Ibu Azmi Novels & Stories

Her ideas for their next project were hanging somewhere in her brain because she was lost in the problem relating to the company's CEO. Philip shook hands with one of his clients with a smile. His client's name was Mr. Ayomide, a Nigerian who loved artworks. He was glad to meet Philip after hearing a lot about his talent for a long time. "I wouldn't want to waste your time sir, please sit." Philip said.

CASSANDRA POV 1 YEAR LATER. "Why can't you send someone else?" I questioned my boss Mateo holding the phone up my ear. "Because you're the best assassin we have to kill this motherfucker, who has been causing trouble for us," Mateo said. "I don't give a fuck how you kill him, seduce him, shoot him in the dick, do what you have to get him" "Fine, so what's the guy's name, and what does he look like," I asked.

“How’s everything going at the pack?” “All good. Early this morning, Patriarch Greco called your brother.” “He did?” I asked, looking at the wooden paneling. I fell asleep around 6 in the morning, and he still hadn’t come back. Mom told me about the Arganza deal, and they never would’ve imagined it would be useful. “Thank you, sweetheart, for thinking of us. The Patriarch praised you for closing the deal. Your father taught you well,” pride swelled in my chest when I heard her, but my traitorous eyes started to sting again.

She was grateful for everything in her life until Farzan Shah entered her life. Farzan Shah, a twenty-nine year old billionaire never tolerates a single disorder in his life especially when they are wrapped around lies. Just in order to teach a person a life-long lesson he came across Aysham Zubair a girl who got twisted with his fate after others' lies.

His eyes which met mine spoke louder than his words ever would, and I knew to maintain and respect my distance right now. “It has been a while since I have seen you, Osman, but then again, you and I both know that it was you who disappeared for a long while.” Alvize said, extending his hand to the man. I stayed still and quiet as I watched the men exchange their conversation before Osman turned his attention to me.

Zainab collected the baggage from my hand saying 'A pregnant lady shouldn't work. 💔💔💔 ABU, Zaria: Ahmadu Bello University, Zaria. Amira: An executive position meaning head of the ladies in an islamic organisation. Garri: Cassava flour. 💔💔💔 Vote & Comment.

Jamie is known for being a terror and didn't even care about why we wanted to leave the group, he's always happy to cause mayhem, and being paid to do it is just an added bonus for him. Shouting draws our attention to the front of the line where Jamie has dramatically fallen over and is screaming bloody murder, that boy deserves an Ascor award. Unfortunately, we don't have time to stay around and watch the scene unfold. We need to get our asses away from here and quickly. "Let's go," I whisper yell and we haul our asses towards the narrow lane that will lead us to where we want to go. Goddess, please look after us.

The room goes silent and everyone focuses on him, “It's astonishing to have all of you here, it means you're willing to fight for your leader and we appreciate it. As you know, we're going to war tomorrow and, as such, we should be prepared, you might have been brief about what to expect, but Ashanti is going to give you guys detailed information” I walk forward and pay attention to the men and strong woman in the room, these are people willing to fight for reasons they don't even know, and I appreciate the loyalty. We're almost forty if I'm not mistaken. I look around and watch as they look at me with eager eyes, Caleb gives me a nod and I smile, “Some of you may know me, others don't, but

“Alvize, Jasmine knew why I did it. I couldn’t have risked your lives. We couldn’t have the two of you growing up to fight to become Alphas of the pack. The two of you…” “Don’t you think that the excuse is a bit too shady?” Alvize said, stopping her. “I don’t want to hear it, as I really don’t give a damn why you did it. I have my own reasons why I am here, and unfortunately, your son needs to help me with one of them. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have bothered. This place and this family and nowhere near where I belong, it never was, and it never will be. ” “What is going on?” I asked, frowning in confusion and he pulled out his phone. He handed it to me and I frowned when I saw a video of Mikhail

‘I believe a proper introduction should be the first thing we do, and since I already know your name, I would be the one doing most of the introduction,’ he stated. My attention was piqued. I have been dying to know his name since our encounter in the elevator. ‘Aziz Mustafa, but you can call me Aziz.’ My eyes widened as soon as he mentioned his name. I originally thought he was just one beautiful, powerful man until I found out he is the owner of ABM. And now, I just learned he is the richest man in all of DRAVILSBERG.