جیسمین, یاسمین and the evil queen kiss

They still whisper about me. Most of them don't even bother to lower their voice when I'm nearby. آپ would think that after eight years they would find something else to talk about. Although, I suppose when you're locked up in a mental hospital with no real connection to the outside world, there isn't much else to talk about. Most of the other patients are so drugged up یا have been through one too many electric shock therapy sessions and can scarcely remember their own name; but they remember my story.

I can't blame them, I guess; the story is quite unusual. A ten-year-old girl follows a white...

A beautiful, young princess جیسمین, یاسمین is in her room brushing her long jet black hair. With a hint of love in her eyes, she sighs. Tonight...was the perfect night. She thinks to herself. KNOCK KNOCK! Before جیسمین, یاسمین answers, someone enters her bedroom. She looks into the mirror and sees her older brother, Ankith. "Ankith?" جیسمین, یاسمین gets up from her soft love نشست and twirls around in a circle. "Oh brother, you're here!" Ankith hugs his sister Jasmine. "I missed آپ so much!" she says. "I know. So did I." Suddenly, Ankith's smile turns into a frown. They both let go of their hug. "What is it Ankith?"...