Fareeda Marks Novels & Stories

They had both been worried about Princess Amira because they hadn't seen or heard from her in a long time and just maybe they'd find out what happened to her. "Thank you for bringing me out of there" Cara said to Fatu "It's my pleasure, I have waited for this day for so long " Fatu said smiling "I dont want you here Cara as a slave" Fatu said "Master, please I'll work for as long as you want me to, there's nothing left for me anywhere else, please don't get rid of me" Cara pleaded "Marry me" came Fatu's request "Yes, yes" Cara replied smiling She felt she had nothing to think about, he'd brought her out of slavery and is offering her something any other slave woman will die for, she'll forev

She frowned a little and suddenly lost her appetite. After breakfast, Kayla decided not to call the driver. Instead, she took a cab alone to Southhill, home to the largest cemetery in Amethyst City. Her parents were long gone, and with no family left, she had to handle her final resting place. A cemetery staff greeted her and handed her a hot cup of coffee. "No problem. We have plenty of plots available. If you don't mind me asking, Ms. Greenfield, is this for an older relative?" Kayla shook her head. "No, it's for me."

I asked, growing increasingly more concerned. "We don't know what happened, but Chase found them. Agent Marks was found dead at the scene." "WHAT?!" I unknowingly shouted, altering Jessica and waking Maverick from his sleep. Maverick began to cry, and Jessica picked him up, holding him in a tight hug. She looked over at me, but I didn't miss the concerned expression on her face. I could tell that she knew that something was wrong, and was desperate to find out what had happened. I switched the phone over to speaker phone, knowing that Jessica desperately wanted to know what had happened. Thankfully, Maverick was too young to understand what was going on.

One of them — tall, dark-skinned, effortlessly stylish — flashes a grin that’s part warm welcome, part finally, she’s here. “Emilia, right? I’m Fareeda, Aarav’s wife.” She gestures toward one of the few teammates of Liam’s I actually remembered by name — Aarav, who’s currently letting two kids climb his back like he’s a human jungle gym. Beside him, Dante lounges in a lawn chair with a paper plate stacked high with BBQ, lazily shouting encouragement like a man who has zero intention of moving unless food falls from the sky. Fareeda leans in conspiratorially. “I’m also the unofficial WAG committee chair. Translation: everyone else dodges the group chat and I end up planning the parties. Welco

I tapped explore and the first thing that came to my mind to search for was Faryah. She was using Faryah Mustapha Edwards now. She was easy to find. She didn't have any posts and her followers weren't that bad. 10k. Cool. I looked at the photos she was tagged in and my heart sank as I looked at her pictures in African wears. She was so beautiful. There were different photos here, with she and her family and my daughter. My Najmah. There were some with the Khalifa guy, their pictures pained my body, heart and soul. No one could deny that they honestly looked very good together and here I was on the side-line.

Everyone knows her grandson is never wrong, he is always right with the best reasons behind his actions. Even his mother won't be there for him like she's been, she was too busy getting something that will belong to her no matter what. Her royal majesty Fareeda happened to be lonely in those days and when her first grandson graced the world, she couldn't keep her hands to herself. He is always there to spend the nights in her chamber, keeping her company while she feed him when his mother wouldn't

’’ He said giving an old trick to her. ‘’Josef. Sir is calling for you.’’ A boy of the senior year said and Josef followed him after waving his hand to Fariha. Soon Fariha started counting till she reached three hundred seventeen when she heard her name on stage. ‘’Fariha Kamal. Scoring the highest in the whole college with 98% marks and first position in the whole science section. Please welcome her to attend her reward.’’ She was lost there but her body moved slowly.

The woman's voice on the other end of the phone was calm and collected as she started her talk with a small laugh, "How did you find me?" Fareeda played with her feet on her swivel chair as she turned around, "I have my ways. Nice speaking with you, my name is Fareeda," "Should I be alarmed that a nobody found out who I am? I'm told by my assistant that private investigators are paid a huge sum of money every day to find out who is behind Hush Havens," "That should tell you that I am not to be underestimated," Fareeda said coolly. Irene laughed and asked, "Are you going to force me to release your story by threatening to reveal my identity?"

She wondered if it was better to be alone, or with him because he was not making a difference. Fareeda handed the eggs over to woman when they reached the market. She didn’t know why but she was feeling uncomfortably hot this morning. She could feel her body burning all of a sudden. Her eyes became clouded for a second and she stumbled, before she regained her balance and vision. She really should have taken the cold water. “Are you okay, your highness?” Haider asked when he saw her waver on her own feet. “I’m fine. I’m fine.” Fareeda said, nudging him away from her. She could feel her belly turning again. She knew she was about to lose the last thing she had forced down her throat.

Fedora stood in her Dallas kitchen as the morning sun streamed through the blinds. Her mother, Elizabeth, sat at the table, nursing a steaming mug of coffee while her twin girls, Zariah and Eliana, joined in with their cereal. “Mom,” Fedora began softly, “I need to go to Dubai for Beauty’s wedding.” She paused, guilt tightening her chest. “It’s... it’s her own wedding, a smaller event, just final touches, logistics.” Elizabeth looked up, warm concern in her eyes. “I know. And the girls?”