Novel Azzam Dan Jasmine Novels & Stories

Jasmine raised her eyes and stared angrily, and then in one stroke, she released her hair from him and said, "Are you a human or an animal? You hate your own granddaughter; after all, what has that innocent girl done to you?" "You don't need to know this. Tell me the work I have given you, will you complete that work or not?" Daniel Varghese asked Jasmine. Jasmine confidently said no to him; she had already thought that she would refuse this man's work because she did not think that Ryle was a boy because her every action was like a girl, and then how could a small girl of four years act to be a girl and then Jasmine also refused because Daniel Varghese is a very narrow-minded man who does n

Served by none other than Blessing, a very beautiful African woman, whose accent was still very thick. Riffraff stayed inside the office, Molly stood guard outside and Scrapper was sent on his way. “Pistol, this is Jasmine, she’s under our protection. She got kicked out of her house earlier.” “How is that my concern?” Pistol asked looking at Taz. Taz met his gaze, something about his blue eyes made her want to shudder. He was the perfect Arian Brotherhood president. Tall, pale, blonde, blue eyes and racist as hell. He sneered at Taz and she decided that it must be the coldness in his eyes that she did not like.

She was there watching everything happen so fast without being able to escape. Because Alexander's hand was holding her so tightly. Jasmine hoped that the big cold hand held her with another intention. To protect her, to make her have everything, success, wealth, power. But unfortunately, the cold hand was as cold as his heart. That hand held her intending to make her receive Daniel's anger, to sacrifice her over Aria… Jasmine fell sideways. Her head hit the cold floor hard. The pain was so bad, she couldn't feel anything anymore. Before her consciousness faded she could see a pool of blood flowing in front of her eyes.

The questions. It didn’t. The marks on my palm stayed. Door #2. Soon. I stared at those words until the water ran cold. Until the steam cleared and I saw myself in the mirror. Not the same Jasmine who went to sleep at midnight. Not the girl who used to laugh too loud or forget her charger or eat cereal at 2 a.m. This Jasmine looked… hollow. Like she was waiting for something that might not ever come back. —

My kids sense my tension and look up at me curiously, pulling me by the hand but I just smile and nod, trying to reassure them that everything is okay. But it's not okay. Jasmine's presence has thrown me off balance, and I need to figure out how to be myself now that she’s in heat. "Ice cream?" Azrael asks me, his eyes sparkling with hope. "Not another word about that," Jasmine snaps, getting to her feet and reprimanding Azrael with a stern expression. He whines and almost begins to cry, his lower lip trembling. "Just one won't hurt them," I say, trying to reason with Jasmine, but she's having none of it.

Alex listened to Lisanna's words, he quickly left and investigated the information that Lisanna had requested. Jasmine had just left Lisanna's company, she was holding a huge amount of money in her hand, a beautiful smile appeared on her face like she was very satisfied with holding the huge amount of money in her hand. Jasmine didn't wait any longer, she quickly went to the meeting point. Jasmine's steps are very fast. If Alex were not in good health, he would not be able to keep up with Jasmine's speed. Jasmine went to a popular restaurant, perhaps she wanted to have a delicious meal after appropriating Lisanna's money. Alex also walked inside, he observed everything meticulously, and Alex

I asked aloud as if I would receive an answer from the past. I read a letter. I opened the ribbon and read it. It was for Jasmine, scribbled out in a quivering, fearful hand. I read it aloud, "My beloved Jasmine, our promise was sworn in magic and blood. I promised to make you free and strong from this foul existence. But promises are weak, and betrayal is an expensive learning. If you're reading this, then you'll know I never meant to harm you. – A." I asked politely, "Who was A? And who did she betray?"

he playfully pleaded, hoping to sway her decision. "You must be kidding," she chuckled, walking towards the sea to swim. Unfazed, Dan took the opportunity to call Lucas and request the use of his helicopter. After the call, he discreetly glanced at the magazine to find out the model's name. "Jasmine!" he whispered to himself, nodding with satisfaction. Engrossed in his conversation with her, Dan had momentarily forgotten that he had his camera hanging around his neck. As Jasmine began swimming, he couldn't resist capturing her beauty through his lens. Unbeknownst to him, Jasmine had a passion for photography, and Dan happened to be quite talented.

No Romano. My fingers tapped the edge of the invitation again. Luc Marchand. Penthouse. Champagne. No Sebastian. The muscles in my jaw loosened slightly. Just slightly. “I’m not afraid,” I exhaled softly. “If that’s what you’re thinking.” Daniella gave a thin smile, just sweet enough to border on sly. “Of course not. You’re Jasmine Belsky. You’re not afraid. You’re just… highly selective about rooms.” “I’m selective about the stupidity I allow into my life,” I corrected. “That’s different.”

I hissed. If she thought I was going to stand and watch her try to degrade me, then she had no idea of the Azelea she was meeting. This one had grown teeth, she can bite. “What? You suddenly think you are better?” she sneered, her hands crossed over her chest as she stared at me, glared more like. A stall opened; Jasmine walked out. Like minds really do thing each other. “Azelea, hi?” she smiled. I didn’t miss the way Zara’s head snapped towards her direction. Shock written on her face as she watched her. I almost laughed, “Be careful of this one, she will betray you… she isn’t as reliable as you would think,’ I said.