Novel Azzam Dan Jasmine Novels & Stories

For a brief moment, the world felt soft again. Jasmine was still arranging the shelves when she suddenly caught sight of a book. Her brows pulled into a tight knit. She had never seen this book before. It didn’t belong. Curiosity pulled her hand forward. She reached for it, and when she tugged it out, the cover revealed itself—a romance novel. Jasmine froze, lips twitching slightly in disbelief. Her brows tugged even deeper, as if her face didn’t quite know how to process what she was holding. Her aunt? Romance? The two didn't quite fit into the same category.

** --- On the other side of the city, Jasmine stood on her hotel balcony, watching the lights beginning to glow. She did not smile. She was not angry either. She was only calculating her steps. And without anyone realizing it, her presence had already begun to disturb the balance that had long been considered safe. To be continued…

"Of course not, silly! Because of all this! But you once said, you don't like girls who are after your money, and here I am .. admiring the exclusivity of this room .. am I not qualified to be an gold digger?" "You're different. I like it when you like whatever I have, you can be the most annoying girl... And I still like it." "Haha!" Jasmine is still holding the peach dress that caught her eye. "It's beautiful, just like you!" He whispered in Jazzy's ear.

Kashmir smiled faintly while Amaro’s lips twitched and Ishmael grinned. "I'm a bad woman, Joyce, I love two men at once." The tears of Kashmir burst forth again. "What's Amir has done to you?" You have only seen him at Landgraaf and you cannot forget even if you are already married. You have to get over it. " Joyce reprimanded. "I tried, but I couldn't. I dreamed about him every night. I every time I looked at Amaro, I could see Amir in his eyes. ” Kashmir sighed, Amaro looked at his wife intently.

Her eyes traced the lady’s almost wishful gaze at Asher, and a feeling of possessiveness stirred up in her chest. “Can you please excuse us?” She told the shop attendant in the most neutral voice she could muster. “I’ll let you know if I need your assistance.” The shop attendant’s expression showed she wasn’t pleased with what Jasmine said, but she forced a smile on her lips as she reluctantly left the room. Asher briefly looked up from his phone to stare at Jasmine. He didn’t need a soot sayer to know that she was jealous. Although he wasn’t sure why. To him, all other women paled in comparison to her., much less the ordinary looking shop attendant.

Removing a small showerhead, she rinsed both of their bodies before toeing up to kiss him on the lips. ********* *********** The morning light poured through the tall windows of the penthouse suite, scattering across polished floors and the remnants of a lavish breakfast. The scent of freshly brewed coffee still lingered in the air, blending with the faint perfume of buttered croissants and ripe fruit. Yasmine folded her napkin neatly, though her mind was far from the table. She had spent the meal half-distracted, her gaze constantly drifting to the cityscape sprawling beyond the glass. Florence shimmered like something pulled out of a dream—the Duomo’s dome rising in the distance, church be

I was trying to catch a glimpse at her phone while also trying to focus on the road and that turned out to be quite a challenge. Jasmine and i were on our way home after attending the charity event and ever since we hit the road, to my greatest chagrin, Jasmine had not said a single word to me and when I spoke to her, she either ignored me or gave me one word answers, and while I could live with that, I couldn't help but get infuriated at the fact that even though she wouldn't talk to me, she hadn't stopped smiling and laughing at her phone.

He didn’t answer. Just looked out the window like he was already planning his next move. And for the first time, I wasn’t sure which one of them scared me more—Judas… or the man sitting beside me, who’d do anything to win. Perfect. Here’s the next chapter setup in Jasmine’s POV, continuing right after they escaped the ambush and entered a new location—a remote but luxurious Stone-owned safehouse in the hills outside Los Angeles. It’s secluded, heavily secured, and rarely used, but it’s where William takes her to keep her safe… and to buy time.

But still, she had to be there for her husband despite their wavering marriage. And the last thing Jasmine could remember was her telling Fabian she was feeling hot and a little bit tipsy so she needed to go cool off somewhere. She had gone to the roof top of the building even though she knew it was quite risky for her to be there. But to her, that was the only place no one would come disturb her. And she could be free from the crowd. She had never expected to find herself in a hotel room with a stranger. Jasmine clutched her fingers forming a ball. She felt terrible. She felt sick to the stomach, all she wanted to do was throw up. But she kept it in.

I willed myself to calm down and passed a hand over my face. Thankfully, it was just a dream. A nightmare. Carelessly draping the sheet over the naked woman’s body, I stood up. My knees buckled and stomach churned, my hand reaching out to support myself on one leg of the four-poster bed. I had drunk way too much the night before and could feel the grogginess and headache seeping in. Cool air breezed in from the open doors of the balcony with the scent of sea and dessert. It always amused me to live in Azmia. A country that bled gold, built near the sea while covered with desert on all three sides, safe from wars and other calamities.