Total Drama Jasmine Novels & Stories

Jasmine looked across the river at the broken, human form of the husband she had used and the newly awakened Princess who had destroyed her layout, her lips curling into a cold, triumphant smile. ​"The ledger is closed, Damon," Jasmine shouted through the steam, her finger resting on the primary broadcast switch of the transmitter. "The new layout belongs to the south now. You are both nothing but dead ink." ​Elara raised her left hand, preparing to unleash a final, crescent wave of white kinetic plasma to obliterate the transmitter, but her energy flickered. ​A sudden, sharp spike of freezing iron pressure shot straight through her ankle from the dark of the sulfur-water below.

She only planted traces. --- Meanwhile, at the main branch office, Christopher ended a call with an impatient expression. “Who is that woman?” he asked his assistant. “Jasmine,” the assistant replied hesitantly. “She’s registered as a partner representative.” Christopher frowned. “Partner of whom?” The assistant swallowed. “Central data.” The name made Christopher’s jaw tighten. --- Toward noon, Jasmine stepped out of the building. The sky was bright, the wind moving gently. She walked a few steps before her phone vibrated.

Zara didn’t look at her, her eyes were on Hudson, she couldn’t believe that she had bought his lie, believed that he was going to save her, that he felt something, when in reality he didn’t feel a thing, didn’t even recognise her. Jasmine didn’t look back as she ran towards the house, her heart pounding in her chest, Zara had seen something and she could only imagine what it was that she was going to do with the latest information that she had found. “So, this is what it has always been about?” she asked. Hudson sighed, “What are you talking about?” he had expected that she would be happy with the fact that she had something on jasmine, anything to keep her far from her. “Tell me, is this so

“They’ll both be there. One slip, one whisper, and I’ll make the press eat her alive.” Perfect. I tilt my glass toward her. “Let me know what you need.” I already know what I need. She doesn’t see it yet. That I’ve already mapped every step. That I’ve already set the trap. Because Jasmine will do what she always does best, burn everything too fast, too hot. She’ll make the cracks. And I’ll drive the knife, deep that they can't get back on their feet. “Drake won’t know what hit him,” Jasmine smirks.

Jasmine started, she stared into the air dreamily. “I am not going to be the Luna of… any pack and Alpha Dario does not love me, can you please stop saying that.” I replied perplexed. I don’t want any of this complications, I just want a happy simple life away from the Alpha Dario/Lady Nicole drama. “You are gonna be our Luna! I can already see it happening!” Jasmine squealed in excitement. No i am not. I replied in my mind because I am not in the mood to argue, I’m just trying to figure out what to do with the gown.

She asks as she turns around sharply. “Then tell Leo to beat his ass.” I shrug and laugh. A lot of people didn’t know this but Jasmine was a hopeless romantic in the best and worst sense. She loved fully and deeply. And she almost had her fairytale once. She had dated a man named Ricardo for three years and they were even engaged. She believed this was her happily ever after until she caught him with his pants around his ankles, legs straddled around his waist and arms wrapped around one of her models at her fashion show. It devastated her. She moved out of the house she bought for them and moved back into this very house where she locked herself up for a whole year - crying and eating enoug

"Hey, Aaron! Did you know this!?" My friend Jasmine was just released from her schedule today. She is a pornstar too, second to someone I admire. She and I never worked together but since we were from the same university and she was my senior who inspired me into this field, I respect her vastly. Jasmine holds a pamphlet in her hand and swings it on my face. Removing the bands of the camera strings from my hand, I hold onto the pamphlet to read it briefly.

Ignoring the fiery glares of the only man present in the room, Jasmine called Dhara over to herself, her voice suddenly as soft as a feather. When Dhara made no move except tapping her gaze from left to right, probably unsure of everything going on, Jasmine shuffled over to them herself and cupped her cheek gently. She felt the other girl’s jaw ground beneath her palm and a nervous swallow that had her throat bob a little. It was obvious Jasmine had freaked the poor girl out. Her brown eyes had turned so wide with confusion and nervousness that the witch felt her heart break a little.

Zachary that she wasn't expecting it to be taken away from her so suddenly. She feels extremely hopeless and scared of what the future holds for her. Tristan is the only good thing that has ever happened to her and she doesn't want to lose him. She can't tell if this is love or something else, but she never wants to be apart from Tristan. But sadly, that's one of the many her dreams that will never come to pass. Suddenly some men came into the room and grabbed Jasmine, they laid her on the bed and peeled her cloth off her. She quickly covered up with her hand but her hands were not enough.

Jasmine’s eyes lit up with excitement as she said, “In the middle of snowy mountains, surrounded by white flowers and pure white decoration.” Eric laughed, “Are you sure? I may freeze like ice cream in that cold!” Jasmine looked at him and softly let out her wild reply, “Mr. Husband, I will be there for you.” “…..” Eric was stunned for a moment even his hand started shaking. Obviously he can't imagine his aggressive cat like wife turned to be a flurt just after one night of intimacy. --- Meanwhile, back at Davis Palace, Sandra, Kiara, and Kiara’s father had already found out the shocking truth—that Jasmine was Aaron Davis’s only daughter not Rosleena. The three of them were extremely scared