—JASMINE.-As I gaze into the mirror, the reflection staring back is almost amazing. I don’t know how they did it, but I look youthful.Three hours of meticulous pampering makeover has transformed me into a vision of elegance and poise. Every strand of hair, every curve of my body, and every nuance of my expression scream confidence.My hair, once a dull, lackluster brown, now cascades down my back like a rich, velvety waterfall. The ombré effect graduates from deep auburn at the roots to subtle hints of brown at the ends, framing my face with warmth and depth. Bobby pins secure stray strands, keeping my face clear and accentuating my features.I slip on my dress, and it shimmers like the night sky, a dazzling blue that seems to shift and change with every movement. The fabric hugs my curves, accentuating my waist and highlighting the gentle swell of my hips. When the light catches it just so, the shimmers explode into rays of colors, mirroring the sparkle in my eyes.Next, I s
—JASMINE- I walk up to the lady, my heels clicking deliberately on the marble floor. Without hesitation, I grab the glass of wine from her hand, feeling the cool crystal between my fingers. Before she can react, I tilt the glass, pouring the crimson liquid over her designer gown. The wine splashes across her chest, staining the fabric an ugly red.Perfect.The lady gasps, shocked, as I release my grip on the glass. It shatters on the floor, the sound echoing through the hall. The guests nearby draw in a collective breath, their faces a mix of horror and fascination.The music stops playing and everyone’s attention turns to us. "What's going on?" someone asks, voice laced with excitement."Oh goodness, it's Jasmine creating a scene," another guest whispers, eyes wide with scandal.Multiple murmurs follow, a cacophony of shock and gossip. But I tune them out, my focus fixed on the lady.They can call me whatever they want – dramatic, slut, or attention-seeking. But involving Wayn
—JASMINE.-I grab a glass of wine and chug it down immediately, seeking the warmth that usually spreads through my chest and down to my throat. But tonight, the wine passes through me without effect, leaving me numb. I crave something stronger, something to ignite a spark within me.After that drama with That Marilyn lady. My eyes scan the bar at the end of the room, settling on the row of colorful shots lined up like soldiers. I go over there and signal the bartender, and he hands me a glowing blue shot glass. I raise it to my lips, feeling the cool glass against my skin."Bottoms up," I whisper to myself, tossing the shot back.The liquid fire burns down my throat, and I welcome the heat. For a moment, it distracts me from the suffocating atmosphere of this party.As I turn to rejoin Wayne, two familiar figures step into my path. Members of the pack's council, men I never thought I'd see tonight, stand before me with somber expressions.I push the lingering taste of the shot t
—JASMINE -As the dusty air begins to settle, the chaos subsides, revealing the devastation. Brick walls, once standing tall, now lie in ruins. Denzel emerges from the rubble, his rugged frame dust-covered, his eyes locked onto mine.He did this! He cradles Azrael in one arm, my child's tiny chest rising and falling with each gentle breath. Beside him stands a hulking woman, her imposing physique present, even under the layers of tattered clothing. Her meaty hand envelops Astria, wrapped in filthy rags.My instincts erupt like the wind, urging me to protect my babies. A primal roar builds in my throat as I charge towards Denzel, ready to tear him apart. My vision blurs with rage, my muscles coiled for the attack.Just as I'm about to lunge, Hades grasps me from behind, his iron-like grip restraining me. "No!" he growls, his voice low and urgent. "Wait!"I struggle against his hold, my eyes fixed on Denzel and the woman, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios. "Let me go!" I sn
JASMINE—-"You will not dare to speak that name in my presence," Denzel growls, his eyes blazing with fury. His face twists into a menacing scowl, and his voice drops to a low, ominous tone.I scoff, rolling my eyes. "What do you think this is? Your sanctuary?" I challenge, my voice dripping with sarcasm.Hades swiftly intervenes, grasping my hand in a firm but gentle grip. He shakes his head, his eyes pleading with me to back down.But I'm beyond reason. Denzel's arrogance is infuriating, and I can't resist pushing his buttons."Come on, Denzel," I taunt. "You think you own this place?"Denzel's face purples with rage. "It's not my sanctuary to be precise," he snarls, "but it will be in a very short amount of time."The room falls silent, with all eyes on our tense standoff. Denzel's gaze sweeps the room, his eyes lingering on the cowering guests huddled in the corner.I follow his gaze and catch his sly grin. It's a fleeting moment, but I see the calculation in his eyes. He's enjoy
—JASMINE.-"You just made a grave mistake," Denzel growls, his eyes blazing with fury."I'm the one holding a claw over your throat; be wise," Hades warns, his voice dripping with menace.With a swift motion, Hades shoves his finger into Denzel's neck. The claw penetrates the skin, but surprisingly, there's no blood, no reaction.It's as if Hades has stabbed a lifeless doll, a hollow shell.Hades doesn't seem shocked; instead, he adapts quickly.He withdraws his claw and grabs Denzel by the neck, squeezing with supernatural strength.Denzel's voice sounds hoarse, but his words remain defiant."Bold of you to assume your little trick you should perform for your kids would end me," Denzel scoffs.His eyes flash with amusement."That's because you're already dead; you've been dead a long time ago," Ezra declares.His voice echoes through the space, commanding attention.Ezra steps forward, positioning himself me and in front of Denzel l.He faces Denzel, his gaze piercing."You see, Den
—JASMINE."I am ready to move, now," I say, adjusting the dress I had just thrown over my head down to my body to cover my legs. "The kids are safe with Enora, but we can't waste time getting to them," Ezra announce.I burst out of the cramped shed, the cool night air slapping me in the face. The full moon hangs low, casting an eerie glow over the deserted streets and making me feel like I haven’t done enough. "Hades had a bad feeling about tonight, right?" I ask Ezra, my voice low and urgent. "He's been prepping for this night after getting warnings from Denzel” Ezra replied“Well Denzel isn’t human to be precise and I just hope Hades—“Hades will be fine, come on we have to leave” Ezra presses.We exchange a curt nod, and I fall into step beside him, our pack members shadowing us from a distance.The sounds of chaos escalate – snarls, screams, and the sickening crunch of bone on the pavement. My senses go into overdrive, my werewolf instincts on high alert.As we sprint through
JASMINE-*Alison's voice drips with sarcasm as she begins, "Never thought we'd end up like this." She takes a deliberate step forward, her blonde hair bouncing with each movement. Her tired eyes betray her otherwise composed demeanor, but I know she'll never let that weakness show.She's here to taunt me, to revel in my captivity. I refuse to give her the satisfaction of a response, instead letting out a dismissive scoff."I never thought seeing you here would give me so much joy," Alison continues, her voice laced with false enthusiasm. But I see right through her. She's bluffing.I rattle the chains binding my hands against the bed frame, the sudden clatter making Alison flinch. She jumps back, her composure momentarily shattered. I laugh, the sound echoing through the room.Alison's expression twists into a snarl. "Shut up!" she spits.But I won't be silenced. "For a captor, you have no balls," I say, my voice steady. "You're shaking in your boots."Alison's eyes flash with anger,