Abdl Novels & Stories

Abdul didn’t finish talking when he interrupted "I know what the doctor said" "Who said I was going to tell you about the doctor’s utterances? Look I have stood with you in every difficulty and every decision but what your doing this time is wrong" He said as he walked closer to him "What are you talking about?" "Don’t listen to what Abu told you, I mean what you are about to do is inhuman" “Abdul, you have to understand if you were in my position you would do exactly the same” "No I won’t, you have to stop this so-called job of yours"

“That’s how you got to know Donatello?” “Yes, and no” I said, shaking my head “Donatello and I were classmates at school. The two of us were even good friends. He knew about the abuse my dad inflicted on my mom, and eventually, one day, I asked for his help. He didn’t kill dad, the man is still alive as a rogue, but that doesn’t mean that he didn’t hurt him. Eventually, mom met Vitaly and married him; however, I know for fact that the scars he left are still too great to heal”

'And I won't be satisfied,' Abdullah continued, 'until Omer Ibrahim is no longer on the throne of Jumeirah and I am. XXX

“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.

"You certainly hold yourself in high regard. This is my territory, and Mr. Abditus is the son of one of The Norn's elders. Your request for his hand seems rather frivolous." Lorenz's expression was stoic as he continued the countdown. "20 seconds left, Ms. Leigh... "19. "18." "Quiet!" A Jesundian representative stepped forward, disdain etched on his face. "Castor, Mr. Abditus is an esteemed guest in the Corynthean martial arts world. Who do you think you are? You're insulting The Norn. Is this a final diplomatic note? Hmph!" Angel continued the countdown, "10, 9, 8…"

she taunted mercilessly, and ADrain turned pale at that reality. “If you think he will let you live, think again.” She was right, Adrain thought defeatedly as he stepped back. Caleb hated his wife, but he was also a possessive man. Doing this meant inviting death on himself. What good would he be to Natalia dead? Straightening and squaring his jaw, he glared at Abigail and stated, “I will be back.” Abigail held in her scornful laugh until the door slammed closed behind Adrain, and then, she let loose. Doubling over and palming her stomach as she laughed quietly.

People moved like ants below the pit walls, heads bowed, backs bent, chasing the shimmer of Adrium in the dirt like it was salvation. “Look who finally decided to show up,” came a voice from behind a broken bulldozer.Abigail, she wore a patched leather vest over a dust-streaked jumpsuit, her dreadlocks tied back in a red scarf. A homemade pickaxe rested on her shoulder, and a smirk danced on her lips. “If you were any slower, Tunde, I’d have started mining your shadow.” Tunde grinned “And here I thought you missed me.” “I missed the part where you actually do your share of the digging.”Before Tunde could reply, a deep laugh echoed from up the quarry slope.

Тургенев, Рудин. КНИ́ГА, -и, ж. 1. Произведение печати (в старину — также рукопись) в виде сброшюрованных, переплетенных вместе листов с каким-л. текстом. Книга большого формата. Толстая книга. Раскрыть книгу. □ [Аночке] предложили посмотреть книгу с картинками. Федин, Первые радости. || Сочинение, произведение более или менее значительного объема, напечатанное отдельным изданием или предназначенное для него. Интересная книга. Написать книгу. □ Наталья должна была каждое утро читать исторические книги, путеш ествия и другие назидательные сочинения. Тургенев, Рудин.

Abigail smiled, though he couldn't see it over the phone. "Not at all, Mr. Anderson. I'm always eager to discuss opportunities for growth and collaboration." "Excellent," Mr. Anderson responded. "We've been following your work closely, Mrs. James, and we're impressed by your leadership and vision. We believe you can bring a fresh perspective to Entrepreneurs International." Abigail felt a surge of pride, mixed with a sense of responsibility. She had worked tirelessly to uphold her husband's legacy while adding her unique touch to the businesses. The recognition from Entrepreneurs International was a significant validation of her efforts.

I looked at Ash with question marks in my eyes, but as I was about to ask about that spot, the door opened and another familiar, yet not-so-welcome, person walked in: Abdiel Tenebris. His lips twisted as he bowed down to Ash and took the final seat. "I…" He cleared his throat, sparing me a reluctant glance. "I apologize for arriving late." Ash nodded. "For your own good, in the future, try to plan your trips wisely, Abdiel."