The Devil In Her Dreams By Jasmine Novels & Stories

Quickly, she pulled the window curtains tighter, trying to block out the view that unsettled her. Jasmine returned to her bed, but this time it was hard for her to close her eyes again. Every time she tried, shadows of her past invaded, making her feel trapped in an endless nightmare. Finally, she gave up trying to sleep and decided to find a distraction. She reached out to the small table beside her bed and took one of the books Fiona had left. It was a romance novel—a genre Jasmine usually didn't like. But tonight, she had no other choice. She opened the first page, trying to immerse herself in a story that might help her forget her nightmares, even if only for a while.

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Devil! "Devil?" I asked her to repeat what she said. "Aren't you?" And I knew she was gone for the night. "Wait! I will teach you what a devil can do to you," and she ran upstairs to protect herself from me. I watched her run up the stairs, a smile stretched across my face. She was laughing, her infectious giggle filling the room, and I couldn't help but join in. I chased after her, feeling the excitement and energy of the moment.

Its not like he never told her that he was the devil. He approached her door and already knowing that it was locked he vanished and appeared inside. Maria turned to see Asmo again but this time she was ready for him.If he was really the Devil then he would feel the sting of her secret wea pons.She pulled out a glass of what seemed like water and spilled it on Asmo screaming,"Be gone you Demon".Nothing happened and she was hit with the reality that she just soaked her new boss on his very first day.

In his domination, Kill had finally gotten what he wanted, his prize was beneath him, and he could smell her sweet scent, and it drove him crazier as he violated the breasts that were before him. "Baby girl, you know you look tempting, right?" He was looking at the red-eyed Jasmine with an evil smile. " You're mine today and I'm going to have you the way I want." No! This was not happening to her. Jasmine thought it had to be a really bad dream.

Aiden pulled back slightly, his hands moving over her frantically, checking her arms, her face, her legs, making sure she wasn't hurt. She looked fine. A little pale, maybe, with red eyes from crying, but fine. Except… There was a small band-aid on her ankle. Aiden's blood went cold. His eyes shot up to Vito, and the look on his face was pure murder. Vito raised his eyebrows. "What?" "What the hell happened to her ankle?" Aiden demanded, his voice tight. "She tripped running away from one of Gianna's guards. Scraped it on some gravel." Vito shrugged. "You should be lucky that's all she has."

But Jasmine herself was already a big problem, whether as Daniel's former fiancée, the fake heiress of the Wilson Family, or a woman who had been bullied and humiliated by nearly everyone in San Francisco's affluent circle. Drowsy and unaware of how long she had been sleeping, Jasmine had a long, long dream. In the dream, she fell into a bottomless abyss, unable to breathe or cry out. She struggled until a hand grabbed her, forcibly pulling her out of the water. "No!" Startled awake, Jasmine woke up in a panic while breathing rapidly. The car had come to a stop at some point, and she was alone, lying across the back seat while covered with Ethan's clothes.

What then had gotten into her, he wondered? Who was this woman looking at him with eyes full of steel? She stepped onto the stage and reached for the microphone. It felt cold in her fingers. Her heart pounded once. Twice. Then suddenly, a memory flashed in her head. Her mother lay pale in the hospital bed. The unpaid bills. The threat of prison Flora had almost pushed her into. This wasn’t just about pride anymore. This was survival. "Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I am Jasmine Romano and the perfumer of Roodles. And the perfume Jamio was created by me."

he whispered, voice low, dark, teasing. Her fingers slid over his chest, tracing the ridges of muscle as she closed the last inch between them, lips brushing his. “If I can’t kill the devil…” she murmured, voice trembling with fire, “then when I take my revenge… you’ll wish for anything but death.” Her eyes locked on his in a promise. “I will make you taste tears of blood, dear devil.”

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