Novel Azzam Dan Jasmine Novels & Stories

I drew a breath, tried to smile and my lips only trembled. Just then, high heels clicked in the corridor short, sharp even on the stone floor. The door opened again, letting in a sweet, cloying perfume and a chill, cutting voice: "Oh… I heard our honored guest was injured." Dane swept in. Soft brown curls like waves, a white fur-trimmed coat draped over narrow shoulders. Her smile was gentle; her gaze was a needle. "I heard there was an intruder and someone got hurt. Such a pity it turned out to be Miss Majori," Dane said, lips curving. "And I hear she was quite the hero, she knocking out Brian's spy all by herself?"

My ghost trembled on the verge of unraveling. I was dead. I'd been sold to the brothel, tortured beyond measure, devoured by dogs until nothing was left of me. And all of it—every last shred of suffering, every ounce of guilt I'd carried for "killing" my brother—had been one colossal, sick joke. A tidal wave of absurdity and bitter rage crashed over me. My spirit screamed in silence, howling, splintering apart. But when the crying was over, all that remained was a hollow, unfamiliar calm.

Adonis’s POV “Where were you?” I asked, looking her up and down. “I don’t think you’re crazy enough to try escaping in your nightwear.” “I haven’t gone anywhere,” Jasmine said quickly. “I was in the kitchen.” “Don’t lie to me.” I stood up from the bed. “I just came from the kitchen. You weren’t there. So where were you?” “I felt hungry, so I went down to get some snacks. Then I stepped outside for a bit of fresh air. That’s all.”

"well then, I know this really good place where they sell really tasty Kimbap. Wanna try?" Jun nodded actively and Yeon chuckled leading the way. They were almost near the restaurant when Yeon heard a sound and turned around. There laid Jun, unconscious in the middle of the street. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

So Good day to everyone of you reading. I'm done with lipsticks and gun hence I present you book 2 of the Lipstick series. It is a sequel and I'll be starting to write that soon. For now this is a blurb: Lipsticks and rings (Happily never Afters) Jasmine and Taiwo's relationship had started with a contract that was solely just based on sex but it had ended with the both of them realizing just how much they felt for each other and now they are as happy as they can be. What could possibly go wrong? One guess. Everything.

Jasmine who left the slums and became the daughter of a billionaire, Jasmine who married a handsome man she built an empire with, Jasmine who was now the wife of the richest man in Qhezon city! No matter how she looked at it, Jasmine's life seemed perfect from all angles, getting higher and higher in the pyramid with each setback that happened to her! But what about her? Nothing! . She associated with Jasmine but no miracles had come her way since, not even a love interest. And now when Arun seemed the most broken, she had tried rekindling the feelings she had for him in the past, to meet with this confession? She fucking hid her affections for her friend's husband for years and now that she

I looked at the walls, glancing at the old arts in the room personalized for a girl named Jasmine. But after looking closely, everything started to make sense. Jasmine Winter. I walked over to the dresser, opening the book which had 'my diary’ inscribed on the book cover. After briefly going through it, I began to grasp what was going on. I began to understand the body I was now in. Somehow, I realized that I was reincarnated in a new body which I didn't know what happened to, but after trying to think back, I got some clues from her memories that she was poisoned by her sister, Rose, just last night.

Floral. Sweet and heavy and wrong, like jasmine and ylang-ylang and something metallic, carried on a breeze that should never have found its way into a sealed stone lodge. Her lola’s voice whispered up out of memory. Tamawo. Don’t look too long if they look back. Don’t follow lights into trees. Don’t answer when your name is called from the wrong direction. Althea’s magic rang like a tuning fork. Not with fear. With recognition. “Althea,” Luca finally said, taking her out of her trance. “Tell me what I’m not seeing.”

I stare at the screen for a few moments, chewing on my lower lip, before opening my messaging app. If anyone could help me figure out who Amara really is, it’s Rosaline—my little sister, and Jackson’s personal assistant. I type: Delilah: “I need you to dig up everything you can on that woman Jackson met tonight. Her name’s Amara. Find out where she is from, who she had worked with, anything that seems odd or too perfect.” I stare at the message for a moment before hitting send. Seconds later, the status says “Read.”

I added while I wrapped my hands around her, I cuddled her. I was grateful. I fell in love with a stranger and I found happiness with her. I hoped nothing comes between us because I wouldn't stand losing her nor replacing Jasmine. .................