Farah Karim Novels & Stories

I mumbled to myself, making sure I took all the necessary things I need, I walked downstairs, seeing Myrah dressed in a navy green blouse flown down with her black hijab She look beautiful Spotting me, her eyes widen, mouth agape. "Oh my Allah... You look so beautiful" she said embracing me in a hug. "You too" I replied back. To be honest, it's not that I'm bragging but I know that I look beautiful tonight, I hope the night... No fake night will be good. "Oh my Gosh... Is that you Farah." I heard Khalid's voice, holding his wife's hand. A small smile made it way out of my lips.

If I want to make her obey all my wishes, I must know everything about her. An hour later, my detective immediately emailed me the information about the unconscious woman in my bed. Her full name is Farah Santos Jimenez. So, her name is Farah. What a beautiful name! It suits her very pretty face. She is a college student and currently the breadwinner of her family.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.

Karila Aistarabaw I, daughter of a powerful Sultan named Alyakhand Aistarabaw II, granddaughter of the last acting king of Egypt, Muslim and widow. With an unappreciated fortune, she is undoubtedly the most powerful woman in the East in terms of finances. The drama arrived in her life story when she was still very young, she lost her parents in an unsolved murder in the city of Cairo, she became autonomous over her own actions at a very young age, having no close relatives alive, with an upbringing that has always away from non-Muslim genealogical connections, Karila became a woman on her own until she fell in love with the Persian prince Hamid Shaer II, a young man, an investor in the field

said Marvel while wiping Keysha's face, which was wet with tears. The car drove to Alvaro's residence, where Sinta and Ryan were talking with Farah and Bagas. Sinta tried to calm Farah down. "Ma'am Farah, forgive Ma'am Lisa's departure. I'm sure Ma'am Lisa is a good person. We pray that Ma'am Lisa will be placed on the best side," said Sinta while hugging Farah. "Thank you, Ma'am Sinta. I'm also sorry for everything that happened in Keysha's life; my child now has a different status from his previous status," Farah said, looking down after letting go of her hug.

Chapter 16 “Oh my God!” “What happened to her?” I can hear my mom screaming through the hallway. I groaned and keep still on Cairo’s arms. I don’t want to be close to him again but I have no choice but to use his body ‘cause I am temporarily blind. “Auntie Lia was sand attacked by my Farren.” I heard Caleb said. He probably followed us to whatever this place is. “It was an accident Granny,” Farren explained. I just sighed and heard Eunice scolding the kids on the background. I can hear Farren crying and Caleb yelp. My mom on the other hand talk to Cairo about what really happened.

I remember, when my mom used to take Kel and me; it was torture. "Seriously, are we done yet?" I whine, grinning when Farah gives me what can only be explained as the fuck-off look. From experience, I know that when she's on a mission, which she is now, there's no stopping her. "No, we have two more stores to go. Come on honey." I begrudgingly follow her inside Neiman Marcus, promising myself a pint of Ben & Jerry's Rocky Road ice cream after this. After searching high and low, I hear Farah squeal in delight and hold up yet another sleeveless dress, this one with a black embroidered sash at the waist that ties in the back and I sigh in relief, knowing just how perfect it is. Kel will love it

she said while walking toward the kitchen. "FAT!!!!!...WHO ME?" Ayesha asked in a shocked tone and looked down at herself then shook her head, disagreeing. "She is lying. I am not fat," Ayesha said, but started tapping her foot on the floor nervously and kept looking down at herself. "Excuse me...." Ayesha poked her finger in Arham's shoulder. Arham looked at her with raised eyebrows. "Am I looking fat?...." Ayesha asked, biting her inner lip. He looked at her from top to bottom. She was a slim, smart, sweet sixteen girl.

Though she had been a terrible person in the eyes of those who once helped her, she was determined to be better now—for Jake. All the wrongs she had committed while she was with him, she would make right. She’d make up for it and ensure Jake was the only man in her life. She’d pour all her love into him. She’d even give her life for him. “Jake, I’m almost there...” Farah smiled through her tears as she got closer to Jake. She couldn’t wait to touch him, hold him, kiss him, and show him how much she loved him. “There! Someone’s here!” a voice shouted in the distance, followed by the barking of dogs and the hurried sound of footsteps.