The Devil In Her Dreams By Jasmine Novels & Stories

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.

Her eyes were bloodshot, and she swiped a hand across one of them. "Don't fucking look at me like that, PJ!" she lashed out. "It must feel nice to be so fucking perfect all the time! Ooh! I'm Jasmine! I love Artemis and I'm so sweet and innocent. Everyone thinks I saved myself for my mate even though I was going at it with Blake and Luke at the same time." "What!" I screamed.

"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.

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

It wasn't the first time she had left home that way and remembering the gold old days brought her a sense of nostalgia. She remained in her hotel room for the rest of the approaching 24 hours and on the second night, she decided to let go of herself and have some fun. Dressed in a beautiful silver dress, she found her way into the booming Devil’s Den club. A popular one known around the entire country. The bass of the music thumped against her chest as she made her way towards the bar to get herself a drink straight away. The air was thick with alcohol and cigar, a scent she was extremely familiar with and wasn't affected by it at all.

Eyes closed, head tossed back, like she’d died and come back possessed. She was young but wild, barely a woman. My kind of fucked up. She wasn’t like the others who threw themselves at me. She didn’t even know I was watching. And yet, every move screamed for someone - anyone -to finally see her. I saw her. Not the body, Not the beauty, But the crack in her soul. She seemed like the kind of girl who'd scream into pillows at night, not for pleasure, but to forget. Anyway, She looked… appetizing, . a puzzle with one jagged piece missing — and maybe, just maybe, I could be that final piece.Or better - maybe I could break her completely, then show her what it feels like to shatter the right way.

Then, slowly— “I met a goddess,” she said. “She was… terrifying. And beautiful. And she didn’t like me.” Mark tilted his head. “And you didn’t like her either?” “Not at all. We could barely stand each other, and she's so intimidating.” Aria muttered. He chuckled. “And then?” She leaned in even closer now, her voice dropping further. “I met the devil.” That made him pause. Just for a fraction of a second. Then he smiled again.