Aab E Hayat Novel Novels & Stories

she smiled. Aiys just doesn't want her mom and dad to think about Aiys. Aiys always tries to be enthusiastic and accepts her destiny. Aiys immediately filled in her cellphone data, since this afternoon her cellphone was dead and forgot to bring a charger or powerbank. While waiting for her cellphone to charge, Aiys cleaned herself and arranged the things she bought with Keysa earlier. The focal point of Aiys' eyes is on her diary, or rather a collection of poems, short stories, and quotes that Aiys wrote herself. Aiys really likes to write, since kindergarten until now, Aiys often participates in writing events. Aiys noble wrote the strands of his heart, Crawling..stepping

and discover all the secrets and lies in this journey. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Note- This is the introduction of female protagonist and her family members and hometown. I know home town description is long, and some of readers may feel it boring but trust me in "GoodNovel" all readers are from different countries and cities, so, I thought a brief introduction and little bit information help you all. Love you all.......... xoxo.......

but I am proud of it. It was their journey, ahad and izzah's journey. After many obstacles in their life, they are now happy. Their were many obstacles their was heartbreaks, tears, sadness, pain and loss but they have each other, they have their families and they don't need anyone. THEY LIVED CRAZILY EVER AFTER....... THE END ————————————— I hope you guys liked the epilogue. Signing off...... ~Zaveria akhtar

“Why? '' he asked me. “ I just can’t” He gave me a knowing look and sighed . “Then at least give me your name and we can introduce each other alright” “Ok my name is Aziel , what's yours?”. “I am Adrienne” I said to him. “Adrienne, that’s a beautiful name,” said Aziel. I blushed furiously and smiled at the compliment. I realised that now that I had his name I could stop calling him the new guy or the guy who gave me butterflies in my head.

Kabir pouted looking at his children… “You jealous man…how can you be jealous of your own son” payal asked while shaking her head… “I may be sounding jealous but this is truth though I don’t mind him the centre of you two…” He said encircling her waist. “Thank you for giving me these wonderful kids” he said… “And I thank you for giving me second life by this marriage” she said placing her head on his chest. Aashi and abhi soon joined them in the group hug… Some stories are like this. Starts with no hope but turns out to be beautiful. This is not the end but start of a beautiful life ahead. ~THE END~

Maybe he had never been treated like that before, but slowly, the calls stopped. The messages also went silent. At last, I could start adjusting to a new life. At first, it felt strange being in an unfamiliar place and a brand-new job all by myself. However, little by little, I realized I could actually find joy in it. Life began to feel meaningful and purposeful again. The part of me that had been suppressed for years was finally breaking free. Sometimes, though, my thoughts would drift back to the past, to those unforgettable moments that had carved themselves into my heart.

Tife Okuwobi, ID number; 40515176, email; lamefacebook72@g***l. com. GoodNovel company. Dear GoodNovel Application Company, Request to remove my novel from your application. My name is Tife Okuwobi with the ID number; 40515176. I have a novel entitled "One Thousand Years" on your application. I wrote a letter to you some few weeks back about terminating the contract I signed with GoodNovel company and I was sent a reply for the agreement.

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"You are already drenched, Aysel. Showering love rain on me, uh?" His meaningful chuckle made Aysel Saat shy because nothing had been in her control whenever she had imagined having with him. Well, yes, what else can you expect from a woman who's an author too and could not control her wandering brain and thoughts, Aysel Saat had pictured herself having sex with him when she wrote the particular smut scene chapter. But then turned the whole scenario to ridicule Ekai in her story that she was unaware the man in her novel playing the role of Spanish mafia king was actually based on Ekai Enzo Enrique.

God bless me, my family, and the entire human race. THE END Author: Muhammad Abubakar Penname: KingMoha Platform: Goodnovel