The Devil In Her Dreams By Jasmine Novels & Stories

KNOX POV "There she is." Fawaz pointed. Standing in the midst of men and women, her red velvet dress flowed with exotic grace behind her. A leg stuck out to show her sexy curves and the slit that stopped exactly where her underwear was. Just...wow! Her tawny tanned skinned glow under the midnight blue chandeliers to show how much of a goddess she looks. He averted his gaze on hearing his sister voice. (DOVE) "Dove, I didn't think I'd see you here."

But even I know that I don't know the goddess's plan, and soon this fairytale may end and I will have to mate with another, and hopefully live happily with that she-wolf. "Found them!" Jasmine shouted as she entered the room. She left immediately when we got to the mansion, saying she needed her toys and gadgets. I didn't know what she meant but I am not one to shy away from experiments. I didn't know what I loved yet, so any sex was good sex at this point. She was wearing a black, red and white chain print blazer with shorts, and in true Jasmine style she was wearing only a lace black bra underneath. It suited her, but I knew I was going to love it more, when I was the one taking it off her

She always tucks her in and surprisingly Accalia never says no. After tucking her in, Jane gave Accalia a goodnight kiss and exited her room. Accalia felt sad that she couldn't share her past with Jane. She knew that she wouldn't judge her but her past was bitter to let out. She closed her eyes, this time she didn't see amber eyes but Davis's evil face, his eyes were red with fury. She has never seen Davis in her dreams but amber eyes but... Did it mean that Davis was going to find her soon? Accalia thought, her heart racing.

She needs to be all in. "I've changed my mind. I'm going to feed you first" I say burying my nose in the crook of her neck. Fuck she doesn't make this easy. She smells divine. The hints of vanilla, cherry, and jasmine mixed with her scent are addictive. A man would happily take his last breath in her arms. I could spend all day right here and be content. "I'm not hungry. I mean I am but not for food"

"I think he has a point. I'm not one to judge people, but she seems genuine. She has been with you since your injury and even tried to spend the night here. I had to practically force her to go home. Dare I say she might even like you." "I think you are wrong Felipe." My mind went back to the kiss we shared. "Think about it. What woman would go out of her way for a man she didn't need anything from? She couldn't possibly be after your money, she has tons of it." I sighed, giving up. "I don't know, that woman is difficult to read. I wish I could know how her mind works." "Why do you think she's called the devil? You can never know what she's thinking."

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

Even after bringing so much money back. I fall asleep quickly, too tired to stay awake, but I am smiling. I have no food and no freedom, but I am smiling because tonight, Mr Devil gave me more than anyone else ever has, or could. He was different, from everyone else, which makes no sense. Why would he be willing to pay just to talk to women? I want to find out exactly who he is, and how to find him again. I wake up hearing someone shouting my name. Opening my eyes I see Mary looking at me.

She wasn’t buying it. “This is ridiculous, can we just get on with the debrief?” I wanted to ask if they could all leave so I could talk with Alex alone, but I knew I’d catch even more shit if that happened. “Tell us about the culprit.” “ Jasmine,” I said. Liz’s eyes widened in surprise as if she could figure it all out just in the way I said her name. It was unsettling but I ignored her and kept talking. “ Jasmine of Womack, Idaho. She lived with her mother Layla Dubois and two sisters, Sapphire and Sage. By day she worked at their family restaurant Layla Vous and by night she was our firewall breeching vigilante.”

Akshara hurried her way to the dungeon, forced her body against the walls of the dungeon, and cried loud enough to wake the drowsy, ferocious beast. Akshara doesn’t even mind the ferocious animal’s presence and thinks, "I don’t mind being eaten by any beast. I prefer death to live in this hell. The Devil is to be blamed for my condition." She closed her eyes hard and tried to search for Dev in her dreams. Akshara ran to the shadow of a man who exactly looked like Dev. The shadow dissolved in the air, deceiving her into a vein. Her tiresome mind reflected the image of Dev in all the empty corners of the realm of dreams. Akshara ran after them, touching, hugging, and hoping to get hold of Dev.

"She thinks she's just so perfect with those looks-down-on-me airs. Well, she's about to find out just how wrong she is." Her fists clenched, Jasmine strode toward the VIP section, pounding bass echoing the furious rhythm of her heartbeat. She didn't care who saw her tonight. She didn't care about keeping up appearances anymore. She wanted revenge. Sliding into a booth, Jasmine made sure to pay attention to nothing but the other women around her that were laughing and sipping their expensive cocktails. She reached for a glass of champagne on the table and downed it in one go. The world around her blurred slightly, the alcohol numbing her more than she would have thought.