My Love My Hatred Novel By Jasmine Novels & Stories

#HAREM_OF_LUST 🔞 #Chapter 13 🍖🍖🍖🍖🍖🍖🍖🍖 🍖🍖🍖🍖🍖🍖 🍖🍖🍖🍖🍖 🍖🍖🍖🍖 🍖🍖🍖 🍖🍖 🍖 #SADIQ Despite the heat going on around Marida, Things has been quite good for me lately, especially in the romance side, My relationship with Jasmine had taken off smoothly... At first, I never knew things would work out like this but I'm glad it did. Before, Jasmine in my view was nothing but a stubborn and disrespectful lady but I was wrong appearances are deceiving.. She's a sweet and understanding girl, unlike most ladies I know she's quite literate and sure knows all about herbs, plants and medicine.

“I should be. Perhaps if you hadn't come, I would have been living a very good life. The limelight would be on me and I would be known as the daughter of the Rossador family and not you.” “I thought as much. Well, I thought that your period of enjoyment is over and I should come to take what was mine. I let you have them does not mean that you are going to get them forever. It was only a matter of time.” She could feel Jasmine’s hatred for her grow in a thousand and one folds but it's not as if she cared. She can hate on her for all she cares and it isn't going to remove a dime from her. Jasmine chuckled.

I kissed her slightly on the lips, then I walked out of the room quietly. I head to my new room, which is with Jasmine, and as I head there, my irritation grows. I definitely don’t love her; she was just a tool I used to make Lillian jealous, and I regret doing that so badly. I shouldn’t have done that to someone I claim to love, and Jasmine is literally not royalty. She lacks etiquette, and her love of material things is irritating. I want this, I want that. Lillian might not know this, but in the span of three years, Jasmine had gotten five maids killed because of her anger. She is a terrible mother to Darius, and I am stuck with her because now she is pregnant and her whining has become s

" Jasmine said, her eyes brimming with tears. "Fine! It's true! I did it all for Victoria because I loved her. I loved her soo much that a day without her being alive was like a death sentence to me, but do you know the reason why is it? It's because-" Daniel's voice was cut short when Jasmine screamed in anger. "You liar!! It has always been about Victoria, ain't it? I thought you cared about me!! So it was all because of that bitch Victoria! Because you love her!! Everyone loves her! No one fuckin loves me!" Jasmine wailed, her powers forming a black shell around her.

It was like an invisible barrier had been erected between us, one that nothing could break through. Jasmine's hostility towards me wasn't anything new. It had become a constant presence, an ever-present echo within the walls of our shared space. Her disdain seeped into the atmosphere like an unending symphony of negativity, filling the air. But despite it all, I remained unfazed, resilient in the face of her venomous words and cold glares. "Seriously, Carmine? You're still asking me that same old question? Can't you see why I despise her so much?" Jasmine's voice pierced the air, her hostility seething through every word she uttered.

She opened the first page, trying to immerse herself in a story that might help her forget her nightmares, even if only for a while. "Love can come in the most unexpected places," read the opening line of the novel. Jasmine gave a wry smile. For her, love had always been something complicated and full of conflict. She read slowly, allowing herself to be carried away by the beautifully written story. The words on those pages began to divert her attention from the anxiety she felt. The story of a young woman finding love in a small village in Italy started to seep into her mind. Although it wasn't her favorite type of reading, there was something soothing in the way the story unfolded.

"In that case, let's have a truce!" Jamaica raised her eyebrows. "We're not at war, aren't we?" "No? You always fight me because of my idols. If we're not at odds, then what do our relationship looks like?" She looked away. I saw hatred passed in her eyes and I didn't think that it was directed at me. "Do you really hate Vine that much?" I asked. I asked if it was directed at Vine because she always had this hatred in her eyes when it comes to my favorite boy band. When talking about book authors, Jamaice's reaction was not that big. So I assumed that she didn't hate all my idols but only Vine.

I growled but she looked like she wasn't afraid of what would happen this time. "Fuck you, Hardin. I hate you. I hate you so much." She screamed and tried to kick me and I didn't understand why her rage turned me on so much. Fiery Jasmine made me want to fuck her into submission. Slamming my lips against hers, I reached under her dress and palmed her pussy and she squirmed when I pushed her panties to one side and found her dripping wet, I grinned. "For someone who hates me, your body is saying something completely different."

Why was her own story different? Jasmine remembers reading a lot of books and stories and girls who found love in foreigners, and lived happy ever after: but why was her own story different? Why did she have to be tortured by her own lover before being sent out as bait to fish out their son? Why? Why did Marcelo Marchesa not just be like a normal white tourist who just happen to tour her country, fall in love with her and then they'd have a normal relationship Why now was she on the run from someone she couldn't identify as an ally or an enemy

Zara didn’t make it far, just a few steps away from where she had stood with Hudson when she found Jasmine, leaning against a statue staring at her with an unreadable expression on her face. “You know you shouldn’t be doing that,” she said. Zara turned, schooling her expression, “Shouldn’t be doing what?” she asked, keeping her tone soft, her eyes staring at the woman who was just as horrible as the people in her life. “Our men, they are possessive lovers, they would spend no time to kill any man if they think you are…” “What are you talking about?” she hissed, her heart hammering in her chest. Jasmine smirked, “I am talking about Hudson, the man that you were just talking to… You know when