Farah Dowling Novels & Stories

“I’m Adelina and I’m calling from KlasyRhodes fashion home, Luanda. We need you to create some designs ma. We want to put up a fashion show and we need new unusual foreign designs.” Could she just stop with the madam thing, Chava had cringed one of her fists already; she didn’t like to be addressed with ‘ma’. Luanda? That was an African country and the caller didn’t sound like a regular client. Where did she get her contact from? “OK, my name is Chava or you can call me Miss Ava.” She smiled. “OK mad--sorry, Miss Ava. How much is your rate?” “When is the deadline? And how many designs?”

Farah's voice echoed through the chamber, and the maids scrambled to comply, managing to offer a hurried greeting to the Countess as they rushed past. Kaerlia approached the chamber and knocked gently, then entered to find Farah dressed in her striking red coronation gown. Farah's dress was a magnificent creation, made of stunning crimson silk. The bodice was adorned with intricate gold and silver embroidery, with an off-shoulder neckline that added a touch of allure. The gown flowed gracefully with a voluminous skirt and a train embellished with ornate patterns and beadwork, befitting her soon-to-be role as a powerful queen.

Without her beauty, Alexei would surely lose interest. A slow, triumphant smile spread across Farah’s lips as she met May and the others outside Broadway Bar. Everyone was buzzing with excitement, especially Farah and May. “When we get in, don’t say a word,” Farah instructed. “Grab her, hold her down, and we’ll each slap her ten times. Once she’s on the floor, I’ll put this ointment on her face.” These women, spoiled socialites, weren’t as extreme as Victoria’s circle—at least they hadn’t brought acid.

Chander's sudden interruption brought her back. "Miss Hila, let me help you take care of the other eleven." She didn't feel light headed or drunk anymore. "Why would you help me? You are in no position to gain anything from their deaths and if you are, just shut it and consider yourself lucky that your competition just got lower." She took off the robe and was left covered by a tiny sleeveless navy blue dress that barely covered even half her thighs. The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him.

Her voice was shaking resulted from crying. “Hey. What’s up? Are you crying? Are you okay? “Farrah is her only best friend. They know each other since they were in high school. Farrah Fin is an IT genius and specialized in hacking. She won many awards in Cyber Security competition. Her family owns the biggest Cyber Security company in Capital Z. “Yeah, I’m alright. Please Hurry up! I will tell you everything.” Arabella wiped her tears from her swollen eyes. “I’m on my way. Cool down. Inhale. Exhale. Repeat it! Okay? I’ll be there.” Trying to calm her down Farrah got up from her seat and walked out from her office.

she answered whilst taking a pair of panties out her drawer and putting them in her bag. "Lia, yes or no to this top?" Elena asked. "Yes. You bought me it didn't you?" Lia answered. "Just testing," Elena said with a smirk. "Pomegranate and honey body wash or vanilla and raspberry?" Bella said from the bathroom. "Vanilla and raspberry please!" Lia called back. "And what about shampoo? L’Oréal or Pantene?" Lisa asked. "The L’Oréal one is empty!" Lia said. "Okay." "I found it!" Allison said, pulling something out from down the side of Lia's bed.

Farah said as she handed me the bag. I opened it and check the contents. Seeing a small bag inside, I pull it. Inside the bag, there was a silk red dress. I frown at it. Raising my head, I wait for her to say something, but just a small smirk played on her lips. “This is something you can wear for a special occasion with Dominique. His favorite color is red, so he might enjoy seeing you on that,” Farah said with a smirk plaster on her face, “Also you would look beautiful. Your pale skin and white hair would make you look like a goddess.”

She was grateful for everything in her life until Farzan Shah entered her life. Farzan Shah, a twenty-nine year old billionaire never tolerates a single disorder in his life especially when they are wrapped around lies. Just in order to teach a person a life-long lesson he came across Aysham Zubair a girl who got twisted with his fate after others' lies.

God, she is so stupid. I turn my gaze to the TV screen across the room. I can’t hear the audio because the cafeteria is too noisy, but I can see that it’s an episode of Ellen and that she’s talking to a woman with blue highlights and a black leather dress. Some new pop artist maybe? I’ve lost track of them. “I seriously don’t know why Suzannah Northup is trying so hard to be in the entertainment industry,” Farrah tells me. “She’s already a model.” “She is?”

"She is yet to wake up. But according to the marks on her body, she has been under abuse for a long time. Others were still fresh." "It's like she had been whipped for a good number **of** years." The doctor said. "Do your best to make sure that she wakes up as soon as possible," Ashton said. "Yes, Alpha. We will do our best." Ashton waved his hand and walked towards the study room. Theo was following him. "What did you find out from your investigation?" "The girl's name is Maya Brown. She was saved by Mark Syden, the now alpha of wind winders pack." "What did you say her name was?" Ashton asked. He felt like he was hearing things.