Abdul Zanabli Novels & Stories

-------------------Los Angeles, California. -----------------------------------Khalid's Condo, next morning, 10:00am. Zarah I stood patiently waiting for Khalid outside his condo after knocking on his door. The poor guy was still sober after losing his job and of course he was feeling horrible now after losing his daughter. The cute little baby I saw back in Malaysia was killed in a bomb blast. Some people were honestly heartless and cruel. A lot of people were lost in the bomb blast and according to sir Khalid, the person's cause for doing this was all for revenge.

"On what charges are you arresting me?" "Aiding and abetting a criminal," he said. "And for the murder of one Sa'ada Abdulraheem." Zainab turned to face Adnan, her eyes vacant as the man put the handcuffs on her while reciting her rights to her. Her smile was cynical, her lips curved in a smirk. "Well played, Adnan," she said as he led her away. "Well played indeed." *

he said to them, Abdulahi cocked his gun and so did his men, they all pointed their guns at him; Arnold looked at the hostages, they all looked terrified “I said who are you? Move over here” Abdulahi ordered “I am somebody you don’t wish to meet on his bad day, and this one is a really bad day for me” Arnold said and they opened fire on him, they all exhausted their rounds in shock only to see that Arnold is unharmed “Allah!” Abdulahi exclaimed, his men began reloading, Arnold lashed out at them and knocked everyone out in seconds except for Abdulahi who was in shock, he quickly grabbed a bomb detonator from the table

If I stopped picturing Zahur, stopped picturing the way Paige looked when I first got her back, maybe I could be the don who planned the successful assault on the Mansion again. “If it’s a numbers game,” Stan said, “maybe we can get numbers on his side of the map?” Killian nodded. “You already have Mostafa. Does Mostafa know anyone? Does Zahur have any enemies?” “We’ve tried that route,” I said. “Lyle spent three months just digging on people who hate Zahur in Cairo, then Egypt, then all of Africa. Either Zahur’s a goddamn bunny rabbit to everyone but me and the women he kidnaps, or he knows how to shut those people up.”

Cut his throat. - Are you sad that he died? - Should I? Maybe I should be sad, but I don't feel anything. He was a stranger who became an abuser. I can't feel anything for him. I stuttered on the next question, but I needed to know. - And Jackson? - He raped me. – I wish Jackson would come back to life just to kill him again. – He raped me in the same place he killed my father. He raped me in a way that… that…

“But not the one you remember. Not the one you can control. Not the one who feared you. And most definitely not one that you can control.” I leaned in close enough that he felt my breath. “And if you try to kill me again…I won’t hesitate.” I said calmly. “And had it been someone else, they would have been dead. But Annalise should be waiting for you. I wouldn’t want her to get this surprise just yet.” His pulse thrashed beneath my fingers. I released him. He crumpled to the forest floor, wheezing, staring up at me like he was seeing a ghost.

.) Rofan (anxiously): “Please come In, Doctor, quickly.” Dr. Ziad (worried): “Where is Nabil?” Rofan: “In his room, this way…” (She led him toward the room.) Nabil’s Bedroom (Dr. Ziad stood at the edge of the bed, looking at Nabil.) (He immediately noticed red marks and bruises in the shape of fingers on Nabil’s neck—clear signs of strangulation.) (He cast a suspicious glance at Rofan, then sat beside Nabil, opened his eyelids, and placed his ear on his chest to check his pulse.) (A moment of silence… then he lifted his head.) (No pulse. Nabil was dead—murdered!) (Dr. Ziad stood abruptly, glaring at Rofan.) (He pulled out his phone and called the police.) Dr. Ziad (firmly): “Hello?” Police v

I hated when people said it was nice to see you again when it was under fucked up circumstances. I did not hold back much information from the detectives "Earlier today my mother, April White, was stabbed multiple times. Thirty-one times to be exact. In upstate New York there is a serial killer known as the Tally Man. He is on the FBI most wanted list. They are looking for a man named Sean Donaldson, but that is just an alias. His real name is Spencer Delrose. He is the son of Big Teddy who is the leader of the gang The Unsainted. Spencer Delrose was the one who knifed my mother down earlier today."

Everyone stopped as I had Farzan in my hands looking at me with closing eyes with a smile on his face while looking at me. “I’ll hate you for the rest of my life if you close your eyes.” I cried as my whole body was shivering. “Don’t you already?” He teased with a smirk followed by his eyes closing every second then my screams echoed in the warehouse. “You think you can kill me. No one can do that except me.” Bilal said and, in a cue, he took the gun from Ahmad bhai and within a second shot himself in the head. He was a psycho and he proved that by his death but at that time nobody cared about him as everybody rushed towards Farzan. His men had tears in their eyes when they took Farzan to th

Yep, she should have stayed in bed. "His name is Garrison O'Grady, he has killed over twenty-five people, and ten of them were Admirals. He specialized in homemade pipe bombs. He is also an ex-navy seal. So we pretty much gave him all the tools adn training necessary to be damn near unstoppable!"