The Beginning After The End Jasmine Novels & Stories

I heard a replied and looked up glaring at the students. “What?” I asked him. “Err... 7th chapter Madam.” A student in the front bench mumbled. “Right! Let’s start it.” I said and planned his murder in my mind. *Adithya Pov* “So in the 7th lane of that street…” Rajeev started saying and I stopped him showing my hand. “What lane?” I asked him. “7th lane.” He replied, frowning but I chuckled hearing it. “Continue.” I mumbled, and he did without me stopping him.

Printing the sonogram photos she hands them to us. "I'll see you next month." She waves as she leaves. "Even though I can't make out their features, they're perfect." I study the photo and Basil does the same. "Perfect like their mamá." He said. We leave the building, getting ready to head home. Once we arrive, Basil is full of energy. "I have a suprise for you." He says all giddy.

"Go into your room. Pack a bag unless you want me to put you over my knee once again and it wouldn't be only your ass that would be sore, Jasmine." She glared. But turned around and went into her room. TBC

The sound of my laughter filled the air again as the video ended. I couldn’t breathe. My hand flew to my mouth as tears blurred my vision. “That’s… that’s me,” I whispered. “That’s my voice. That’s… that’s real.” “Yes,” Blake said, his own voice heavy with emotion. “You were happy, Jasmine. We were happy before the storm came in and crashed down on us. Before you're taken away from me.”

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. —

No filling every silence simply because emptiness made them uncomfortable. “Okay.” Jasmine opened to the first page. “What should we call it?” Emmy thought. Then smiled. “Home.” Jasmine wrote the word. HOME Nothing magical happened. The ink didn’t glow. No door appeared. No ancient voice spoke. It was only a word written by a mother beside her daughter. And Emmy thought perhaps ordinary things had been underestimated for far too long. Jasmine came home. Not as the woman Emmy had imagined. Not as the perfect mother grief had created.

So Good day to everyone of you reading. I'm done with lipsticks and gun hence I present you book 2 of the Lipstick series. It is a sequel and I'll be starting to write that soon. For now this is a blurb: Lipsticks and rings (Happily never Afters) Jasmine and Taiwo's relationship had started with a contract that was solely just based on sex but it had ended with the both of them realizing just how much they felt for each other and now they are as happy as they can be. What could possibly go wrong? One guess. Everything.

Her tears seem unstoppable, unwilling to stand on her own feet she dropped to her knees, her head lowered in grief. Jasmine cried out feeling a knife-stabbing pain in the depth of her heart. " Why do people tell lies? They say time heals all wounds but I guess we are all used to it!" Raising her wet eyes, Jasmine woke up slowly. She reached out to a matchbox to light up the incense. After that, she bowed her head to pray, then ended with the sign of the cross. Gazing at the tomb, her eyes hovered at the golden letters written on it ' Reese Lawrence '.

Chapter 36. Jasmine's POV. The weekend came faster than I expected and I was so grateful for that because it helped me to recharge my batteries. Talking to people on the island was draining me out and the only way that I could be free from such was to find a better way to relax and get things done without thinking of anyone. "The meeting will begin soon, and I hope that you are prepared for it so that we are able to get over and done with Jake's involvement," Rafael spoke; I was learning to call his name most of the time because of how he had wanted it to be.

Somewhere intimate but not so obvious. Jasmine's Message: "Hello Alexander, are you back from your trip? There is a café near the old pier; it's one I know you will love. Could you meet me there tonight, at 7 PM, in case you have already returned? Her heart was racing in anticipation as she hit send. In the moment the message left her phone, a mixture of excitement and anxiety churned within her. What would he say? Would he come? She could not let Jayla take him away, not after everything. Jasmine had felt something real with him; she connected with him, and she was going to make certain it wasn't lost to her sister.