Jazmine Boondocks Novels & Stories

I remarked as I packed my duffel into the trunk. "Duskpine honors privacy," she replied matter-of-factly. "You will fit in." It was supposed to be, but that wasn't comforting. We traveled in silence. Pine trees blurred by, tall and seemingly endless. Mountains loomed ahead, their snow-crowned peaks shining brightly and shadows streaming long along the road. Somewhere around twenty minutes later, she spoke again. "There’s a team doctor. You’ll see her every week. There’s also a local therapist. Highly, highly recommended." I laughed. "Does she do exorcisms, too?" The driver remained silent.

Then she tossed it to the side. Gerry gulped hard, his eyes roaming over every curve of our body. I could smell both our arousals dancing in the air. Jaz, what the fuck are you doing? I thought to myself. She stepped in the shower once again. "You're amazing Cleo." Jazmine grabbed his dick and pressed our nails lightly in the flesh of his shaft. "It's Jazmine!" "Jazmineee!" He moaned out. He was completely enjoying this. "Somebody likes bondage. Who's the kinky one now?" Jazmine pushed him against the wall of the shower. She grabbed the conditioner and lathered her hands, then she squatted in front of him, resting our weight on the sole of our feet.

She could hear faint laughter from the others, their voices a reminder of the unity she felt so detached from. Her cabin stood at the edge of the pack’s territory, small and unassuming. It wasn’t much, but it was hers. She pushed open the door and stepped inside, the familiar scent of cedarwood and lavender greeting her. The silence within these walls was usually a comfort, but tonight it felt heavy, oppressive. She sank onto the edge of her bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. The pull of the mate bond coursed through her like a heartbeat, steady and relentless. No matter how much she tried to ignore it, it was always there, a constant reminder of the connection she couldn’t escape.

“My mate. My queen.” Queen? My stomach turned. I wasn’t ready for any of this—I wasn’t ready to disappear. “No,” I whispered, but it came out broken. Brock bent down, lips brushing my ear. “You don’t get a choice, little human. The bond has chosen. And I take what’s mine.” The world spun. I wanted to scream, to run, to claw my way free. But when I tugged against his grip, the sparks of the bond shot through me again, weakening my resolve, making me dizzy.

“I saw them. The Bloodwood. My parents. North.” I swallowed the knife of fear and gathered her in, as if arms could be armor. Outside, a cloud slid over the moon; the room dimmed, and the lantern wick guttered sideways, chasing a draft I couldn’t feel. “I’ve got you,” I said into her hair, over and over. “I’ve got you.” She shook against me, heat and shiver mingled, the bond sparking hard enough to make my teeth ache. Somewhere in the sound of her breath I heard the faintest whisper, not hers:

Amy knew that there was something off about the camp but she kept that to herself they planned how they were going to go about it, and Taylor was the one who was going to do the questioning since she was close to Conrad. Fortunately for their plan Mr. Brown approaches Taylor and tells her that Conrad needs her attention "What are you doing I think you should go look out for Conrad he needs your attention" he said, In the tent, he noticed that Amy was there but he never knew she was the girl that saved Taylor and Jack the other day when the Beast attacked but he looked at her with a suspicious face before he left. Taylor quickly ran to Conrad. She saw him lying down but he didn't look very mu

And then Jade pushed. --- The Breaking It wasn’t pain first. It was memory. Baylee’s vision went white, then blurred, then filled with flickers she knew weren’t hers: — A girl kneeling in a pool of Moonwater, silver light dripping from her shoulders like rain. — That same girl lifting her face to the sky, eyes hopeful, waiting for the first Mark. — A voice in the air that felt like the Moon itself saying, No. Not you. — Wolves whispering, She was denied… she was denied…something’s wrong with her

The farther I ran, the more I could feel it— Nyx. Not just alive, but waking up. Becoming something more than any of us ever guessed. I wondered if the bond had only been dormant. If the rejection hadn’t severed it, only muted it—because whatever slept inside her couldn’t be severed so easily. Moonbound. That word surfaced like a whisper in my mind. I’d heard it once in passing—in a record buried in my father’s archives. An ancient bloodline. Cursed. Hidden. Blessed. Hunted.

It made Joslyn feel much less empty talking to him and imagining what his response would’ve been to certain subjects, especially one such as the topic of the persistent man in her life. “Remember the guy I told you about all those months ago, Joshua? The one I had a one-night stand with three years back, who later became Sig’s boyfriend? Well, guess what, lil bro? He's back once again but this time, as my landlord! My freaking landlord! Can you believe it, bro? He purchased the whole darn building and then moved into the apartment opposite mine. And I forgot to mention, he's a fucking billionaire! A damn real-estate mogul.”

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.