The Devil In Her Dreams By Jasmine Novels & Stories

A conniving bitch on the inside. She reluctantly shifted her dreamy eyes from her beloved Ace, only for an excited shock to play out on her face, once she took me in. “Oh my?” Her eyes twinkled in delight when she recognized me. “You're Jasmine….. oh my gosh, I love your songs… Memories on fire is totally my favorite album…” she pulled me into a hug that definitely made me cringe, but I decided to hold it in, forcing my fists to unclench, I offered them a forced smile, “It's nice to meet you Veronica…”

I said flatly. “Not so fast, darling. I know something you don’t.” she smiled devilishly at me that made me frowned. “Really?” And my last resort I have will be . . . this. I shouldn’t show how affected I am. I won’t give her satisfaction. “Yeah,” she smiled as sweet as possible. “And that something . . . might ruin everything. And I’ll soon tell you this. But for now, I will let you have him. While I am pursuing Callum. I will let you enjoy your days.”

Here was a woman named Jasmine who was finally married to me but I would never do her hurt. "I believe in dreams if you don't, and if you try to hurt me, I will cut your dick, the one I touched last night." Oh, mine! This woman! I was feeling useless now. For how long will she be talking about what happened last night? "I wouldn't dare, you are treasured, Jasmine." "I hope so." Her eyes were still watching me as she proceeded to the chair. "Don't be scared, dreams don't matter." She didn't utter a word.

“No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the words to give it justice. I am afraid to go back to sleep, and yet I want to. I want to dream about her, I want to have her in my arms, I want to be doing those things I dreamt about to her. It is absolutely maddening. I can’t function properly, and I just can’t get enough blood to drink. I haven’t dreamed since before I was changed, and even then, nothing like this. Nothing!” “Dom, you got it bad. Maybe this is a connection you two have. Maybe she is the same way?” “I thought about that too. Because in

Slave's financial support in the future, she will be able to support the family on her own. It was imperative that she should win the Devil's approval so that she could survive in Titan peacefully! Thinking of this, Jenna took a deep breath and secretly made up her mind. After arriving at the company tomorrow, no matter how hard the devil made things difficult for her, she would have to endure it... Probably because she had been reminding herself over and over again, at night, Jenna had a very bullshit dream... In the dream, the devil knelt down on one knee with 999 roses, and said to her affectionately, "Jenna, marry me!"

Quickly, she pulled the window curtains tighter, trying to block out the view that unsettled her. Jasmine returned to her bed, but this time it was hard for her to close her eyes again. Every time she tried, shadows of her past invaded, making her feel trapped in an endless nightmare. Finally, she gave up trying to sleep and decided to find a distraction. She reached out to the small table beside her bed and took one of the books Fiona had left. It was a romance novel—a genre Jasmine usually didn't like. But tonight, she had no other choice. She opened the first page, trying to immerse herself in a story that might help her forget her nightmares, even if only for a while.

Heat simmers behind her eyes, a wildfire of desire barely held at bay. I want to give in. Oh God, I fucking want her. I can feel my resolve crumbling with each passing second as the flames of her desire lick over me. But I can’t. I can’t. “You dream about me,” I breathe. I’m unable to look away from the goddess that burns before me. Biting her lip, she nods. “Tell me what you dream about.”

Amara just stared at the cruel man she had ever seen in this world. Not even Tristan is that cruel. The man who stood straight with all his might and pride is no less than a walking devil. "DAMIAN KNIGHT" she doesn't even want to register his name in her mind but that wasn't the case. His name got printed in her mind just like the brutal scene that happened earlier. That could be her. Every scream of that man, his tears, pain, everything. She could feel everything. How can she not!? She had been in the similar situation not too long ago. The blood which gushed out of the man's body made her stomach sick.

She wants Zakir to be the trap in the human world like her and become one of the lurking spirits who can't move on to the afterlife because of their unfinished business. Riztine knew that Lemuel was now in heaven because he is always been a good person and even if Riztine uses Zakir's gold coins to ride the ferryboat, it will not be enough to get there. She decided to steal the gold coins of her victims hoping that one day she will save enough coins that will get her to heaven to finally be reunited with Lemuel. Love can make us do crazy and horrible things even if it is against morality. Riztine has been blinded by her love and is consumed with a false hope that they will soon be reunited a

Silence. "She did that alone?" Roman asked quietly. The humor had left his voice entirely. "Alone. No payment. No one asked her to." Dmitri put his phone away. "She found out about it, built the case, and handed it to Interpol anonymously. Then went back to her apartment and kept running romance scams to pay off a debt that wasn't hers." I said nothing for a long moment. The woman who looked like she needed saving. Who used that illusion as a weapon. Who had forty-one women's freedom somewhere in her ledger that she'd never told a single person about.