Ibu Azmi Novels & Stories

He was not as repulsed as he had been in the past, but these past few days, that girl has been behaving very weirdly. He would sometimes find her sitting in a daze and he would call out her name for quite some time before she respond. Anyway, as long as his baby was healthy, he did not care about anything else. Mark stopped his thoughts from running wild and concentrated on reading the letter before him. After seeing that their manifesto was great, he responded and even invited them to his party! …. At the northern mountain…… Ashton looked at the report sent by Tom and nodded his head. He was pleased with how seriously Tom and the rest had taken the assignment.

I felt safe. "Who are you?" Ashton asked. "It's none of your business." Cyrus said, his voice harsh and poisonous. "Carmela is my business." My best friend pulled me closer to him. "She is my business, so, back off!" He's rude. He's always been rude. He never treated anyone with respect. He never treated anyone like humans. Cyrus only cared about himself. He only cared about his pride and I hate it. Someone like him easily loses his patience, meaning, he'll lose control and end up hurting anyone that disobeys him. And seeing how Ashton is pushing him to his limits scares me.

Being a Hashmi came with a price tag, and she was worried to the core for their safety. Kabir stepped out, glancing at the people for a welcome. His gaze zeroed in on a familiar face—Zaid. “Welcome, Mr. Ka—” Zaid froze. What stood before him was Ayaaz Quadri, but in a tailored suit and with emerald eyes. If not for those eyes, Zaid would be convinced he was imagining—the signature mark of Amaan Hashmi and his elder son.

Various kinds of medicines became mandatory souvenirs for Azmia. With permission from Dr. Martin, Azmia underwent alternative treatment known as JSR from Dr. Zaidul Akbar - Jurus Sehat Rasululah - on Baren's recommendation. Focusing on Azmia's treatment was Bram's goal, he did not want to lose the woman he loved so much. He attended Dr. Zaidul Akbar's seminar, so he could consult directly about Azmia's illness. Azmia underwent a brain tumor treatment program with JSR, the first month the results were very good. Doctor Martin said that the tumor was in a stable condition, but did not dare to ensure that Azmia's condition would be fine.

Aisha looked up at him. “Hello, my name is Syed Roman Ali Gardezi. You are pretty,” he said in a deep seductive voice. No woman could ever put his charm down, they have to put their guards down instead. “I don’t talk to guys until they reach my ideal,” she said while touching his shoulder. Muaza was not listening as she was all lost in her book. “And what is your ideal?” he asked while raising an eyebrow. “I am a daughter of infamous business tycoon, Zaroon Khan, so I don’t date a commoner,” she said while moving her fingers in her hair.

Ansha sees him approaching her table and her breathing seems to stop right there. She does not expect him to do anything reckless as anything personal of her is not related to him. But again he is Ahmer, the successful CEO of the province’s best company and emerging future of the country. No one can expect less from him in any matter.

"I don't remember being attacked, what happened?" "Oh, your highness, you poor sweet girl." The fire forgotten, she rushes to my side, moving the tray and cradling me like a child. A completely inappropriate action for a staff member to make towards me, but I lean into the comfort of her touch. "It was that awful creature, Abaddon, may the Goddess curse him. He discovered your condition and tried to kill you and the future heir in one go. There's talk that his Majesty will retaliate personally this afternoon, but don't you fret, he will protect you with everything he has, those devils won't get near you again."

Onyx accused, causing Aza's eyes to widen slightly. "S-spy? W-wait, no!" Aza quickly denied, prompting Ash to step closer to the two and pat them on their shoulders, making them turn to him. "Don't bombard her with questions. Let her answer us one by one. You're just scaring her!" Ash reprimanded the two, making Aza breathe a sigh of relief before slowly standing up from her seat, causing Onyx to turn back to her. "Ahmm, F-first of all, my name is Azalhea Liem Mcphee. I'm 21 years old, and I live in—"

Who's there? Unknown voice: I am Aziz Sheikh. How are you? I needed to search a lot for your phone number. Me: Aziz Sheikh... Oh, Aziz. My colleague Aziz. Wow, man. It has been a long time since we talked. I am doing well. What about you? Aziz: Yes, I am your colleague Aziz. I am doing well in health but by mental peace, I am so disturbed in that way. Me: Is everything all right?

He hadn’t just lost a title—he had lost the future he had been promised, all because of a well-timed birth. "That explains a lot. It explains why Abel seemed different. There’s history there, weight. He’s not just your uncle; he’s—" "A rival," Asher finished, his voice flat. "He always has been, and probably always will be." She turned back to Asher, her curiosity not yet fully satisfied. "Do you trust him?" Asher’s response was immediate. "No." The word fell like a stone between them, heavy and final. "Abel plays his own game," Asher continued. "He might have stepped out of the pack’s direct line of power, but that doesn’t mean he’s harmless. He’s dangerous in a different way now, more subt