Aladdin X Jafar Novels & Stories

Ava saw the triumphant smile on her daughter's face and sighed. Ofcourse no one would say Rapunzel. Everyone would go for the common one cinderella and her daughter knew that too well and had set her father up. "See momma?? He is not my daddy!! If he was, he would have said Rapunzel right??" Zada asked beaming at her brothers and they grinned back at her. Like seriously?? She looked up at Zayed and saw him looking bewildered at his kids. Welcome to hell Zayed Ahmed al Zidra.

The top was still down due to the unseasonably warm weather we were having. As Laeddin said many times, I was his master. I saved him from the same fate as his brothers, becoming a demura and then disappearing into the ether. But I hadn't freed him, and every time I saw his tattoos I was reminded of my failure. I meant to free him, but Jaffar played me. Laeddin and I couldn't be together while I was his master and he was my servant. At least that was what he said. It made sense. Really, I didn't know whether I wanted to be with him or not. He was over two thousand years old, though he didn't look a day over twenty. But we'd kissed and it was beyond memorable. Like sparks and heat.

I gushed dropping everything I was holding to hold Jamal, he was giving me to lovely and adorable toothless smile, which melt my heart, and I wished I could spend the day with them. "Mama is late, but I promise you I will be back early today, so I would spend time with you," I said kissing Jamal, then dropped him back on the bed seating down next to me. He smiled once again, with drools pouring on his cloth, he looked so adorable. Both of them look so much like Leo. "Mama.." I heard again, this time from Jafar, as he crawl towards my side, it's soul-pleasing hearing these words, I picked him up, and smile at him as I kissed him.

Jafar sat in his study, chin resting on his intertwined hands as he glared at Yahya, who was sitting in front of him, feeling sweaty in an air-conditioned room. On the monitor next to him, the clip of Sikandar’s fight on the school rooftop was playing. “You told me the boy was unblessed,” Jafar said, almost growling. “He was a week ago,” Yahya wiped the sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief.

My wolf lunged, but he was faster. “For an Alpha, you do talk a lot,” he snarled. We started to brawl, but it was like fighting a shadow. He was stronger, faster, and his movements were unpredictable. Frustration mounted within me. My wolf snapped and snarled, but Jafar seemed to toy with her. Just as I thought I might land a hit, a searing pain ripped through my back leg. I yelped, faltering momentarily. That was all the opening he needed.

“We have been lied to for a very long time.” Ex-Delta Erik stepped forward, his gaze unwavering. “Damon Sanford is telling the truth. The person in front of us is not the real Alpha Roman. Rather, he is his cunning twin brother, Romin.” Whispers swept through the crowd like wildfire, curiosity igniting the air. A bold voice from the crowd cut through, questioning the deception. “How did that happen? Isn’t Lord Romin supposed to have a scar on his face? That was the main identifier for the twins.”