Jazmine Boondocks Novels & Stories

The way he left. I can’t breathe. Can’t think. Can’t look away. I swear I can physically feel the hollowness inside me where the mate bond between us used to reside before it was so cruelly ripped away. The band suddenly starts in on a cover of Blink 182’s ‘I Miss You’ and the melancholic soundtrack to my own devastation nearly brings me to my knees. “C’mon,” Vee demands, grasping my hand tightly and yanking me backwards.

She cut herself and held out her hand in the air, so the blood dropped into the sacred bowl. " Hold your hands together so the cuts meet," he said. I turned and faced her, her pretty face was a charm on its own and I found myself struggling to concentrate. I stretched out my hands to her, she did the same and placed her cut palm on mine. A spark was felt and I knew she felt it as well. The fire began to burn so well. Our wolves began to collide and I was struggling to breathe. It seemed the two wolves were trying to become one and we were the ones being affected by it.

I reached back for the zip and pulled it up in two moves and then I stopped because I was facing the mirror and the mirror was not kind about what it showed me. The bruise at my jaw had gone yellow-green at the edges the healing part, the part that looks worse than the damage did. Victoria's work. Below my collarbone, half-hidden by the fabric's neckline, the mark Lucien didn't remember leaving older now, darker, a thing my body had decided to keep. My wrists, just visible at the cuffs of nothing, still held the ghost of the alley in shadow-thin lines where someone's grip had been too hard and too fast and too certain of its outcome.

They get to me and one slap me What's your name he scream at me Boss : Jay-Z , king Kong leave her They leave me Boss : what just happened I remember all what happened clearly Jasmine : the first guy takes three steps cause he is on rage for me not to reply you and the second takes four cause he is less on rage than him , the first guy slapped me with a little release in his strength maybe just to scared me you called them and they both takes four four step back now thier not angry and they are expecting what you will do and now all you do next is to asked me question Boss : woww the doctor is right her brain is not ordinary Jasmine: please what's my name Boss : you're the queen the blood fo

And yet, as she opened her piercing blue eyes, they stared right into mine, and in that fleeting moment, I sensed a flicker of uncertainty in Roma's actions, a hesitation that betrayed a glimmer of doubt that perhaps this fragile being was not just a mere meal, but something more - a companion, a friend, a mate, and in that instant, Roma's actions faltered, its claws hovering above her skin as if poised to strike, yet hesitant to deliver the final blow. It was as if Roma, too, had glimpsed the truth - that this tiny, trembling creature was not just a prey, but a kindred spirit, a soulmate waiting to be claimed.

She explained. It hurt that she still had a defense up against me but how could I blame her I watched as they tried to execute her because of the stupid blood bond I made with my mother and now she had control over me all she had to do was demand me to do something and I would have no choice but to do it, or I would be rendered to ash for breaking the blood bond. “I understand, I need to earn your trust. I vow I will no matter how long it takes. Little dove. If my mother is planning something, I will stop her, no matter what the cost.”

The moon climbed higher, then began to sink toward the horizon. "There." Finn's whisper was barely audible. He pointed through the trees, and I saw it—flickering light. Fire. A camp. Caleb gestured, and we spread out, approaching from different angles. I stayed close to him, my heart pounding so loud I was sure someone would hear. The camp was small—half a dozen tents, a central fire, a handful of guards. And in the largest tent, bound and gagged but very much alive, was Mira.

They don’t pretend. At school, nothing changes. The same classes, the same bored teachers, the same students pretending not to feel anything. He sits in the back, doodling in his notebook, sketching bones and skeletons almost unconsciously. A morbid habit, but a harmless one. Better bones on paper than bones in his bed. At lunch, Jamie slides into the seat across from him. Jamie's got a sharp face and sharper tongue, always too curious for his own good. “You hear about the new girl?” Jamie asks.

The slope dropped sharply toward a ravine filled with jagged rock. A perfect place for an accident. Lyra leaned forward to examine the marking carved into the stone. It had been tampered with too. Her foot slipped. Loose dirt gave way under her boot, and suddenly the world tilted. Her balance vanished, and she lurched toward the edge. Before she could gasp, Ronan moved. His hand shot out and grabbed her wrist. Strong. Instant. Unthinking. The moment his skin closed around hers, the mate bond exploded. Heat surged through Lyra’s entire body, so intense it stole her breath. Her mark burned like molten fire, sending a pulse of energy up her arm and into her chest.

"Damn, Bird Dog. You look hot." His eyes roamed from my head down to my toes in a slow roll. Still holding my hand, he lifted it above my head, encouraging me in a circle for him to admire. I wasn't sure where we were going, so my outfit had been a crapshoot. Luckily, Gray was easy to please with a white lace camisole under a completely translucent pink blouse that almost wasn't there it was so sheer, the tightest pair of dark jeans I owned sans panties, and my worn brown leather cowboy boots embroidered with pink flowers. My ponytail fell several inches past my shoulders in one perfect twist, and I'd topped off my simple ensemble with diamond studs and a hint of makeup. At the end of my twi