Jasmine Flamesworth Novels & Stories

Beberapa dari mereka mengenakan jubah merah darah dengan lambang kerajaan vampire yang bersulam emas di dada. Dan kemudian, pemandangan lain menyusul, di dalam sebuah gua yang remang, cahaya biru menyala terang, membentuk pusaran api yang berputar perlahan di udara. Itu bukan api biasa, melainkan Blue Flame, kekuatan magis yang hanya dimiliki oleh Ratu Elenya. Walaupun gambarnya hanya terlihat dari luar gua, Raven dan Dean dapat merasakan betapa dahsyat energi yang terpancar dari nyala api itu. Dean mengerutkan kening, merasa ada sesuatu yang aneh dari semua ini. "Apa itu? Apa yang mereka lakukan?"

Itu wajar karena kejadian beberapa hari yang lalu. Aku menutup kelambu. Kopiku terasa hambar di tangan, membuatku tidak berniat menghabiskannya lagi. Di meja, foto-foto korban berserakan. Kulit-kulit yang terbakar, melempuh, bernanah, dan berkerut mengerikan. Wajahnya hampir tak bisa dikenali, padahal di sebelahnya, aku meletakkan foto gadis cantik yang tersenyum senang. Matanya bersinar senang, rambutnya yang pirang seperti karamel berkibar karena angin, dan ditangannya ada pom-pom. Clarissa Jensky.

batin Jasmine yang terus memancarkan kilat petir ke mana-mana. Afrodit dan Meliai mendekat, tetapi karena gelombang besar itu. Mereka jadi terhambat sangat sulit di tembus. Menyerang dengan kekuatan lahar dan api pun dipadamkan langsung dengan air. Ketika menyerang dengan kekuatan penuh. Jasmine menggunakan semua elemen alam. Tato di dahi dan tangannya muncul dan semakin terang. Semua orang yang sedang tidak sadarkan diri, perlahan bangkit kembali. Mereka panik dan syok melihat kekuatan Jasmine yang sudah bangkit di waktu yang salah. Sebab tubuh Jasmine tidak mampu menampung semua energi itu. Kalau terlalu lama jantungnya akan pecah.

Mia: “Maybe the universe is trying to warn her.” Felicia: “Or maybe someone lacks coordination.” Barbara sighed. “Honestly, this night…” Alex pushed back his chair slightly, ready to go after Jasmine --- Inside the Bathroom Jasmine stood at the sink, scrubbing at the stain with shaking hands. “Seriously,” she muttered under her breath, “why is wine always spilled on me? Am I cursed?” She sighed, dabbing at the stubborn red mark. she splashes some of the running water on her face, letting everything that just happened sink in. it was all a bit much, a bit overwhelming, first an arranged marriage, then a contract and now a battlefield instead of a family.

She finally understood why her mother would lose so badly against this woman! “Jasmine, how dare you insult my girlfriend?! I won’t forgive you!” Flint said icily, “A rich young lady like you comes to a place like this every day. How much do you think the share price of Jones Group will drop if I expose the photos of you pestering a man to the reporters?” “Flint, you are so cruel.” Jasmine blinked forlornly. She was a rich young lady who had never suffered, but she was being threatened by her first love at that very moment, and she could not bear it.

She thinks she’s in control. That’s the beauty of it. I smirked to myself darkly, letting out a sinister smile. Jasmine struts across my penthouse like she owns the place, eyes sharp, mouth sharper. She pours herself a drink without asking. She never does. That’s her game. She believes she’s the fire. But even fire doesn’t know who struck the match. “You’ll hit Drake where it hurts,” she says, sipping whiskey like it’s victory. “His pride. His career. His perfect fucking image.”

What then had gotten into her, he wondered? Who was this woman looking at him with eyes full of steel? She stepped onto the stage and reached for the microphone. It felt cold in her fingers. Her heart pounded once. Twice. Then suddenly, a memory flashed in her head. Her mother lay pale in the hospital bed. The unpaid bills. The threat of prison Flora had almost pushed her into. This wasn’t just about pride anymore. This was survival. "Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I am Jasmine Romano and the perfumer of Roodles. And the perfume Jamio was created by me."

How she'd seen him last, she wished, if only she could go back, it would have been a moment she would remember for the remainder of her life. Jasmine took a shaky breath as more tears assaulted her. She swayed on her spot. It was really hot. She was getting light headed. She needed water because her throat was starting to feel very dry. She stumbled back slightly as her vision started failed her. It was really hot. Her head started noe to heavy instead. The flames were drawing near, almost as if they were teasing her. She could have swore they were laughing at her, mocking her. Jasmine looked towards the entrance of the cell, it was covered in smoke but: Was that a figure she saw? Whether it

He thought. Reaching into the pocket of her leather duster, Jasmine pulled out a small flask and screwed off the lid. "Elfy was kind enough to donate his blood to our cause." Never the sharpest tool in the shed, Francisco scowled in confusion. "Not that I’m opposed to draining the nasty elf, but what good is his blood?" Jasmine waved the flask beneath his nose. "Such a poignant, fruity scent. Quite unique. " "Yeah, Victoria's Secret should bottle it for her spring collection."