Abdl Novels & Stories

Dale turned slowly, her breath increasing. She had turned to see someone flat on the mud. She couldn't recognize the figure. All she knew was that he was a human being was now in complete deformation. His pelvic joint was now pushed out and his right arm now amputated. His legs twisted in a position beyond repair. He muttered some words and was in great pain. Slowly turned towards her direction, stretching his plate forward still muttering the arms incantation. Jessy felt Dale's grip was beginning to loosen from her waist.

~**~ Abdulrahman had gone to work after he stopped by to say greet us this morning as usual. My boy and I were sitting in the garden, plucking some flowers while he turned to me and dropped the bomb shell. "Momma, why baby not like dada," Abdullah asked me, knitting his brows. "What" I stared at him dumbfounded because I didn't understand him. "Dada is black, me light. Dada black eyes me brown eyes" he stared as if he was reading the newspaper. I was shocked because I didn't know how to reply. How did he know or notice all these different features in them? He was smarter for his age.

"Dad,please what happened? What did he say that made you this angry?" "I went to his office this morning like I've said earlier,you need to see how he disgraced me" Mr Dauda explained everything to Zuwairah, believing that she would let go of Abdul once she heard everything but in her own mind,she still want to go see him for the last time,she wanted to tell him about their baby, atleast may be if he learn that she's pregnant for him he would forgive her and come back to her

“That should be the last one,” a handsome looking young man of about 1.7 meters in height stated as he tossed a large red leopard onto a small pile of dead creatures. The young man had shaggy brown hair and beautiful brown eyes. This young man was none other than Abelard. It had only been six months, yet the fat on his face had disappeared, and his height was anything but the height of an eleven year old. His broad shoulders and powerful arms was the envy of any other man, much less a boy. He held a large sword over his shoulder. The sword was a claymore, and it was several kilograms heavier than any regular heavy sword. His physique was worthy of one who belonged to the Clan of Wyverns. As

"Did you really think you could intimdate me because you're loaded with money? Because you're an Austin? Do you think your money has any value to me? Think again. "You're looking remorseful now because you've realized who I am. What if you didn't get to know my identity? Let me tell you, learn to respect people regardless of who or what they are. This attitude of yours won't get you anywhere in life. "I screamed because I thought that substance was something else. By the way, you asked if my parents can afford that wine. To answer you, my parents can buy you and everything involving you and they'll still have change. I am Annabelle Siromani and you will not disrespect me or my family."

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This should be illegal! Muntik na akong mapa padyak dahil sa pag kwestyon kung bakit napaka gwapo nila. I mean, siguro ang bait nila sa past life nila kaya naman natuwa si God at ginawa silang almost, almost look like a greek god! Isang pitik na lang yata perfect na sila eh. Bumalik lang ako sa katinuan ng tumikhim si Abbigail. "Hope, I would like to introduce to you Robi Mathias Villafuerte. And Robi this is Hope my frie- I mean, cousin."

"Wao, Alex, this is... Wao!" Abbie looked at everything in surprise, she could not decide which room to direct her attention completely. “Do you need something?” I turned to see a man in a black chef's suit, I assumed it was a professor. "I have a meeting with Louis Anderson,” I said on guard. As soon as he smiled, I knew this had been a bad idea. "That's me,” he said with an English accent. Shit. His eyes sparkled with interest at the sight of Abigail by my side.

"Thank you, Mister Abdul. Sorry if our discussion got hampered.” "Oh, that's not a problem at all. I'm actually happy with the existence of Little Evans. The atmosphere becomes warmer and lighter thanks to his presence,” the dark-skinned man replied while waving his hand. “After all, our discussion has indeed reached its end. I have nothing more to ask about your design, Mr. Evans." In an instant, the architect's brows knitted in excitement. Abdul was famous for his critical thinking. Wouldn't that be a very good sign if that perfectionist businessman didn't ask for a revision?

“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”