The Devil In Her Dreams By Jasmine Novels & Stories

Mom asks out of partial curiosity as she sinks into the couch, her legs crossed on the island table. "She's old, full of wrinkles, and can barely lift a cup, and me?" I give a little twirl, "I am young, succulent, and beautiful. A typical Aphrodite's rebirth and might I add, a goddess in bed." I wink at the last part and she makes a gagging expression. "You need prayers, Adelina," she shakes her head, "In fact, you are a lost cause. A full session of exorcism can't even save you."

It was going to be a long trip. Brandon Pov Dreams. More like terrors. Ever since I was little, I have been experiencing dreams that would feel so real to me only for me to Dreams came to me in and out, but only one of them left thoughts in my head as I was getting dressed the next morning. In my dream, I saw smoke all around me. I was in a clearing of some sort and the sky was red. Dead bodies of my mate Harmon, friends, and family were scattered all around me. I saw Jasmine, who was in a white dress, radiating so much power from her. Much stronger than I had ever felt from her. She turned around and smiled at me, her hazel eyes turning purple as she merged with her wolf. I tried walking to

He acknowledged. "No. Don't bullshit me, that was an almost." She said and then hurling her rifle on the ground, she ran away. Jasmine opened her eyes with a sigh, worried about the dream which was an activity that happened seven years ago and it was the third time in a row it was making an appearance in her dream. She squinted her eyes at the sun rays, then realizing the sun was up, she immediately stood up to her feet.

JASMINE I lay on the bed crying terribly as tears stream down my face. Reaching for my phone i dialed Prisca's number. She answered on the first ring, “Jasmine, what's wrong? Calm down and tell me everything.” I tried to speak, but my voice was shaking. "He did it again, Prisca," I managed to choke out. "He's a devil." “Okay, Jas, I need you to take a deep breath and calm down. Tell me what happened.”

she showed actions too. Of course. Jasmine knew she sounded crazy. But what she could do? It was what she saw and it was hideous. Wiping her tears with the back of her palm. Jasmine went further to explain what she saw " She had red eyes ad her nails were like claws. The lids of her eyes had thick foundation on them and... you don't believe me right?" she swiftly said when she noticed the look on his face. " You probably think I am crazy. Well, I am not! I did see her and no! this is not another antic of mine to reject you by making you reject me"

She was looking at me like I was the devil. I lowered my tone, eyes locked on hers. “Yes, I made a mistake. Yes, I should have told you the truth from the start. But Jasmine, I am not the devil you think I am.” She didn’t respond so I kept going. “I didn’t tell you about Judas because I didn’t want you dragged into that hell. It’s mine. It’s my curse. And now he’s using you to hurt me. You don’t know what that man is capable of.”

It truly had been. There was no random shootings and crazy ramblings She was everything. Whether she was pouting for ice cream or washing blood off her hands, she never ceased to amaze me in everything she did. "Boring?" She giggled, I nodded in agreement "Well then... let me entertain you fine sir" She said in a posh accent, standing from the bed in all her naked glory, her large creamy tits jutting out and her god defying ass jiggling as she walked. "And how do you plan to entertain me?" I asked from my seat on the bed, the covers lazily thrown over me as I watched her like she was my prey

Then, quietly—more to himself than anyone else— “She already has.” And in her room, Jasmine finally lay back. The dagger under her pillow. The book still humming at her side. And as she closed her eyes, the scent of pine and storm and old fire curled around her again, like a promise that hadn’t forgotten. She slept with one hand curled around the blade. And dreamed not of love... but of war.

Vimar and Brage sink into the grass, while Indra manages to stay upright. "Your friends aren't as strong as you are. You're interesting, little girl. Who are you?" Indra raises her chin, looks defiantly into the fairy queen’s bottomless black eyes and replies in a strong voice: "I am Indra, the Devil's Daughter." Melia's backing away. Her companions make hissing noises and the ashen fog retreats several meters revealing blossoming wildflowers underneath. Melia raises a hand and the fog stops. Then she turns back to Indra and studies her from top to bottom. "I didn't know Lucifer had a daughter..."

She rolled her eyes and dropped her hands. "You are going on and on about this thing, this- it's pissing. I know you are mad at Brandon and you took him off that day, I can't even remember how. Whatever, this is the reason why my dad is in the hospital and what? You- you come up with some poppy cock story, you aren't the devil. I want Brandon released okay?" She questioned and countered, she stomped her foot and folded her arms. Jasmine rolled her eyes in anger. She exhaled and gulped. "Why are you getting angry, I should be angry. You are pretending as though you didn't know this or you haven't heard it before. Okay, let me tell you then. I am the Devil and I torture people, you are smart,