Abdul Zanabli Novels & Stories

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…

I pinched the bridge of my nose as I tried to make sense of it, but nothing clicked… I’d seen plenty of battles, but this… this was something else. Clean. Surgical. Efficient. And no matter how hard I tried to say otherwise, I knew that I couldn’t. No struggle, no wasted movement. Whoever killed them knew exactly what they were doing, and that’s what annoyed me. They knew where our men were, they traced their movements, and somehow, they managed to do it without a fight. “Beta,” one of the medics called out, crouched by the first body. “You might want to see this.”

.) 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

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!"

Alina cooed in a comforting tone. I grimaced, "How do you know. There's no telling what I sent him into. I didn't think this through properly and he fucking agreed to this dumb idea. What have I done?" I ran ahead through my hair, tousling it further. "I can still feel him, his energy, so that means he's doing just fine. He's a fighter Zion. Unlike your mother, he was built for war. I hate to say it, but he stands a higher chance here so have faith in the odds." Her voice was so emotionless. The stoic expression masking her face seemingly odd. I knew it was because of the dark magic.

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

Jordan Findley was buried in his hometown of Des Moines, Iowa, on a sunny June day before a crowd of thousands. The local papers read that he died in a small plane crash, but the LIGHTS team members all knew the truth. Such occurrences were so rare, Aaron couldn’t even think of another time a Hunter had purposely killed a Guardian. Accidents happened from time to time, but never something like this. Teams were organized to hunt down Skelton, but so far there hadn’t even been a sign of him, causing speculation that he had been killed as well.

If he could turn back the time, he wouldn't make so many mistakes; Donnell would kill Elliot from when he met him. Oliver looked at the hooded person, he had frozen thinking it could be Mr. Craig and that he was waiting for them, but when he stood up, he noticed that he was much taller and muscular than Mr. Craig, which caused him to shiver a little; he didn't want to mess with that giant. When Chrystal Daly snapped him out of his thoughts, he turned his gaze to the tombstone in front of him; there were strange scribbles that he couldn't decipher. The redhead read the description, which consisted only of her mother's name and her birth and death dates.

He said with confidence. He heard a knock on the door, strange he thought, who knew he was here? He was skeptical, then he thought it may be one of his new neighbors. So he went to see his first visitors. To his utmost surprise, when he opened the door, stood two police officers, with handcuffs. He greeted them politely. "How may I help you?" His voice was shaky with fear. But he put on a bold face. "Are you Habeeb Bilal?" "Yes I am." He stammered. "You are under arrest for the murder of Imam Abdul jabbar, and the kidnap of Nasreen Bature, and Irfan Bashir Alico."