Novel & Cerita Al Haitham X Reader

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅• Hailey scoffed, crossing her arms as she shot Thea a glare. "Zayn Hogan's standards?" she repeated, voice dripping with disbelief. "Please. Katherine is beyond his standards. He's a playboy-everyone knows it."

They were several students thronging around the huts the next hour, and I silently prayed that Halee would not allow herself to be distracted. For the next two hours, I answered questions from Halee’s notebook and textbook. When darkness began to creep in, Halee drew closer to me and I inhaled her mild perfume. The bulbs in the hut where we were weren’t too bright, and Halee seemed happy and comfortable about that singular fact. “Any other question, Halee?” “Yes Pierre. Tell me… why do you make yourself so elusive, like The Jackal, in Frederick Forsyth’s novel?”

The Readers. The suited man stood at the room’s center, not fading now—he looked stronger than ever, his suit a deep blood-red. In his hand, he gripped a golden hammer. "The Creator has witnessed you!" he shouted up at the eyes. "But the story doesn’t belong to just her anymore! The Readers demand a trial! They want to decide if the Doctor and the Soul deserve happiness!" A giant screen floated in the air. Maya saw words fly fast across it: — Kill Julian! Makes the story thrilling!

haya muttered. "what if someone kidnap you” he teased. As if you care, over reaction. before she could reply the door was opened by Rahma aunt (zeenas mom),she greeted both of them and welcomed but haya looked at Rayyan indicating him to leave, smiling he left making sure she was safe, he couldn’t understand why he has this feeling towards her because he have never left Catherine inside her but then came into a conclusion that she’s handicapped. "he cares for you” rahma aunt teased.

I wanna if someone out there is reading my book hope you enjoyed this chapter lots of love faiyth♡♡♡

Taking the book off the shelve I may just find what I wanted to know here. I take a glass of bourbon and go sit in front of the fireplace. The small fire tongues lapping at the logs. Opening the book, I started reading about black magic but nothing that I could relate to what was happening to me and Brian. I have been reading now for about two days and was tired, so I closed my eyes and, before long, I drifted off. I saw Hailey standing at the door. She is fudging with her hands in front of her, I am sitting in front of the fireplace looking at her as she starts to talk.

READING APP IS HAVING SPACING PROBLEM BECAUSE IN MY WRITTEN FORMAT EVERYTHING IS FINE SO I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO ?. SO PLEASE DON'T BLAME ME FOR SPACING BETWEEN TWO LETTERS. AND THE COVERPIC IS NOT MY EDIT CREDIT GOES TO REAL EDITOR I TOOK THE PICTURE FROM I*******M BECAUSE THESE TWO (PARTH SAMTHAAN AND NITI TAYLOR) PEOPLE IN PIC ARE IN MY MIND AS PROTAGONISTS WHILE WRITING.

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It was a thank you for the water, but also for the shifting emotions that Haider had allowed himself to feel. Haider sat on Ameera's bed, his gaze fixed on her as she mustered the strength to speak. Ameera's voice was weak, but her determination remained unyielding. "Haider," she whispered, her eyes searching his face, "where is Sarah?" A heavy silence hung in the air as Haider chose not to respond immediately. His silence spoke volumes, and Ameera, aware of Haider's power but oblivious to his involvement in the ruthless mafia world, felt a growing sense of unease.