The Devil In Her Dreams By Jasmine Novels & Stories

The questions. It didn’t. The marks on my palm stayed. Door #2. Soon. I stared at those words until the water ran cold. Until the steam cleared and I saw myself in the mirror. Not the same Jasmine who went to sleep at midnight. Not the girl who used to laugh too loud or forget her charger or eat cereal at 2 a.m. This Jasmine looked… hollow. Like she was waiting for something that might not ever come back. —

Offered herself. And when she said I'll do anything, my cock twitched in my goddamn slacks. Pathetic. But true. I drag on my cigar, exhaling smoke toward the tinted glass. Outside, the city blurs by. Inside, it smells of fear, chloroform, and roses, the crushed bouquet we threw in the car with her. She stirs, groaning softly. My eyes snap to her. Her lips part, full and pink. Her lashes flutter like she's fighting the weight of the drug. For a second, she looks like some porcelain doll someone forgot in the wrong neighborhood. Too soft. Too pretty. Too breakable.

Jasmine smiled widely, looking at Daniel and he looked at her with wide eyes, not believing that Jasmine had been lying to him all this time. Alexander stroked and squeezed Jasmine's hand that was hugging him, making her almost scream in pain. “I told you to wait in the car,” Alex said in his deep voice. His tone was as gentle as when he spoke to Aria. But only Jasmine knows that he is actually a devil in sheep's clothing. She was so scared and in great pain. But she still holds on, for the sake of her life, her mother’s and her father’s.

Left alone in the darkness, Rhye tilted back his head and shouted in anger. Jasmine savagely kicked the young male demon, coiled into a tight ball of anguish on the ground as she stood in the midst of Stephen's empty cave. She'd been crouched in the darkness for hours, waiting for Livia and the Alpha Rhye to emerge from the cave. Or, at the very least, to indicate that they were ready for the approaching morning. She'd finally had enough of the waiting. Patience was reserved for losers, not for queens determined to make their imprint on the world. Jasmine crept up the steep cliff, motioning for the demon she'd summoned to maintain guard to follow her.

“Anyways you have the powers Jesus has. Able to heal the sick, nearly raise the dead. You are it Jasmine. And you are perfect.” Jasmine's heart started to beat way too loud in her chest. She couldn’t believe what the devil was telling her. He was a liar. He manipulated like his demons, why would she believe him, but yet there was so much truth in his explanation and it was easier to believe one side of the story when no one has heard the other. If everything he said was true then that meant the fate of the world rested on her shoulders like it did Jesus.

, Noah's comment made me blush as he is staring at me from start. "Let's take our seats", Amy told. After like 10 minutes the ceremony started. Jasmine is really beautiful. "She is beautiful", I told Amy. "She is", Amy smiled. Though Jasmine can be bitch she is a good girl except acting like me. That really made me angry in past. She will behave like me. I felt little uncomfortable as whatever I do she'll do too. I initially thought that she is just like me but Amy showed to me that she is acting deliberately as me. From then I don't like her.

I looked at her, truly looked: the swollen eyes, the stubborn mouth, the pale line across her palm where a silver thread had gone to ground. “You’re braver than I am,” I said. “I’m scared out of my mind.” She laid the letter on my knee and covered it with her hand. “I’m just doing it anyway.” I turned my palm over beneath hers, and she laced her fingers through mine. We sat that way for a long time. The lamps hissed. Down the corridor, a clock I’d never seen before began to strike eleven. The side door crashed open. Jasmine skidded into the room with her shirt half-buttoned and her hair wild, her face the color of tallow. Her eyes had gone completely brown. She wasn’t looking at either of us

Lucien POV I observe the woman beside me. Her sweat glistened on her skin, her gasps never seemed to end. Her eyes are grey like ash, and her hair like a well-lit cigar. The car was covered by the scent of her perfume, a smell of fresh cherry blossom lingered in the air. The constant puffing of her chest is like waves dancing in a rhythm. I felt a sudden urge in my body as I found myself strangely captivated by her being.

But now, fate had thrown a different heir into the arena. “But Boss… where is she? Who is she? How do we even find her?” one voice finally asked. Denis lit the cigarette, took a slow drag, then exhaled the smoke into the air. “She’s a university girl. Young. Unaware. But she belongs to us. And we will bring her under our protection.” He paused. “But make no mistake—this is not charity. This is war. Zayn and Alex know she’s the key. They’ll try to get to her before we do.”

But all that matters his get brother's health. Liam widened his eyes in shock, What the h*ll is she doing. She's just in her bra and panties. She's crying,, the tears yet again. "Jasmine! What are you doing?" She sniffed... "Doing what I should have been done. I'm your private stripper, you wanted me to strip for you right? in exchange for Money...I'm ready" She said. Liam stood up, walking to her,,, his face held no expression. she got everything wrong. He's eyes lingering on the traces of tears on her face.