The Beginning After The End Jasmine Novels & Stories

Jasmine Because she didn’t see Zain the day before, Jasmine woke early the next morning and dressed in a bikini, threw on a shorts set and sandals, and was out the door at sunrise. When she walked out, she thought she would have to wait for a while before she saw Zain, but when she looked down the beach, there he was, walking toward her a distance away. Unable to help herself, she ran toward him, and he swept her into his arms and pressed his lips to hers in a passionate, hungry kiss.

Jasmine jerked up the moment the wheels of the plane she was riding in touched the ground. The public addresser went off, informing the occupants of the plane that they had reached their destination. Groggily, Jasmine stood up and wiped sleep off her face. Her golden-green eyes instantly changed colors mirroring her mood. She was tired after the long ride and felt jet lagged. "I'll see you around," Dominic said to Jasmine, engulfing her in a short but warm hug.

Jasmine watched as he turned around to leave, muttering, "I just thought you'd be happy to see me, but I guess I'm not welcome here." Jasmine bit her lip until it turned pale. She had been eagerly anticipating his arrival and longed to hear his voice, yet she was acting indifferent. She shut her eyes tightly. "Don't go!" she whispered. His smirk returned as he strolled back over to her and stood directly in front of her, his hand tucked into his pocket. "Why? I thought you didn't like me." Jace gazed intently into Jasmine's brown eyes as he closed the gap between them. Jasmine impulsively grabbed the back of his head and pressed her lips firmly against his, relishing the sensation she had im

“Messy? Talk to me. Where are you?” “I’m back home,” Jasmine admitted, voice low. “At Daniel’s place.” “Wait, wait, wait... you left the city? Jas… what happened? Liam?” Jasmine’s chest tightened at the name. Even now, it felt heavy on her tongue, like something unfinished. “He ended it,” she whispered. “Said it wasn’t working. And yeah… there was someone else.” “WHAT?!” Mia’s voice rose to a sharp pitch that would’ve rattled a window if she were here. “That prick! Jas, oh my god, I’m coming down there to...”

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Jasmine Pov: Jasmine starred the view infront of her,tapping her big mahogony desk making small sound with her heels,it is the only sound in the whole room disturbing the pin drop silence, and watching the view as if it is the most beautiful and interested thing in her busy life. In contrast she is just starring it but her mind is travelling around the full of yesterday happenings, Plan, Introduction, changing of plan and last but not least kiss...THE KISS, making her whole plan mix up and not going according to her actual one.

Zach's gaze got all cold. Jasmine didn't seem worried, still smiling. Her red manicured hand glided across his chest as she spoke. "Well, then! Let's face death together, like Romeo and Juliet. It might not be so bad. We could be all lovey-dovey even in the afterlife." He forcefully grasped her hand on his chest, pushing her away. "Do you truly believe Hayson wouldn't uncover your infidelity? Jasmine, be careful not to push the limits too far, or you may end up burning yourself."

“Javier. Always looking like someone ready to sign a peace treaty while planning a war in the back room.” “I’m flattered you think I’m capable of multitasking,” Javier said casually. Rhea had already pushed forward, abandoning her suitcase in the hallway without remorse. “Move,” she told Hazel and Poppy. “My turn. Jasmine first.” She walked toward me without slowing down, her coat swishing, and pulled me into a hug that smelled like expensive perfume and a bit of vodka no one should legally mention at this hour. “Hi, witch,” she whispered near my ear. “You’re alive. Thank God. I didn’t fly this far to attend a funeral.”

How ironic that I would spend the last night of my life watching their happiness unfold. "Just a few more hours, Kathleen," I told myself. "Hold on." I knew everything would change when the truth came to light the next day. However, I would not be there to see it. This was my revenge—betting my life to make them live in regret forever. I closed my eyes and whispered, "Good night, my loved ones. May you remember for the rest of your lives that there was once a foolish woman who loved you like her life depended on it."

(little sister) "What?" Both Martina and I muttered at the same time and that was everything start falling into place but still felt like an end without a beginning.