Yu Gi-oh Gx Jasmine Novels & Stories

Jasmine smoothed down her skirt before she headed for the outhouse where her mother was buried. Reaching the house, she saw someone coming out of it. Their eyes crashed and a sense of familiarity dawned on them. The lady was in her early twenties, she dyed her hair blue yet the roots were dark. A tattoo ran from her neck going down to her stomach which was covered by the Dolman sleeve lilac shirt she had on. On her arm, she hung a Celine cantine bag. " Sydney?" The words rolled out of Jasmine's mouth with so much emotion. Her eyes inadvertently moved to the bouquet left on the tomb.

And I wouldn't judge or blame them for that, I was once a victim after all. “W-we had a little problem w-with…” Desiree stammered out. “With what?!” Giovanni cut in, “huh? What stupid explanation do all three of you have looking like Egyptian mummies?” “T-the makeup, sir Giovanni, the mak–” Jasmine answered, her voice was shaky but then it suddenly trailed off which I assumed was out of fear because Giovanni had started advancing towards her. I felt my blood boil to over a thousand degrees as the thought of Giovanni laying his sick hands on Jasmine, like he did to me reeled into my head.

Paramigini questioned me and I turned to look at Jasmine “We want two horses, some food and a silver stone dagger” I said thoughtfully “What do you want..” I further added looking at Jasmine Jasmine thought for couple of minute before she replied “Ahh……. I want some medicinal herbs and my grandmother book….” Paramigini went quite after Jasmine mentioned her grandmother name but she was quick to conceal her stunned expression “Off course…. I’ll get those books for you….” Paramigini said. Once our conversation were done Paramigini than quickly pulled out something from her sleeve and handed to me

Enzo: You’re such a fucking tease x Enzo: I hope you actually wear that lacy number. Enzo: My dick is getting hard just thinking about the way you look in it. I rolled my eyes. Jasmine: Are we going to your place, then? X Enzo: Yeah. Enzo: Want me to come pick you up? Jasmine: No, it’s fine babe. Jasmine: I’ll take a cab. Jasmine: See you soon x Enzo: I can’t wait to see you.

Their gazes moved from my face to Sebastian, then dropped to the hand he still had at my waist. “Jasmine.” The woman’s voice came from the left side of the hall. Zenna Romano broke away from a group of board members before they could finish whatever they were saying. She wore a simply cut navy gown and a delicate necklace that probably cost as much as a school building. Her black hair was swept into a neat bun. A tablet rested in her left hand, and she wore the expression of someone who had already solved twelve problems since the afternoon. The moment her eyes found my face, that expression disappeared.

Flora added. The host turned to Jasmine, "You have nothing to add, miss?" Jasmine smiled faintly, "I've always been a firm believer that what's for me is for me. And so, if there are people who seek to take from me, then they must also be ready to bear the crosses I bear." Jasmine said confidently. From the VIP balcony above— A tall figure watched silently. Jasper D’Angelo’s gaze never left Jasmine. He watched the way she stood straight under pressure. The way she didn’t beg. Didn’t cry. Didn’t crumble.

Jaxson at that moment reached for my hands and took them into his, as he stares deep into my eyes, and says, “Quinn, you are my mate and my pack’s Luna. The Moon Goddess has blessed us with a bond.” Tilting my head to the side as I looked at him with confusion, I say to him, “Jaxson, I have no clue what you are talking about. You’re going to have to explain all of this to me.” Jaxson squeezed my hands and gave me a soft smile, before he said, “I will explain it all to you, but right now your father would like to speak with you. I think maybe it is best to speak with him first and then I can explain everything else to you later.”

She stated. Jasmine rolled her eyes but instead sipped on her water; she needed enough lubrication to be able to clear this woman once and for all. They were fond of themselves so much that they refused to see the handwriting on the wall but instead, blamed another person for not reading it properly to them.

“Jasmine,” came the reply, soft but clear from the other side of the door. *Who the hell is Jasmine?* I thought, my brow furrowing as I tried to place the name. My mind was already a tangled mess, and this new intrusion felt like one more thing I didn’t have the energy to deal with. I moved to the door, my hand hesitating on the handle for a moment before I pulled it open. Standing there was a girl, beautiful in a quiet way, with big hazel eyes that stared at me without blinking, like she was trying to memorize every detail of my face. She looked about my age, maybe a little younger, her expression caught somewhere between curiosity and nervousness. Her gaze felt intense, almost overwhelming

she asked with a confident smile. The woman was stunning, strong and intimidating with an air of mystery. She wore a dress with a low back, showing off a large phoenix tattoo. The tattoo gave her an untouchable aura, like she had risen from something difficult, carrying a story only she knew, a story which with hints of sadness. “I’m doing well, Gia,” Damien replied. “And you?” Giovanna laughed lightly as her tone was calm. “What could possibly happen to me?” “Right…” Damien said. Then he asked, “How is Gideon?”