Please Lay Your Eyes On Jasmine Novels & Stories

The warriors that were training seemed to be right outside the dome Tonya had made around us. The sense of smell then kicked in as the evergreen trees tickled my nose. The smell of fresh flowers from the gardens of Jaxson’s house took over at this moment, as I let out a sneeze from their invasion. Next my eyes focused on the dome around us and the world that once looked blurred past it came into focus as if I could see hundreds of feet from where I stood.

Jasmine smiled, looking down and then looking at me, as if to say ‘What are you like? “No self-control, sorry.” “Ha, it’s okay!” said Jasmine. Alia looked at me curiously and then smiled her beautiful smile. Her naturally deep pink lips were complemented with a little lip gloss. Jasmine, who I had never seen with make-up, had a little lavender eye shadow and a hint of rouge. I showed them through to the front room and offered them a glass of wine each, which they happily accepted. After supplying the refreshments, I invited the girls to sit down and broke the ice with a little small talk, which helped me cool down a little. The girls looked so delectable though, I struggled to quell my arous

Elara’s POV~ I gasped when I saw what she was staring at. Vira’s eyes—those burning, awful red eyes—were gazing at us from the mirror over Jasmine. Not a vision. Not a memory. But here. Present. Watching. Jasmine didn’t seem surprised. “Don’t panic,” she whispered. Her voice was low. As though she were afraid her own emotion might break her. “Jasmine…” I stepped forward, my hand already pulsing with the energy of the shards. “Tell me that’s not what I think it is.

The sound grew louder, drawing nearer, and my heart quickened in response. With a soft creak, the door swung open, revealing Jasmine standing before me. Her eyes, like two sparkling gems, met mine with a mix of delight and adoration. The corners of her lips curled into a radiant smile, and a rush of warmth flooded my chest. In that moment, it was as if time stood still, capturing the purity of her joy. Her gaze traveled over me, taking in my appearance, and I could see the admiration flicker in her eyes. It was a look that mirrored the innocence of a child seeing their beloved parent return from a long day at work, an unfiltered expression of love and admiration.

Using her hands as her eyes, she suddenly saw light seeping through a hole somewhere. Trying to adjust her eyes to the darkness, Jasmine dropped to the floor as she crawled towards the light on her knees. There was a small bar window boarded up with some old wood. Tears welled up in Jasmine's eyes as she placed her hands on the wood. "That's it, I'm never getting out from here," she thought as tears streamed down her face.

Ethan's POV~> I remained where I stood stock-still, didn't budge, just remained rooted to the spot, my eyes still fixed on Jasmine who was unaware of my presence. She paced around, her steps light and relaxed. Her voice was low and filled with caution as she continued giving instructions to whoever it was she was talking to. My ears listened intently and I noticed her frequent glances at the window. She moved closer, standing firm on her toes as she stretched forward to get a better view

And maybe it’s just my mind playing tricks on me again. As I take a step forward I see Jasmine standing by my room door, She is not dressed in the usual blue shirt and black sweats I usually see her in. She is dressed in a yellow dress and her eyes are as shiny as before. She smiles. “Hades?” —*

“Jasmine’s vision is more of the details and she had a vision where she saw that I and her we're the last of the Oscars, you all died when her dragon attacked us all because she refused to heed to their calls. According to her vision this will happen in few days time so before then, we have to get the eggs out of where they are right now and bring it to a place where she will monitor it until she is ready to call them out of their shells” Jordan explained to him as they walked towards Jasmine’s room.

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. —

the lady replied smoothly. From the corner of her eye, Emma saw Mrs. King smiling warmly at Martha, while Mr. King remained entirely focused on his phone. Deeply relieved that the master of the house wasn't paying attention to her yet, Emma took the opportunity to assess the lady's appearance. The woman was stunning. She appeared to be in her late forties, yet the flawless smoothness of her complexion and the sheer elegance of her luxury clothing gave her the appearance of being effortlessly, timelessly beautiful. Her eyes were honey-coated—easily the most stunning hazel eyes Emma had ever seen.