Abdl Novels & Stories

Nerves were eating me up inside. "Alright. Take the elevator to the 10th floor and ask for Adrian Kings". She pointed out the elevator. "Thank you". I smiled. "You're welcome". She returned my smile. I walked towards the elevator and hit the button for the 10th floor once in. The elevator dinged before opening at the 10th floor. I stepped out and saw a door in front of me. Opening it, I saw employees at their different desks working. They all looked so serious and focused on their job that they didn't even notice me. I scanned their faces for a less serious one then I found him.

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Abdullah Zainab clinged her hands to her stomach on the floor, coughing harder and crying in pain. "A'auzubillah!! W...what! What is it?!" I rushed to hold her up. It was just 10:14p.m, he might be awake. I dailed his mumber but he wasnt picking. I tried it over and over again... finally. He picked. "Assalam Alaiku-" "Please can you come over, zainab is dying. "What?! I'll be right ther in a moment!!"

Abdul said, drumming those fingers on his chin. "Whatever, you can assume whatever you want." I replied. "I'm not assuming anything, guy." he retaliated, rolling his eyes. "Suit yourself, Abdul." I said calmly. ******

“My name is Abigail Fagh. Daughter of Isabel and Richmond Fagh. The granddaughter of Maudrand Fagh the sixteenth and the heir to the golden throne.” She said calmly while looking at Vera with a straight face. Her eyes were a giveaway her real feelings. Abigail was anxious.

Alexander feels so far away, maybe because Adom knows that he is. He doesn't want to get out of bed and so he rolls around for a bit trying to go back to sleep with no luck. His phone starts ringing about an hour later and Adom grumbles before picking it up. "You dead or what?" Sebestian says, too loud for Adom's liking. He rolls his eyes and almost hangs up but decides against it. "What do you want?" Adom says, sounding scratchy. "What do I want? My man, you're supposed to come here and help me beat these punks in ROV."

she looked like she was about to clam up again and that is when Edon spoke up. "Aurora and Tilly as your fututre Alpha I command you snap out of this." This was the first time I had ever heard him use the Alpha voice. She looked like she was trying to fight it but she finally realxed and looked at me. "Thank you Dax."

On I*******m, I have about half a million followers I grew all by myself, hard work that I will not throw unto the seats because of Abdul's greed. He hisses and crosses a leg over another, pulling out his iPhone 11 promax and typing rapidly on it. "Abdul?" I call. "Yes, Mrs two-goody-shoes?" I rear back, hurt. Goody shoes? All because I won't take money falsely? Who is this Abdul? Has this man changed right under my nose? "Abdul," I start gently, walking further into the living room where he is sitting.

, he cursed. His eyes watered, he remembered his verdict, he could not just go back and change his words, he had given his words to this woman sitting here. Even at that, Abdul won't go back, but he would still investigate, it would be a thorough one, to make sure all she said is true and it wasn't just false words. He bent his head low, his eyes watered, he cleaned it off immediately so as not to give himself away in front of Mrs Robson.

Abelard clenched his fists, then said smilingly, “Your request is a bit too much. How does a hundred cores at the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Ninth Tribulation?” James sneered, “It’s too much? You injured me, my friend, and his wife. Additionally, you kidnapped my wife and plotted to kill me. Your goal was to ensure my soul was obliterated and that I could never reincarnate. And you’re saying kneeling is asking for too much? “You’re supposed to be upright and righteous powerhouses from prestigious families, so why the double standards?” Abelard was speechless and could only look to Rebella. Rebella retorted, “It’s not our intention to kill you. It’s your fault—”