Jasmin Turner Novels & Stories

I headed towards the kitchen. I had barely made it to the doorway when a girl stepped in my path. She was pretty enough with her black hair teased up from her face and the tiniest mini skirt I had ever seen. But everything from that to her makeup seemed to beg for attention. She giggled when I stopped. “Hi, You’re Jax Turner, aren’t you? From Dionysus Rising?”

He asked her, "I can arrange for that to happen. Jarvis could take you to go see them whenever you want to." "Thanks." She mouthed, yet her expression remained melancholic. "Do you want anything else?" She raised her attention from her hands to him, and said, "Jasmine had always wanted to become a model." "And?" "Now, she works as a server in an ice cream parlor, looking like the shadow of her former self. Something must've gone wrong after I left." She voiced out to him,

“I’ve been called worse by men who begged with their teeth on my thigh.” Gasps. One woman choked on her breath. Jasmine turned—slowly—to the room. “Yes. I was taken. Sold. Stripped. Branded. Trained to please men like him.” She pointed at Gralin without looking. “I learned how to swallow my scream. How to arch just right. How to moan like I meant it.” Her voice dropped lower. Intimate. Laced with honey and knives. “But that’s not the shame.” She stepped down into the crowd now, dress hissing around her ankles like fire.

the woman asked amused. "That obvious?" "Oh, painfully." Jasmine huffed. "Well, I was doing fine earlier, but my—" She stopped herself before calling Chad her fiancé out loud. "My… support system bailed on me." The woman raised an eyebrow but didn’t pry. Instead, she tilted her head toward the slope. "Lucky for you, I’m a pretty decent teacher. Name’s Georgia, by the way." "Jasmine." She introduced. "Nice to meet you, Jasmine. Looks like your partner left, couldn't keep you upright anymore. " She joked and Jasmine laughed though it was dry.

“Keep talking, Amelia. I know you are afraid, but trust me I will find you. I just need to reach your mind.” “Who are you? How are you able to do this?” Amelia asked. “Am I going crazy?” Jasmine scoffed. “No. I’m Jasmine Peters. I may be the crazy one. Just keep talking to me okay. It will be over soon. I know you are afraid.” “Yes please, please! I’m running out of air!”

the woman said, her red lips curving into a smile. Bryan gave a brief nod. “Evening.” “I’m Jasmine, your makeup artist for tonight.” She extended a hand, and Bryan shook it briefly before letting go. “These are my assistants, Bella and Sienna,” she continued, gesturing to the two younger girls, who smiled shyly. Bryan simply nodded again. He wasn’t one for small talk. Jasmine stepped closer, eyeing him with open admiration. “Wow… I’ve seen pictures of you before, but you look even better in person.”

her seatmate—a petite Black woman with a stylish pixie cut—asked, raising a curious brow. “None of your business,” Jasmine hissed, snatching her phone and standing abruptly. The woman flinched, watching as Jasmine stormed out of the HR department, her heels clicking against the floor with a fury that echoed down the hallway. Jasmine’s pace slowed as she neared the ladies’ restroom. She glanced left, then right, making sure no one was watching before slipping inside. In the mirror, her reflection stared back—flawless makeup, glossy hair, lips painted the perfect shade of red. “I’m beautiful,” she whispered to herself. “Beautiful enough to be the woman next to him. It should be me. Not that go

During the drive to the restaurant where she would meet Danzell, Jasmine's mind wandered, trying to understand her feelings towards her mother and Danzell. Jasmine walked into the restaurant, seeing Danzell's wide smile as he greeted her. However, Jasmine responded coldly, maintaining the haughty demeanor that had become her public image. As a top model, Jasmine was known for her minimal humility, arrogance, and lack of sympathy. For her, it was a way to protect herself. Without much small talk, Jasmine sat down. She wanted to finish this dinner as quickly as possible. Today had already been exhausting with an energy-draining photoshoot. However, that was just wishful thinking when Danzell b

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.

Sunny winks at Nina and smiles at the lady, "This is my best friend, Nina Morrison. She is single now. If you have the right one, please help introduce him to her!" The lady's eyes brighten, "Really? How old are you? My younger brother just broke up with his girlfriend and wants to find the right girlfriend!" A sneer comes from behind, "Mrs. Jones, Miss Morrison and your younger brother may not be a good match!" Everyone turns around. Jasmine is wearing a white floor-length skirt. Her hair is in a bun and towering, with a camellia as big as the mouth of a bowl on it. She is standing behind them with a smile.