Aking Mahal Novels & Stories

He made them to relocate to the average villa where they would be under watch by the royal guards. The two mermaids, were so unhappy. They threw their pearls away out of anger and all the things they got from the shore. ** Ma'am Shell was a kinky old mermaid with uncompleted teeth. Grey haired and really short and stumpy tail. She was short tempered and a no nonsense lady. Blue, Rainbow and Jace happened to be in her class. Ma'am Shell : now do you understand? You mustn't be found anywhere near the prickling plant. It could eat up your whole tail. And also, the Gig. It's really dangerous and poisonous if swallowed but it can be used to drive away Stone fishes. Do you understand!

I gave in to her and agreed. We went to the shop and had pani puri, aloo chat, Tunday Kebab and lassi. They were all so tasty, I would eat a plate every day if I got a chance. Now I understand why she insisted that we try it. I didn't even have to tell her that I liked it because my face told her it all. Then we planned to go to the Taj Mahal. It was an hour's drive from where we were. I have always wondered what was so special about it. Today I am going to see it for myself. We went inside the Taj Mahal after taking the tickets. We sat on a bench. It was nearly dark. " You know King Shah Jahan built it for his wife Mumtaz when she died. It is viewed as a symbol of love. But there are a lot

He said. "Bro is there anything she wanted to do just like me?" I asked him. "Yes there is." He said. "Then tell me." I asked. "She wants to touch snow, see the deep sea creatures with her own eyes, wanted to go Disney World, specially she wants to see 'Taj Mahal' which is located in india and famous for its own story of love." He said with excitement.

“That doesn’t help me.” “We are not here to tell you pretty lies, Zain. You fucked up and you are owning your mistake,” Khalid said, and rolled out the map of Azmia and Maahnoor. Rahim helped him with pointing out the capitals and making a red circle where our palaces were situated.

But she was sharp enough to grasp that something was not right until a silver arrow materialized from her sight. Malaika immediately ducked, and thankfully, it didn’t hit her. Her sight reached a man running at a rusty roof on the third floor of one building a few meters away from her. “Never show your eyes just like that, young lady. A lot of Escape Hunters roam around here in Ethera. You can’t hide the fact you are from Hala.” “How did you know? The halan people are usually golden-eyed.”

Rita said, simply and calmly. "Let me make something clear to you, Miss Bethany Madison. Makaila is nothing like you. You are just a bundle of stupidity, foolishness, fake body, bitchiness and Sultriness. Makaila on the other hand is a pretty girl with an open heart, very smart, brave and courageous girl. If you didn't know that, know it now and get it into that empty brain of yours. At least there would be something in it." Rita told her to her face and that left Bethany awestruck.

They embarked on their journey to the Museum, a scenic hour-long ride filled with anticipation and excitement. Malakai and Steph sat in a lavish carriage, fit for royalty. The journey to the Museum awaited them, and both were dressed to impress. Malakai donned his finest royal attire, while Steph had gone the extra mile by having a custom-made gown in a stunning baby blue color that sparkled like diamonds. The gown featured a low-cut front, accentuating her well-endowed breasts of which she was immensely proud.

I would call myself a naturally introverted person, so just thinking about leading people and being their Luna, friend and comforter, is daunting. My footsteps carry me to the front of Malachi's mansion, and I notice the circular drive is lined with small trees. From this position, I have a good view of the grand structure. Of the straight pillars and sharp cut steps, the curving eaves and rising turrets. It is magical in a way, and if I look at it from just the right angle I can see the beauty of it, like a fairytale castle.

Ilyria, Miasma and Thassa paused at the iron and gold gates. The Gates of Perception they were called. Ilyria had never been this close to them. As a child she had been told they were enchanted. Any person wishing to see the Mogul had to pass the test of the Gates of Perception. Those who did not come with noble intentions would be incinerated as they passed through.

“I would like to show you if you come to my country. You will enjoy riding them.” “Thank you, sir,” Andry bowed. “Choose a horse, please.” He added, pointing at the five animals in front of him. “Mm. “ the king pretended to think and stared at the golden-haired male, a small smirk at the corner of his lips. “I would like you to choose one for me. The best one.” “The best?” Andry smiled. “This one,” He did not hesitate to point at a gorgeous black horse. “It is a purebred Arabic, her name is Scarlett. She is a female.”