Please Lay Your Eyes On Jasmine Novels & Stories

Jasmine flipped her hair to the right shoulder. Exhaling and inhaling silently. Her eyes darted around the room. It was slightly dark, but she could see where the king was sleeping. Reaching for the necklace around her neck, Jasmine straightened her back bravely. Looking at herself, she went as far as wearing a sexy see-through nightgown. “You can't resist me forever,” She could already feel a surge of electric current circulating to her. With each step, she took. Her chest tightened so much that blood trickled from the corners of her lips.

I turned off the shower but I still couldn't get his scent off me. Wrapping myself in a robe, I went to my closet to pick an outfit for my interview tomorrow. I didn't want to be late. I needed this job. I ended up chosing a deep blue straight gown and a pair of red heels. I laid in bed and wrapped myself in blankets trying to sleep but I couldn't. Everytime I closed my eyes I was met the same set gold eyes. Haunting me and pulling me away from sleep. By the time it was 6am in the morning, I had gotten little to no sleep and my eyes were dull.

I don't like the idea of a cane because I don't want to see it or rather people to see it as something I can't do without, staff a luxury item is better in my head. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, to memorize the aroma, this is how I study my environment, in case I am brought back here, I will know exactly where I'm at. "Let's order something shall we," Jesse said handing me the menu "Uhmm...i-".

Nate's breathing becomes more rapid the closer I bring him to me. I bring my hand to his face, my fingers hooking behind his ears allowing my thumb to skip over his bottom lip. I can feel his breathing coming out in short pants and my eyes zero in on his pink full mouth. When my lips are close enough to touch his, I stop. Nate's eyes are open and though I know he can't see me, I look deep into them. I am stalling but I like the newfound idea of admiring him close up. He has a little mole right above his top lip and his eye lashes are so long that they would make thousands of girls jealous. And then the thought dawns on me that no other girl has gotten to see them because I am the only one wh

Downstairs, 10,000 white roses formed a bed of flowers with 100 white candles scattered among them, surrounding a crystal box at the very center. Inside the box were my eyeballs. Next to the bed of flowers stood a choir as well as a priest, whom Samuel had specifically invited. He mentioned that Daeleen was the gentlest soul alive and that she would surely become an angel after death. Only a priest's prayers could ensure that Daeleen received my eyes.

The crowd was dense, but I pushed through and made a beeline for the stairs. I drew nearer and the individual glanced up and met my gaze briefly before averting his eyes. I kept back a bit, waiting for them to take the first step. Another buzz. I did not even need to check my phone to know who it was. "Close enough?" I smiled and shoved my hands into my jacket pockets and leaned in somewhat and spoke a bit softer. “You the one texting me?” He didn't say anything at first; he just sort of leaned in and displayed those incredible eyes, and I definitely saw the dark iris in his eye.

Giving her five percent of the shares was already a generous and considerate gesture. Jasmine turned to look at Gia lying on the bed. Suddenly, she noticed that Gia was actually keeping her eyes open. She stared at the ceiling, her expression blank, but tears kept streaming down the corners of her eyes. Jasmine panicked and rushed over. She touched Gia’s hair: "Honey, you're awake. When did you wake up?" Gia didn't say a word, just kept staring at the ceiling, letting the tears fall freely. Jasmine knew that she must have heard their conversation earlier.

Jasmine exhaled softly and then turned her gaze to the table. Evans could barely pay attention to the lecture. I know what you are. What does he mean? Does he know he can see visions? That's impossible. From the corner of his eyes, he could see that Jasmine was not writing nor was she listening. She wasn't even looking at the lecturer, her gaze was somewhere else. It was fixed on the window. He followed her gaze and that was when he saw her. At first, there was nothing but he saw her. The girl who breezed past him yesterday.

~~ Jasmine had just come out of the washroom after taking a bath, she was naked and only a towel was wrapped around her wet body. She suddenly heard a whistle and turned around to see Niam standing against the door and was staring at her up and down with hungry, greedy eyes, filled with lust. Jasmine shivered and glared Niam as she said, “What the hell are you doing here get out!” she said as she kept her hands on her chest and shivered against his gaze. Niam licked his lips as he looked at Jasmine up and down, and when Jasmine saw the little tent in Niam’s pants, she swallowed and felt a little scared but at the same time she felt a little excited as well as curious when she saw that.

Jasmine. Jasmine hurried back to the seat while she waited for the food tray to show up. She blinked so many times that she feared that she would lose her eyes. She exhaled and smiled so many times. She sat down and looked over the tray. She did breathing exercises so she would calm down at least. She held her hand together too.