Farah Karim Novels & Stories

She could feel something coming from the pup, as if it were reaching for her. She smiled. “What’s your name, pup, and how old are you?” “My name is Carter, and I’m thirteen.” They stood swaying side to side with Carter’s arms wrapped lightly around Leah’s waist. He was the same height as Leah, but she could already tell he would be well over six feet tall once he stopped growing. He had dark hair and blue eyes that were reminiscent of Ray and Francesca, and she had a suspicion that he was related as well, but she didn’t know how.

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

Theodore yawned in boredom of our conversation. “Such a child. My last name is Castor.” He was mocking her now. She was not amused either. “Hump…” Jamira turned her head at him. “My last name is Di Maria.” Theodore laugh. “So wait…. Hahahahaha … you’re telling us your name is Jamira Di Maria! Hahahahaha! What a name for a demon!!!” I looked at him dumbfounded by his laughter. Why was it so funny? I did not see why her name was ironic.

Even so, they were both decently dressed and fully covered from head to toe with only their palms and face visible. Farhana stood up from her chair and smiled at the two women. For a moment, she envied them. Hafsa was almost as old as her mother but looked younger. She was an accomplished woman who was adored by her husband and children. She was a successful working Muslima who had everything that one could ever ask for but then don't we all want more than we possess ?

"We're friends. She's the chief fashion designer I personally invited back from abroad—Farah. Do you still need me to explain why we're together?" Eleanor's face turned pale as her gaze swung back to me in disbelief. "You're saying… she's Farah?!" The agent sighed, rubbing her temples, before finally confirming it. "That's right. She's the Farah you've been so desperate to find."

It was a woman with a well-defined shoulders and a large scar on her left cheek, the captain of Red Dragon, Twilight who faced Farrah when she came to their camp. She seems to be the complete opposite of her name. “Who are you?” Twilight directly asked, her assessing eyes looking at Farrah from head to foot. Fortunately, Farrah was now experienced in dealing with people like Twilight. With battling her eye, she extended her hand and introduced herself with a smile. “My name is Farrah, I’m a Doctor, an Ability-Holder of Healing ability, level-3.” There’s fleeting surprise in Twilight’s frozen face, but it quickly disappeared as soon as it appeared. “Healer? What are you doing here then?”

Farah claims to be quiet. "Farah, stop!" Kevin comes up and taps her on the shoulder. "Is it true that you are drained from your flight? Return to your room and have a decent rest." "Sibling, would you say you are favoring one side with her? I'm asking her!" Farah answers in a harmed tone. What's going on with him? He cherishes her the most constantly and he could never hold up traffic when she embarrasses his sweethearts. Today for this young lady who doesn't appear to have developed well, how might he be so unusual! She is Farah George, his sister!

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

"I'm glad you left my team. If not, you might've dragged me down. You still don't know who that woman is, do you? She's more distinguished than Ava. With her around, the women flocking to Liam would all be irrelevant." "Farah!" Karl warned. "Don't forget, we still work in the company. Since you admire Liam so much, are you planning to work at the Prescott Group instead?" "Go ahead, keep protecting them and letting them wreak havoc. We'll see how long you can remain as the top-ranking manager!" Farah exclaimed. With that, she proudly strutted away in her high heels. Karl sighed. He then looked at Amelia. "Don't mind what she said." Amelia squeezed out a smile. "I'm fine."