Abdul Zanabli Novels & Stories

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

He stands up and leaves without saying anything. And I just don't realize that I just killed two men, right in front of one of the most vulnerable creatures I know. Lailah.

"It's just me." "You're about to deliver. Where's your husband?" My lips trembled, and tears slid down the sides of my face. "He's dead." Pity flickered across the nurse's expression, and she softened her voice. "Don't worry. The mother's life always comes first." After three years of indifference and cruelty, he might as well be dead. Just before they wheeled me into the operating room, my phone buzzed. The private investigator I hired overseas had sent the latest photos of Jasper.

Matteo told him "People like Hikami, Hobbs, Zahradeen and Stefano" he finished, Spade clenched his jaw at what Matteo just said, he already knew why there was a shooter there tonight, even though Matteo hadn't said anything "Why do you think it happened like that"? Spade asked and blonde just shook his head "I can't say for sure, we can't jump into conclusion, it might just be a coincidence, let's wait till tomorrow, we don't know for sure why those people were killed" he muttered and Spade just ran his tongue through his teeth

She said with a vicious smile on her face. Ibrahim stared at Aazan then back at her. “It was her?” He asked them to confirm. Because he couldn't believe a girl can kill his right-hand man. “Yes,” Aditya replied. “Before dying let me make this clear to you. That it was Inayat who killed Yasir Haider. Now goodbye.” Wearing their masks, the three triggered the chloroform bomb and slipped away with their team. Aditya and Aazan secured their friends, while Inayat lifted Aadil into her arms.

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

Zaryaab turned instantly and rushed toward his mother. "Mom, what happened?" he asked. "Zara...they said Umer had died of suicide," she said, crying. Zara gasped. "What? No..." Zaryaab hugged his mother to calm her. "They are shutting the case," said Zaryaab, trying hard to control his anger.

Abel calmly elaborated. "Says a guy who single-handedly took out a whole army of rebels in Congolese 10 years ago", Jenny replied with a little chuckle. "Abel Mordecai Oliz, 35 years of Age. Ex-Mercenary going with the disguise name The Merc and later joined the CIA. But resigned 5 years ago. Favorite color is blue. Lost both wife and daughter right before his eyes in the bus taking them to the airport for a planned vacation at Hawaii. Still haven't had his revenge, because he is yet to figure out who is behind the Assassination." Jenny elaborated with a stern gaze.

Failing to even recognize the woman in front of him. " Butterfly...relax. Calm do-wn. It's fine. You will be a-lright. " Zander extended his palms towards her, telling her to relax. While the girl stood still like a statue. With her face veiled behind her long wet hair and black dead eyes peeping through it, she looked nothing less than the reincarnation of death. " I know...I am a bastard for what I did earlier. I am..I am really sorry butterfly -"

She asked and I shook my head no “ They are human for starters and they can be pretty violent if they get their hands on you. If they left that girl alive it’s not that they made a mistake. It was bait, they wanted you to find her alive” she explained, folding her arms across her chest. Great one more thing to add to the shit show