Ali Ghaffar Novels & Stories

“Get this out. Find a plot and prepare to bury him with a closed casket. Recognize him as one of our own and give him a ceremony.” “It’s just his head.” Alister starts to argue but is interrupted when Ali says, “I don’t care if it is just his head or not. He was one of ours and even if we do not have all of him, his family will get to say their goodbyes and he will get a proper burial. If you have a problem with that you can leave now.”

Alexei said, stopping me “I want to give you something that makes…” “You are a Pakhan, a bloody Russian Pakhan” I stated, moving away from him “a fucking Alpha…” “I don’t understand where this conversation is going” he said, stopping me. Shaking his head, and crossing his arms over his chest, my heart dropped to my stomach when I saw his muscles flexing. The man’s arm could easily crush me, and seeing how gentle he had treated me, I couldn’t help but fear his anger.

The latter asked Barr bello, who was visibly shivering by the shocking realization. "For your information Yushraf sufyaan imam and his twin sister Fareedah sufyaan imam are both alive, living healthy after the long suffering because of your mere negligence. Don't you dare hand over that document to Alhaji Bala no matter how he threaten your life, we will protect you to the end I promised. You don't believe my word then you go through your state news and see for yourself what happened yesterday" The latter said and ended the called leaving Barr bello render speechless for a while.

“Why? Does it bother you that he’s looking at someone besides you? Or the fact that he saved me and his daughter and brought us here. By all means do tell him to let us leave. It is my wish to do so. But as you may know, he is not allowing it.” Her eyes narrowed dangerously. “You’re still playing victim, Alaria. Pathetic. No matter how hard you're going to try and put on the brave and fake smile, everyone can see past it. You're nothing but a failure, a past, and now you're trying to roam around as if you own the place.”

He didn’t even seem to care about a word that I said. “Have the reports from the southern border come in?” he asked, voice low, clipped. “With our guests here, we wouldn’t want any trouble with the rogues.” “You needn’t worry, Alpha.” Alessandro answered, “everything is under control.” My lips pressed thin, the sting sharper because he had chosen to ignore me in front of the elders. Elder Lydia looked at me, and I smiled, doing my best to stay calm. Mia looked at me and shook her head, silently reminding me not to react in a way that I should not. I was no fool, but it did not mean that this was not bothering me.

“Why not? I mean, all this time. I’ve been overlooked at, by all those fucking Alphas.” He says with a shaking, yet angry voice. He continues. “Especially Alpha Tate. He takes my pack members, even though I have the smallest number of members, and no one even cared to question him.” “So what? You decided to kill, even the innocent? What did you gain from this?” I ask him. “Nothing. But seeing everyone suffer, beams my heart with joy.” He smiles with satisfaction. I can’t keep indulging him. Everything he says doesn't make sense.

Anissa wasn’t that much of a news person or a socialite but she knew about the recent kidnappings and government bombing in which the MMM gang leader took responsibility, causing fear and unrest throughout the country. She never thought that this handsome man, who was the CEO of Pakistan’s most powerful cooperate firm could possibly be the mafia king. He was sought by the FBI as well as the Pakistan Army inteligence for all his illegal acts and gang wars going on in the Sikhai region in central Pakistan. When Shehryaar saw the familiar flash of recognition cross her hazel eyes, he felt his anger subside a little and smirked. “Yes, meri tara, I am Shehryaar Ghulari, the leader of the MMM mafi

my heart refused to accept a betrayal like that. Lorenzo couldn’t be doing this to me. He couldn’t. My wolf let out a broken howl inside me, and the pain made me shake from head to toe. Then, through the murmurs on the video, the sound of a wheelchair rolling closer cut through everything. Someone moved a pale blonde woman into place beside him. «I know you’re all shocked, but it’s me, Alina Greco, and I’m ready to stand by my Alpha the way I did before,» she said in a low but steady voice, taking Lorenzo’s hand where it rested on the armrest.

Kahfa said again but this time she laughed a little. "Kahfa!" "In fact, Muhammad Ali Safar Alexis! It's okay, there's an operation schedule today, I'll say goodbye... Be careful not to lose your faith because of Nia. Always remember to istighfar, Li, I'll say goodbye. I'm sorry if it upset you. Assalamualaikum." That's how Kahfa, very kind, and always reminds. "Waalaikumsalam," I replied.

This is a man, with a slight smile on his face, assessing me silently, listening to my ridiculous baffling. He is not just a man though. He's an Alpha. The Alpha.