*Jasmine's father POV*
It was another long day at the factory today. It's hard supporting my family sometimes. My wife gets what she wants, but she deserves it. Cleaning the house all day, doing the dishes, taking out the garbage. Jasmine is to busy lying around reading all day. How ungrateful.
As I walk in the door the lights are dim.
"Hello?" I walk down the hallway only to find candles leading to the kitchen. I follow the path, I'm now seeing Rose petals scattered about. Now I hear romantic music. And do I hear a fire from the fireplace?
"Ahh. Hello my darling." My beautiful wife says to me.
"Hey babe. What's going on in here?"
"It's just a little something for you and me. Please take a seat lovey. I'll take your coat." I handed her my coat and she put it on the coat rack.
"Just give me a minute and I'll be with you very soon." I hit the jackpot. Oh yeah! I put my suitcase beside my chair and fixed my hair. The table was long with two chairs on both ends. A burgundy runner ran down the table going off the sides of the table. There's a vase in the middle with red roses. Ooh, I smell cookies!
"I made some cookies for you! But you can't eat them until were done eating!" My wife was now dressed in a black tight fitted dress. She looked pretty hot."
"And may I ask what were having?"
"Shrimp and steak."
"My favorite! Oh you know me so well. I'm so glad I married a woman like you!"
*Stepmother's POV*
"My favorite! Oh you know me so well. I'm glad I married a woman like you!" Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Hurry up and die already.
"I'll be right back."
"Ok don't take to long!" I turn around rolling my eyes and walk toward the counter. The steak and shrimp are made I just gotta add a little something. I spit on his steak and sneezed on his shrimp. If that tasted bad he should wait for the cookies.
"Would you like some coffee?" I yelled over the counter.
"Yes please. I love you!" Shut up you piece of s@#t. I got a mug and poured some coffee in it. I took some cat pee and stirred it in. I put everything on a tray and walked out to the dining room and placed the tray in front of him. I took my plate and my coffee.
"This looks amazing! Your such a great cook!" Whatever just eat it already!
*Jasmine's father POV*
"This looks amazing! Your such a great cook!" I didn't know what to eat first. It all looked so good. My Katelyn was watching me like something was going to happen. I cut up my steak and took a bite. It felt kind of slimy but, hey! It was still pretty good! I finished that and ate my shrimp. It tasted worse than the steak. To get the taste out of my mouth I took a sip of my coffee. Ugh. I wasn't going to buy that type of coffee again! I backed my chair a little bit
"No, no. I'll take care of your plate. You stay here and enjoy the cookies." She took my plate and walked into the kitchen. The cookies looked delicious. I take a cookie and eat it. It tastes kind of funny but I ate 2 of them to make my wife happy. A couple minutes later my stomach hurts
"Oh babe are you ok?"
*stepmother's POV*
"Oh babe are you ok?" I pretend like I care.
"No I think I'm going to go to the bathroom."
"Ok feel better." Not. The poison is already kicking in. Great! I hear him throwing up in the bathroom already. Then I hear someone in the kitchen
"Summer?"
"No it's me." I see the little brat( Jasmine) walk out of the kitchen with a knife in her hand.
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Jasmines Story
Подростковая литература(Please read before you go to chapter 1) A couple years ago there was a father and his daughter. The daughters name was Jasmine. Jasmine's father was very wealthy. Their last name was Smith. The Smith's lived in a large, and beautiful home. Jasmin...
