juliet.” “I totally see the resemblance,” Juliet marvels, her eyes flickering between Theo and I. “Jaxy, how the hell did you miss that?”

My jaw has started paining by smiling continuously like an idiot. After the dinner, I and Xaphan have become the favorite couple of all the guests present here. As we are new they all are coming to introduce themselves, that's a different thing that I couldn't memorize the name of even a single person. All I am doing is nodding, smiling and shaking hand with whosoever is coming to meet us. I sipped the wine while Xaphan was busy talking to one of the men. He was looking very calm and happy which is in contrast to his actual personality. I don't know what is cooking in his head and why is he behaving like this!

The man was tall, his back large and sturdy, more athletic than Mark, who was rather thin and ordinary. His black suit made me... I stopped my steps, and my heart pumped a little stronger. "Shit," I muttered. It's him. He's... Dexter. Alessandra Morelli looked at me and then exclaimed excitedly as she approached me. "Jasmine. This is the one you've been waiting for." She said. "Tristan, meet her... she is Jasmine, your brother's future wife." Brother.. Mark's brother? I stared at the face of the man who turned around and looked at me straight and intensely.

Chapter 36. Jasmine's POV. The weekend came faster than I expected and I was so grateful for that because it helped me to recharge my batteries. Talking to people on the island was draining me out and the only way that I could be free from such was to find a better way to relax and get things done without thinking of anyone. "The meeting will begin soon, and I hope that you are prepared for it so that we are able to get over and done with Jake's involvement," Rafael spoke; I was learning to call his name most of the time because of how he had wanted it to be.

“If you’re not interested in him, you can put in a good word for your very single yet very attractive best friend.” “I’ll keep that in mind,” I tittered as I turned on the car. ====•====•====•====•==== Jasmine grinned and pulled the sleeve of my blazer as she saw Xavier. “You forgot to mention he’s built like a Greek god,” she whispered. “If you’re not interested in him, I am. I’m very much interested.” Waved off what she said as I entered the sheriff’s office. “Hey, Abby,” the sheriff said as he looked at me.

I knew if I looked at him now, I’d catch the corner of his mouth doing something that would make me want to stab him. The slightest movement at the edge of his mouth. Barely there. Still enough to make me hate him all over again with enthusiasm. I glared at him while keeping a smile on my face for the screen. Adult women had some deeply bizarre talents. Mama caught the tail end of that too. Her eyes narrowed again. “Jasmine.” “Ma.” “Why do you look like someone smiling at the camera and threatening a person at the same time?” “Because I’m multitalented.”

“The bullshit about men throwing millions of euros just to own a submissive for a month?” Seraphina chuckled. “It’s as real as it gets. And, Jasmine, trust me—this is the highest level of legitimacy you’ll ever find.” “How do you know about…” Jasmine hesitated. Her eyes flickered around the room with a flicker of disgust. “About all this?” Seraphina smirked, throwing a hand in the air. “I do research, Jas. I am not one to bore around with creepy insurance lifestyle.” Jasmine rolled her eyes at Sera’s indirect tease. She straightened her posture, but the nagging discomfort in her chest refused to settle.

All I could focus on was Xavier's infuriating face, and the way he was looking at me like this was all just a game. From the corner of my eye, I caught the side of Jasper lounging in his seat two rows over, watching the whole scene with obvious amusement. He was identical to Xavier in every way that mattered the same dark hair, the same green eyes, the same insufferably perfect bone structure, but Xavier was all sharp edges and cocky grin, Jasper had this quietly intense going on that was somehow even more maddening. He caught my eye and had the audacity to wink at me.