Jasmine Flamesworth の小説・ストーリー

Flame said and looked at Cisco. She smiled sadly. "This look on your face.. That's what I was so scared of seeing. What now? You're going to hate me just like everyone hates Amour huh? You're gonna judge me too? All my whole life the only thing I was thought was how to kill, how am I supposed to act like all girls do? How am I supposed to love you like other girls will do when I don't even know how to love myself" Flame spoke as tears poured down her cheek. "How-"

Jasmine adjusted the stray hair on her forehead to the accurate position, and proudly said, "She suffers from extremely severe allergies and surviving a day in this city is a miracle! Doc. Frost is treating her as a research subject! So, I will treat her as a research subject too!" After Jasmine finished speaking, she turned and walked away with a flip of her body. Frost entered the consultation room and the experts from various departments began reporting the results of the thief's CT scan and several feasible surgical options.

She was hoping for him to say something, but he never did. "I guess you're right," Ahankara smiled back, before sighing. "That's just how fate works." She looked at Yashvir with tender eyes and a soft smile. "Flames, no matter how dangerous, always seem to be drawn towards roses." - - - - - -

Oblivious to his mood, Ella cozied up and latched onto his arm as she cooed, "I knew you'd see sense, Simon. You can't just flip-flop on something as big as marriage." Her face lit up with excitement as she tugged him inside. "See, I tossed out all of that girl's junk. There's not a thing left. She had it coming, treating you like that. She deserves to be left with nothing." Simon's anger erupted, and he shook off her grip. "How dare you?!" He bolted to our bedroom, burst through the door, and found it wiped clean of my existence. Even the half-used bottle of shower gel by the tub was gone. He loved its scent on me, and I had never switched it since.

You thought you could erase me? Watch me etch my name in every breath you take. I am not soft. I am not sweet. I am not yours. I am fire. And fire never begs to be seen.

I would then greet him with a warm kiss to ease his fatigue from that day's work. But today, my gaze was fixed on his coat. I had gifted him that coat last month. In the news broadcast earlier, Kaden wore this black coat while holding hands with Gwendolyn Crawford. The two of them stood closely together like they were the couple of the year. The Flarian media had touted them as the "perfect match" while congratulating the Zacariases and the Crawfords for this joyful union. But when I refreshed the page, all these posts disappeared in the next moment.

Damien said, his voice sounding incredibly soft yet terrifyingly hollow. The woman swallowed hard, her small hands clutching the edge of her dark robes as she tried to maintain her composure under his intense scrutiny. "My name is Jasmine, Alpha Damien, and I have served the secret order as the primary scribe for the last twelve seasons," she answered, her voice trembling slightly with an underlying fear that she could not entirely conceal.

I eye the smashed bowl and remnants of a ceaser salad on the floor at the young chefs feet. “Sorry Alpha, I wasn’t watching where I was going. I walked into the back of Chef Zeke and the bowl slipped out of my hands” I nod. “Happens to the best of us” I eye Zeke and raise an eyebrow. He is well aware that scare tactics is not how I run things around here or in the pack. I might have the final say but I like to think my pack follow my lead with some level of freedom rather than being dictated. He turns away from my gaze, clear that my unspoken message was heard. As I turn to head back to the front door I am suddenly hit by the most delicious smell. A mix of vanilla and rose hits my nose and m

"Sir, I sent the investigator, it's her!" Inside the luxurious Rolls Royce, the noble man nonchalantly glanced out the window. A group of female students talking and laughing while talking was coming from afar, standing out among them was a tall, slender girl with a very beautiful face with big blue eyes and chestnut hair. smooth. She wears a light yellow dress, holding a large stack of books in her arms. "Is it her?" The car door was lowered, Liam lowered his cigarette and narrowed his eyes at "prey" with undisguised hatred.