The Devil In Her Dreams By Jasmine Novels & Stories

Both ways she's hurt, he managed to hurt her in every way. Jasmine felt like heaven when he left her hair. She was sure he'll rip her hair from her scalp. He was looking scary, Nah, he was looking petrifying. How can someone look this scary but handsome at the same time? She never saw something like this and everything successfully scared the shit out of her. She's experiencing new things, and it did nothing good to her. Till now she considered him as someone like Devil but now she's sure that he's the Devil himself. He was all happy and funny a second ago and now he's ready to rip someone's head off their body. A fucking psychopath.

She said, and I frowned. "It is complicated, Niko, and I know I might sound out of it, but that is the truth. Jasmine has been bringing souvenirs from her dreams into the real world. She dreamt of smoke, and when she woke up, her clothes were smelling as if she was in the fire physically…" she said and paused.

She asked, after drawing Jasmine to a quiet place. Jasmine sighed. "I had a dream. I saw someone. I think he's from the demons' realm but doubt if that realm exists. I..." "They do exist" Ariana answered. "They exist but do not interfere with others". Jasmine batted her lashes. If they do exist, then her dream is real. "What happened in the dream?" "I was caught up in a strange wave and then he appeared. He had a sign on his left cheek and I wondered who he was..."

She staggered to the dresser and dropped them on the table. She stared at her reflection in the mirror and exhaled. She won't deny the fact that she was beautiful with an amazing body and the beauty landed her in the devil's den. No way of escaping, no way of cracking the devil's heart so she would be free, and the only thing was to accept her fate. She hissed sadly before pushing her hair back and packing it into a messy ponytail. But she was Jasira and she won't give up. Either she would be free or she cracked the devil's heart.

The first order of witches was banned from the Moonstone clan because of dark magic, but Devon embraced it because he wanted to be the alpha and also the mate of Dakota. He admired Dakota secretly, but Jasmine in all his uprightness was able to get Dakota. Luckily for them, their union was blessed as they found out that they were mates. Devon was angry and sought the throne and Jasmine's woman. His anger led him to something unimaginable. He dressed as Jasmine and had sex with Dakota. Dakota knew it was not Nicholas. "Who are you?" Dakota asked in the dark room. Devon was panting hard after different strokes in and out. He was getting ready to leave when that question hit him. "Don't you dar

Her skin resembled a smouldering fire blown by the chaotic gusts of wind. [Dervel's den] Dervel paced back and forth in his ancestral den. The flickering firelight danced upon his furious face, showing how intense his emotions were. Jasmine was in the hands of this scumbag and that plunged him into a maelstrom of wrath and despair.

The fabric flowed like liquid starlight, cut daringly low in the front to reveal the elegant line of her collarbone, the soft swell of her breasts that I had once thought were mine alone to admire. Her dark hair, usually pinned back in that conservative style I had grown accustomed to, now cascaded in loose waves past her shoulders, catching the light with each subtle movement. Diamond earrings—ones I didn't recognize, ones I certainly hadn't bought her—sparkled against her neck like captured stars. Her lips, painted a deep crimson that matched the fire in her eyes, curved in a smile I had never seen her wear for me. She looked like sin incarnate, like temptation given form, like every fanta

That night she came to dinner wearing shorts, she looked so fucking sexy and I wanted to send every one of my men out of the dining room and fuck the shit out of her on the dining table but I quickly brushed the thought off because what the fuck. Watching her sleep so peacefully made my heart start beating differently, I didn’t even know that shit still works. In my ‘line of work’, people refer to me as The Devil and I love that nickname. My hand involuntarily reached out to tuck a strand of her hair but I stopped and got up when I heard Gio come in. Thank God he didn’t see that. “Oh, why is our princess sleeping on a couch?” Gio said “Don’t know, don’t care” I answered as I loosened my tie

"Your fear, your hope, your despair, your dreams, your nightmares. I want to watch you slowly crumble under the weight of this place, this marriage, this life I'm giving you." His smile was pure evil now, without any pretense of warmth or humor. "I want to see how long that pretty courage of yours lasts when you realize there's no escape, no rescue coming, no hope of ever leaving this place alive." The words hit her like physical blows, but somehow they also sparked something defiant deep in her chest. Maybe it was desperation, maybe it was the last flicker of her pride, but she found herself straightening her spine and meeting his gaze directly.

“No, it's not for protection. It's for assassination. My assassination. Girl, open your eyes and listen to me. They're going to kill you after they kill me. It's a ritual of some sort. They do it every year to renew their pact and covenant of blood with the devil. Alessandro is the devil's favorite and he lives inside of him. Each and everyone here knows. I saw the bruises on you on your wedding day. He will kill you as a sacrifice too. Nobody can save you. Victoria, Valentino serves the devil too. He's getting closer to you so he can use you before Alessandro uses you so he can get more power from the devil.” Jesus Christ. I can't believe she just said that out loud again. Jasmine has reall