Ali Ghaffar Novels & Stories

He lit his cigarette before he faces Sergeant Herrera, the Sergeant knows this man he is the one they are looking for so long ABUBAKAR SALEM ALE the founder and leader of Sans Serif terrorists. "How are you?"...... Sergeant Herrera, I heard that you are very good...do not refuse in any fight. He smiled at the Sergeant face like fooling him. His anger grew even more when he saw this man who is responsible in all the death of the innocent people, including Chyrill friends and even a blast he made in the whole camp of the Arland Soldiers.

Hunter cracked one eye open when his phone buzzed on the nightstand. Grabbing it before it woke Khalia, he snuck back to the bathroom to answer it. Tom bulldozed straight ahead with the situation the moment he picked up. “Gage got some photos of Youssef and some other guy he’d been meeting with, and sent them to Claire. Her boss just contacted me to say it’s Malik Hassani, former head of intelligence for the ISI. This guy was fired under suspicion of aiding the TTP eight months ago and dropped off the face of the earth. This is the first time anyone’s seen him since then.”

"Get 'em ass kicking, boy, our flight will be leaving in less than fifty." 1. Abdallah Kareem Al Futtaim. 2. Yusuf Bin Omar. 3. Muhammad Ali Sajwani. 4. Alexey Abramovich. 5. Chiang Yu Xiang. 6. Ken Kurama Hanagaki. 7. Jeon Min Joon. 8. Harris Mitchell. 9. Aliko Dangote. 10. Thomas González. 11. Fabrice Le pond. 12. Marley Woods. Greene constantly recited to himself.

My stomach churns, and for once, the anger I feel to all these people is lost, replaced instead by nerves. Isaiah looks down at me, brow raised. He seems reluctant to take me out there, almost like he feels guilty for subjecting me to their presence. He has Alpha duties calling him away from the estate today, or I believe that’s the case from what I overheard yesterday from his conversation with Zire. His jacket is a dark, rich crimson colour, the undershirt black. Whatever duty he is attending to, it’s definitely formal.

Hector says as he holds him by the arm. The man looks down at his arm, making Hector retreat his hand quickly. "My name is Hunter Black. Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack of the North. You enslaved my sister. I am only here to take her back. Your death and the downfall of your pack are not of my concern." he says, making Alpha Hector DiMarco's eyes widen in shock.

He shuts the door and leans on it with a phone to his ear. What? This lunatic has been making a call this entire time. “Hey! Psycho!!” I yell, staring daggers at him but he ignores me, talking back to the person on the line. “Tell the stupid director that if it's money he wants, he should name a price so we can get this deal fucking finished. I’m running out of patience!” Oh! He’s not a normal psycho. Just a rich stupid one. “Hey! I’m talking to you!!” I reach to his right ear, snatch the phone out of his hand then smash it on the ground. “Now I have your attention. You hit-”

My sad eyes started forming tears as I remembered. "She said he lied that his name was Fahad Fuhad, but his real name was Sahil Fahir. He's 6 feet tall, dark in complexion and a managing director of Dangote Business Company, the one at Kubwa branch. After they had dinner, she immediately got dizzy and her heart began to hurt." They both looked at themselves stunned at my words. "What? You mean this happened to Zainab Akorede." The D.P.O questioned in dismay.

The breath that was struck in her throat. The mission was accomplished. She was playing with fire. But it was better to play with fire instead letting the fire play with you. 'Sheharzaad. The FBI chief, will come to meet you at Dubai. He just wanted to confirm whether you deem fit for this role or not. He is a tall guy, with blue yes. His name is, Wali. Real name, Wali Umer Khan. Many of us don't know his full name. Many are unaware who is the new fbi chief as his identity is kept hidden on purpose. When he comes to meet you, just call him, by once from his full name. Mr. Wali wanted to meet you and the few minutes of meeting would be enough for him to access whether you fit in the job or no

End flash back. "That's what happened, sir." Aseel ended her speech to speak seriously: "Okay, give me back what his name is." Aseel replied, "His name is Suhail Rafi, sir." He furrowed his eyebrows to look at nothing, as if he had heard this name before, to look attentively at them and then turn to look at the paper in front of him, that paper that contained the names of young men who trade in weapons and drugs, to search with his eyes for his name and find it among those names, he quickly grabbed his phone and spoke With Joseph to come to him with lightning speed, he spoke softly:

Rizal looked at the watch that was coiled around his wrist. "Wa'alaikumsalam, be careful on the way" Rizal nodded then he walked outside and was lost behind the door. His full name is Fakhrizal Alghiffari, more familiarly called Rizal because it is easier and also sounds cooler, he is the third of three siblings, his age is about to turn 20 years but he was still in high school because of his lack of not being able to easily understand the subjects at his school which made him not go up to three grades when he was still Primary school.