Abdl Novels & Stories

-adds pointing out my window. I turn around and see a very tall building, made of dark glass and with two doormen at the door. My face lights up with a smile as I look up. The cab parks and Azael gets out first to open my door, which makes me smile like a fool. We both walked to the entrance and entered through the automatic doors.

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!!"

My hope is you show your love, friendship and loyalty to all who deserve it. Please forgive those who are to be forgiven. Life is too short to hold grudges and be angry. So many lives have been lost because of jealousy and hate. I pray you can change the future of our pack and bring peace amongst all. The key is to grandma's cottage on human land. It is still under her name as Isabella Harper. Address: 202 Gilbert Ave, Landon 2265 Consider this as a sanctuary when needed. Good luck my son, I wish you all the best. Lots of love. Mum xoxo

"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?

Abaddon, typically a man of few words, was unusually receptive, his eyes fixed on Aurelia, taking in every detail of her presence. Aurelia smiled, feeling the weight of Abaddon's attention. "It's a beautiful day, isn't it?" Abaddon nodded, his deep voice resonating through the air. "Indeed, it is. Perfect for a walk in the park." As they continued their leisurely pace, Aurelia couldn't help but notice Abaddon's quiet nature, which contrasted with his usual assertiveness. She took the opportunity to ask a few questions, curious to know more about the enigmatic man beside her.

But even as they parted ways, they knew that Alpha Abel's legacy would live on, a beacon of hope and strength for generations to come. Adriana, stepped forward, her eyes red-rimmed from tears yet filled with a fierce determination. She cleared her throat, her voice trembling slightly as she addressed the gathered mourners. "Alpha Abel was more than just a leader to me," Adriana began, her words carrying a raw honesty that resonated with everyone present. "He was my confidant, my partner, my rock. Together, we faced challenges that would have broken lesser souls, but through it all, his strength never wavered."

It was like he had come to accept it. “Just how old are you Abdul?” Alexander asked, the boy looked to be about ten years old or younger with how lanky he was. “I will be thirteen this winter, if I survive.” Alexander could not help the smile that made its way to his face. Only Fareeda managed to make him smile most times. Alexander was about to reply when a very loud rumbling sound came from Abdul’s belly, causing the boy to redden. Abdul knew he needed to get something to eat. He would try getting himself an apple with the money Alexander gave him.

Turning to Abel, she added, "I understand that he is your friend, but that doesn’t mean you should stand by and let him be wrong. Always support what is right. By taking his stance, you are wronging your other friend." She then looked at Damien, her eyes filled with disappointment. Her gaze lingered, making it clear that she had even less respect for him than she did for Ronan. With that, Adeline turned and walked away, heading toward where Anna and Austin were on the other side of the nightclub. Abel watched her go as he was still processing everything. "She was..." he began. Damien finished the thought. "Adeline Kingsley. The face of A&A Fashion House." Just then, Arabella, Abel's sister,

She quickly moved closer to Xander and, at that moment, had forgotten about the attire on both their bodies. Abigail took over the tablet and sat next to Xander while checking it carefully. She was so meticulous that she did not dare omit even a single word. Abigail quickly found a significant error in it. In the contract, she had written the eighty-twenty split wrongfully into a seventy-thirty split. This was an entry-level error, and she apologized, "Mr. Zane, I apologize! This is my mistake, and I'll fix it immediately."

"I'm sorry?" "You said most handsome Blackwater brother. Nero is taller." "Height," Abel said carefully, "is not the same as handsome." "He has better bone structure." Abel turned fully from the mirror. "Excuse me. I have exceptional bone structure. This—" he gestured at his face, "—is exceptional bone structure." "It's fine bone structure." "FINE." He pointed at me. "You're doing this on purpose." "I'm just being honest." "You're being cruel. On a night when I have been nothing but kind and generous and—"