Jasmine Flamesworth の小説・ストーリー

by stressing little bird more to make Xavier think we are pretty close. "Hai Mr.Thompson,I am jasmine Warner", I gave him firm hand shake so that he can think me as a strong person, with a smile on my face and I am sure in maintaining blank look through my eyes,so he can never recognize me. But I know we both are aware of sudden sparks between us while we are having handshake.

Watching this pair of shameless lovers put on such a melodramatic show in front of me almost made me gag. With a mocking sneer, I said, "You should feel guilty. My dear husband chose to save his old flame while leaving his actual wife to fend for herself. If I were to spread the word, do you think the two of you would be drowned in public outrage?" Celestine stiffened for a moment at my words, but she quickly recovered and suddenly lunged toward the wall as if to bash her head against it. "Let me die! Let me die! It's my fault Ophelia got burned. I'll compensate her with my life!"

But to them the word sibling didn't really call out to them. Mury laughed getting closer to Mona. "I remember how we came about the name. So much that it still burns right here" she revealed the scar on her arm. That had been caused by her burning herself as a child. She cried at the time unable to compare the pain to anything else in the world but her two flames had an idea to help her with the pain. "You both came up with it as if it had always in my minds. Flames because they hurt like shit but together they create this magic about them. Like right now we're getting warmed by it but we get close we will get burnt. And we burn for each other like flames. Nothing can put us out. Not

He slid the card in, opened the door, and stepped inside like he lived there. Tamara, 24-year-old blondie young woman already waiting, curled up on the king-sized bed, wearing nothing but a thin silk robe and her signature red lipstick. Her phone was in her hand, but the moment she saw him, she tossed it aside. “Took you long enough,” she said with a smirk, stretching lazily like a cat. Rumero shut the door behind him, loosened his shirt buttons, and walked toward her. “Had to deal with Natasha first. She swallowed the bait—hook, line, and sinker.”

I wanted it to keep him up at night. "Well, you're the one who taught me to deal with my negative emotions by venting with a shout before confronting it and resolving it. Why aren't you taking your own advice?" Upon hearing Monica's reminder to James, I felt such a tightness in my chest that I thought I'd died once again. Following James' first mission as a firefighter, he developed insomnia after having witnessed someone die with his own eyes. I was the one who stuck with him through those grueling times. I gave up on my high-paying job as a translator and chose to stay at home so that I could look after the emotionally scarred James. Even so, he still blamed himself for not saving everyone

Wanita itu pun membalas dengan cara yang sama. “Kenalin, Jes—she is mine, Fidyana Rosmalina.” Egi memperkenalkan Afi kepada wanita itu. Kalimatnya hampir serupa saat dia memperkenalkan Afi pada Tiara. Bedanya ada pada tambahan berikut; “Kalau orang-orang biasa manggil dia Afi. Kalau saya lebih suka Rosmalina.” “Oh, wow! Ada panggilan kesayangan rupanya.” Wanita itu berkomentar dengan nada bercanda, lalu mengulurkan tangan. “Saya Jessica. Hari ini udah resmi partner-an sama Egi.”

Pendingin ruangan di kamar itu pun tak bisa mengubah suhu panas tubuh mereka yang dilingkupi gairah penuh hasrat. Kancing atasan Jasmine sudah terbuka. Tubuh atasnya sudah terpampang dengan bra berwarna nude. Bibir Damian mulai turun ke rahang lalu lama hinggap di leher Jasmine. Hisapan penuh gairah membuat Jasmine refleks menekan kepala Damian. "Aargh... Mas!" desah Jasmine dengan mata terpejam. Rasanya begitu nikmat. Sama seperti yang sudah mereka lalui, sentuhan Damian memang membuat Jasmine mabuk. Dengan mudahnya kemarahan yang sempat memenuhi rongga dadanya menguap.

‘Jadi selama ini… aroma itu dari sini? Tatapannya terpaku pada dada yang naik-turun dan masih terbungkus kain penyangga yang basah, lalu kembali menatap wajah Jasmine yang kini merah padam dengan mata berkaca-kaca, campuran antara malu dan sakit. “Aroma mawar vanila itu…” gumam Zein pelan, “...ternyata berasal dari tubuhmu.” Jasmine menelan ludah.

Florence reprimanded Jasmine, she was supposed to make sure the king liked her, not make him angry “Aunt… that girl… she… she turned into something ugly… she was bleeding and… I didn't touch her, I swear,” Jasmine defended herself. She only wanted to scare Elina just like she did when they were young, but who knew Elina would turn into that “You can't harm her… are you insane…stop fooling around, or the consequences will be fatal,” Florence spat out through gritted teeth, lowering her voice so that no one heard her. Jasmine didn't understand a word she said. Why couldn't she harm Elina

The flames of jealousy burned fiercely. Jasmine was so pissed off that she unconsciously raised her voice, instantly shattering her grace. "Her reputation in Bayridge is totally ruined! She has had so many men before. Who knows if she's suffering from any dirty diseases? Aren't you afraid of ruining your own reputation by keeping this woman!" Her words entered the ears of the man who had just entered through the door. As Christopher put down the hand he used to lift the curtain, his body was exuding freezing hostility and his face was gloomy.