Please Lay Your Eyes On Jasmine Novels & Stories

"The butterflies are all of us. Jasmine must be aware, you are precious, and you deserve to be healed. Everyone is waiting for the jasmine to bloom." Rose's tears flowed profusely when she saw the thin cheeks that were bone trying to smile but couldn't. God, she knew Jasmine wanted to be well, her desire to be healed was strong, but this deadly illness didn't seem to allow her to be happy. "Jasmine going for a walk?" Jasmine painstakingly shook her head. Her eyes were blind, and it was useless to come out if zhe could no longer see the beauty of the world. She only recognized the people around her, relying on hed hearing and smell, which was sharper after Jasmine realized that her eyes were

They were looking so pure that she couldn't help but become fascinated and she thinks "His eyes are so beautiful!" On the other hand Sebastian stares in those light brown eyes which were clear but still unclear like there was a veil which was protecting the emotions in those eyes and stopping him to see through her and that lavender scent was effecting him. Both were lost in each other's eyes and we're trying to read the other when their trance was broken by Ayaan's voice "Are you okay?" Sebastian leaves her and she stands properly then looks down and says to don't know whom "I'm fine, thank you."

She looked at his eyes before forcing a smile on her lips and walking past him and into the common bathroom, where she took a brush out of the holder and wet it under the water, and applied the paste. Post brushing, she put her palms under the water and splashed it on her face. Taking a bottle she squeezed a little soap and applied it on her face. And washed it. Staring into her green eyes, she sighed. Walking out she sat down on one of the chairs, while the breakfast was served. She noticed as the chair beside her was dragged and Liam sat next to her. "Are you okay?" Liam rested his palm on hers and looked at her with at most care and love.

When she actually did, she heaved a relief sigh. "Here comes everything!" Jasmine murmured to herself as she strolled out of the airport with her luggage. Her skin at once registered the familiar feeling of home. The crisp smell of trees and the sea filled her nostrils and she allowed herself to bask in it. She angled her face in search of any familiar face but she didn't see any and because she wasn't with her sunshade glasses, she refrained from using her hybrid powers.

She got off my lap, and though she staggered, I was quick to support her. Guiding her to my bedroom, I closed the curtain and removed my shirt. As Jasmine looked at me, I could tell she understood that something was about to happen. There was anticipation in her eyes—those big, brown, innocent-looking orbs stared at me with expectation. I could smell her in the air, her ability to control herself eroded by the effects of alcohol, her inhibitions stripped away.

It was always hilarious to witness Ivy get pissed with her suitor's cluelessness. "Idiot, of course, you can't! I am just asking you to wait outside." Ivy yelled. Her eyes almost shot daggers at him. "Aye, aye, Ma'am!" Caspian responded, never forgetting to salute. And off the two go, leaving Care and Lark behind alone. She opened her phone to keep herself preoccupied. Rude it might be, she won't make the first move. Men should be the ones impressing her, not the other way round!

I think I'm going to stay for just two days at this school. I was about riding off when my eye caught a passenger in the front of the bus. the only passenger there actually. Her head was leaned on the window and her eyes were closed but I could tell she wasn't sleeping cause she kept smiling and scrunching her nose and I could have sworn I saw her pout her lips for a split second. As if she had just kissed somebody. It's like she's day dreaming and In that moment She looked so peaceful like nothing could harm her.

The warm sea breeze caressed her overheated, marked skin while the Caribbean waves provided a soothing rhythm beneath her pounding heart. Jasmine looked up at him with glassy, desperate eyes and whispered breathlessly, “More… I need you to completely ruin me.” Leon looked down at her, eyes dark with promise. “The rhythm never stops, princess. And I’m just hitting the drop.”

His daughter was nowhere to be found, yet he spent his time flirting with another woman in his arms! Rage and the need to bring destruction kept surging into my mind and swelling into a hideous monster that threatened to flood my senses. I kicked open the door angrily, effectively shattering the romantic atmosphere. Marcus stared at me in shock. He parted his lips, looking like he was about to say something. But before he could do so, Sylvia cut him off by calling out his name lovingly. So, Marcus moved to stand before Sylvia, effectively blocking her from my line of sight. He made it seem like I could easily rip Sylvia into pieces with just my sight.

“How soon can you get me close?” She raised an eyebrow. “You're serious about this?” Dead serious. “I’m not going in to fight,” I said. “I just want eyes. I want to know what they’re planning.” Jasmine studied me, then finally nodded. “Then get ready.” The greenhouse smelled like dirt and rust. Jasmine moved ahead, silent and swift, while I followed behind with Stella whispering updates from the comms link. Through the cracked glass, I could see the mansion’s windows flickering with light. Voices drifted—muffled, but angry.