Jazmine Boondocks Novels & Stories

That phone call yesterday—the one that set everything in motion—was her, complaining to Ricky. To save her from embarrassment, Ricky bought her a five-million-dollar diamond at an auction that same day. Not long after, she posted a flawless picture on Instagram, showing off the jewel. The caption read: [The man who loves me always spends like a king for me.] Ricky liked the post. His public show of support flipped public opinion overnight. The audience rallied behind Lindsay, painting her as the poor Cinderella caught in a web of power and wealth. And me? I was cast as the cruel villainess in her fairy tale.

"Soul-Shatter Weed, Bond-Breaker Dew, Reaper's Kiss... She was researching how to destroy the soul bond between fated mates." "What else?" "She... she also bought a lot of material on how to make a werewolf fall ill without a trace," he flipped to another page. "Including the Compendium of Soul Curses and the Manual of Chronic Poisoning." Every word was a dagger in my heart. This venomous woman had been planning murder since she was a child. And I had treated her like an innocent little sister. "What did she buy recently?" Derrick hesitated, then flipped to the last few pages.

He headed back to the Pack House, intending to finally sit Celine down and talk. The living room lights were still on. On the coffee table sat a single piece of paper and a ring. He walked over and picked up the paper. As he realized what he was looking at, it felt like a bolt of lightning had struck him. A Declaration of Dissolution. Celine wanted to sever their mate bond. His hands began to shake. His gaze fell to the ring—their wedding band, the one Celine had worn for five years. He tried to reach her through the Mind Link, but he was met with nothing but a void. She had already left the Dark Moon territory.

She could not believe that Selene didn't afraid on the height even it made her to feel dizzy. "Let's go! I think I'm the one who nneeds clinic.." Jenny whispered and Maine locked her arm on the arm of Jenny and they walked away from the edge of the rooftop.

“I brought gauze. I assume you have the names.” The square laughed with the relief of competence. The doctor set down a case on Minta’s table. Inside: bandages, needles, letters from mothers whose sons had come to him shaking and whose husbands had gone to him quiet. He laid the letters out with the little shocked care one gives dead birds.

she whispered. He didn’t know why she was crying, but he let her pour out her emotions. After a while, she lifted her head and looked at him. "I was Edward’s mate. I broke our bond. You stood up for me in court. You were the one who gave me a pardon from being sentenced to serve him." His eyes went wide in shock. His lips trembled. "You!" he gasped. He blinked as the memories from that time came rushing back. Yes, Edward’s ex-mate had been named Lucille Jones.

Knowledge sector Darkness Nation Jazimine woke up in the morning so excited she literally jumped out of bed and started getting ready to leave the house her bags had been packed since last night. Jazimine was typically called Jazzy for short by everbody who knew her she was very interestingly the oppisite of her bother though her brother was more into extreme sports he was usually the pessimistic,calculating type with a very miled maner to him where as Jazzy was more into her studdies and schooling yet she was very carefree and optimisitc with an upbeat aura to her. She had a slimer build with some muscle to her yet had slightly tanner skin than her brother she had the same brown eyes yet ha

Jacqueline I've had it with this shit. No more doormat, no more Ms. Goody Two Shoes. I picked up my phone from the mattress beside me. Only one person I know who will understand how I'm feeling without judging me. Without bringing up my past like a mallet to beat me over the head. One little slip in judgment when I was eighteen years old and I have to live like a nun forever. Well fuck that the habit's coming off. I'm lonely, horny and pissed the fuck off. No almost twenty two year old is supposed to feel like this.

“No one will give you any grief over it. Blood lust makes you want to fight or fuck, we’ve all experienced it, no one’s judging. We didn’t see nor heard you both but it takes no brainer to know what you two did. And this is the first time had Boss did that. He would usually spar with one of us to death until his adrenaline calms down. We’re just surprised and happy for him and you both.” Letting out his breath in an explosive sigh, Skye let all the nerves and embarrassment drain out of him. He reached up, patting Moya’s neck, and nodded. Skye had been practicing mounting up by himself but his legs were still too shaky so he accepted a boost from his mate into the saddle. The moon was low in