Novels by LordSmut

"Where's this fucking top." I whispered while standing in front of my closet, looking through the clothes, trying to find a specific pink shirt. Four days had passed since my awful date with Alexander, and he had been ignoring my calls. But today wasn't about him. Today was about spending time with my best friend, Prisca, and catching up on the latest installment of our favorite movie series.We've been following the series for over a year now, and every month, we would make it a point to go to the cinema together. It was our special bonding time, and I was looking forward to it.But first, I needed to find that pink top. I have a feeling it would be perfect for our outing today. I noticed a pink fabric and swiftly took the hanger, only to find out it was the incorrect one. I exhaled deeply and moved my head side to side, taking a step back to examine the collections laid out before me. Where is it? I thought to myself. My father had asked me to move back in with him so he could keep

JASMINE"Dad, good morning." I greet him, but he ignores it. Eventually, he turns around, holding a glass of drink in his left hand. He moved over to the dining table and picked up a file throwing it at me, i fumbled to catch the file."What’s this?" I questioned while looking over. I've never come across my father in a mood like this before. He is usually strict, but this feels different. I gradually opened the file and finds a letter from my university. Snapping it shut without reading, I immediately realized that my father knows about my academic struggles.I sighed with relief suspecting that my father was mistaken earlier about a future husband. Given he hasn’t commented on it, i believe I'm safe for now."Dad, I’m genuinely sorry; please let me explain."I attempted to calm my father, trying to devise a suitable lie. "Jasmine take a sit." He said as he dropped the glass on the table, the sound making me to jump. "Jasmine, I have news to share with you," he states, his voice ste

JASMINEI slowly blinked awake, it felt as if my night was spent digging a drainage in my dream. My entire body hurt, and I experienced intense pain in my head. My eyes adjusted to the sunlight shining through the window and I rolled to the side, expecting to meet the familiar comfort of my pillow. But instead, I was blocked by someone. Surprised, I opened my eyes to find a masculine figure lying sexily next to me. A sudden headache struck me as I attempted to recall the events of the previous night. Pieces of memories started to emerge, and I couldn’t trust what I saw. I had done so many crazy things.In a quick motion, I got off the bed and began picking up my scattered belongings. I hastily put on my skirt and top, my hands shaking slightly as I tried to process the situation. However, as I glanced around, I noticed that my pant was missing. I bent down to look for it, making an effort to be as silent as I could to avoid disturbing the stranger. But my efforts were in vain."Are

JASMINELeaving the house Prisca's question of what I was going to do brought back memories of what happened during our high school days that caused me to pull a trigger, she's scared I would do something out of the ordinary but tonight was different. The ride I ordered arrived, and I hopped in, heading to our favorite bar to drown my sorrows. As I stepped into the bar, Joe the bartender, welcomed me cheerfully. "Hello, Jas! It's been a while since I've seen you and Prisca. Where's your partner in crime tonight?"Instead of answering, I ordered a glass of scotch. while pouring he asked, "Is everything okay, Jas?" I hesitated, shaking my head and taking a sip instead.The scotch burned down my throat, stirring something deeper inside. Memories of Frederick flooded my mind, and tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. Just then, a man walked in and took the seat next to me and ordered brandy. I caught a glimpse of him, thinking, "Brandy is so boring." I ordered another shot, and Joe o

JASMINEThe street is lonely as I walk along, my feet nearly unable to carrying me forward. My eyes are directed at the floor, yet my thoughts are in another place. Tears flow down my face, repeatedly I brush them away with the back of my hand. "How could you, Frederick?" I murmur softly, my voice shaking. "What made you treat me this way?" Reflecting on my first encounter with Frederick, I Remember the instant spark from his kind and gentle nature when i met him at the orphanage, where I had gone to volunteer on my 18th birthday. Reflecting on that day. To me, it was love on the go from when I set my eyes on him. My phone rings in my bag, the noise interrupting my thoughts. I wish it's Frederick, anticipating he'll clarify everything, but my spirits drop when I notice Prisca's name lighting up the screen. I'm not feeling like talking to anyone, particularly not Prisca. I ignore the call, but Prisca keeps calling back. I turn off my phone, not wanting Prisca to catch me in this st