Novel & Cerita Hamzah The Fantastic

They arrived France five hours later, she had not blinked her eyes for a moment as different thoughts kept running through her head, she looked over to see Alex sleeping soundly, not bothered about their journey to see his father. On getting to a gigantic building Serena had never seen in her life, alex pushed on the button of the intercom and a voice came through asking who it was, giving his name the gates opened and he drive in parking his car next to countless others. "OMG your parents are indeed extremely wealthy" Serena gushed, coming out of the car, A butler greeted them at the front of the door, " welcome home Mr Salazar" he said, stepping aside to let them in, " Your father is in th

The smile on his face is taunting, allowing me to see that he knows more about me than I do about him. "I see you got my message," he notes, pointing down to the paper I still hold in my hand. A lump gathers in my throat as I glance down at it. I don't think I can handle not knowing anything about this man for another second, especially with the probability of Malik walking back in here being so high. "I've never seen you before," I say slowly. "How did you even manage to get up here?" "Let me firstly introduce myself," he says politely. He holds his hands out, and I see his hands are encased in strange ebony velvet gloves. "I'm known most commonly as Fate."

It's my promise" Zoya assured little Junaid. He looked at her, his eyes puffed up. Zoya tore a bite of roti and moved near to his mouth. He ate it. He felt a support that someone was there in his broken state. --- Sahir held little Zahara in his arms, entered his office. Zaki looked at both of them and happily greeted them. "Look who is in the office" Zaki shouts out loudly. Everyone gathered to see little Zahara. "Morning everyone, this is my daughter Zahara" Sahir introduced little Zahara to everyone putting her down. Zaki took a step ahead of her, she stared at him. Few workers came forward to greet Zahara. She looked up at her father, Sahir. He motioned her to give in. She gave her hand.

He said coldly, “Chasing Wind, break his limbs before we talk.” “Yes!” Chasing Wind nodded and unceremoniously lugged Fatty Zaahir off the bed. He might look like a pig, but he was no more than a chick in Chasing Wind’s hands. Click! Click! The sound of shattering bones alongside the pig-like squeals was like a magical chant that reverberated in the room. Fatty Zaahir wailed in pain, his face ghastly and pale. “You people are dead. Do you know who I am? I am Henry Zimmern’s son. My father is a local aquaculture tycoon. You are dead! He will definitely destroy your whole family.”

Those muscles, abs and handsome Greek god face he possesses are on another level! Zamir has been running through my mind. He hasn't called me today but we talked a lot last night. I was quite devastated and disappointed though. He said he'd call but I kept on looking at my phone to see if he dropped a message nor missed a call but nothing was there. Taking a deep breath, he might be busy again. Well… he always does. "He must be way better than Zayn Malik!" Fatima freaked out. I smirked. "Oh, he's similar to Henry Cavill but my boss was way better!"

Hamza Shah, A, 29 years old ominous monster. A heartless man with piercing obsidian eyes that sends chills down her spine. He is a killer and a sinner with no remorse. His name alone causes terror to grip his enemy's heart. The man was apathetic, except the vicious man loves and respects his mom. He didn't need a distraction in his life. His goal was to eliminate all his enemies so his name would boom in the whole country and the sagas of his monstrosities would be whispered in every nook of the nation. What will happen when a living, breathing distraction was restrained and hauled into his life. And that distraction came in the form of none other than Hooriya.

Zara spoke through the comms having overheard Zeba, “We made the strongest actually fear something.” “He will show up,” Farhan insisted, “if not today, then tomorrow, if not tomorrow, then the day after. He thinks he is the main character and main characters always rescue their family and friends.” “I keep telling you, that’s just a meme,” Suleiman sighed, flipping a card around, “Looks like you just activated my trap card,” he told Zara. “Dang it!” She said putting the cards on the floor to the side where all the dead cards went.

I can't allow anything to happen to either of them. Hazar, furious, can't contain his anger. He punches Ahmet with force, but Ahmet laughs with contempt and casually wipes the blood from his lip. "You're a monster!" Hazar yells, trembling with rage. "You're not worthy of being called a man. You're a monster." Ahmet stands up, showing no signs of fear or pain. "Leave, you fools. Time is running out, and if you don't comply with my demands, you know what awaits you."

Any explanation would seem pale and powerless before the old man. Hamza walked to the window and spoke in a low voice, "These seven children—Amelia got lost when she was young, and the other six grew up by my side. I know their words, actions, and expressions by heart. I have a strange feeling... none of these seven children are ordinary."

Dad glared at Farzan concerned about Aysham while he asked Suzi to end the game. “You also ruin his life just like mine.” Suzi gritted her teeth in hatred. “I didn’t ruin your life. You did that to yourself so the same case would be with him too.” Farzan said looking unaffected by her statement. “Is he Ahmad Hashmi?” Zaroon asked as they all had a weird feeling from him. “You are close but he isn’t the mastermind.” Suzi smirked as she looked like a psycho. “Who is it?” Muzamil asked as he fisted his hands in his pant pockets.