Ibu Azmi Novels & Stories

Zariah tells us. "You know, you're kind of weird," Brynn observes. "Noted." Looking out the window to where Zariah had pointed to the girl she was talking about, I noticed those dark features about her, that honestly made me a little envious. The sleekness of her hair is something I would never achieve on my own. "Watch out from Alani Prelich over there...Her father is the commander of one of the most notorious armies in the Power Pack," Zariah warns me, and I shiver, as she glances up, so I can see the darkness of her eyes.

He spoke to the soldier beside him without taking his eyes off Aazim, the soldier nodded and walked towards Aazim. Aazim who had come out from under the chair was angry and scared but more angry because his plot had now failed but still he kept a bold look on his face. He looked round the hall and accessing the damage, there was not a single follower of his that remained alive, he frowned. He had heard when Saadiya screamed his name, he could see the pain and anger in her facial expression and as he watched her approach him, he withdrew a small knife from underneath his shirt and held it out of the sight of the others.

I tilted my head to him, “Well, Khalid Al-Latif is here, so you shouldn’t worry about it. The press will do its work.” He smiled kindly at the towering man who was busy whispering something to the lady in his arms, her cheeks flushing red. “Even as the Prince of Azmia, his paintings have made over two billion dollars for the fundraisers, so I believe it will go well.” Khalid Al-Latif was not only the Prince of Azmia, the country that bleeds gold, but he was also the brother of Sultan of Azmia. His paintings are inspired by grief, death, and a sad notion of life which my mother always found intriguing even though he was barely twenty at that time. I had seen his artwork for the gala; every pa

I'm filled with a mixture of excitement and happiness because I've finally found the woman I've been looking for for three years. I took my time to sit down and pay close attention to the man on the other end of the phone line. What is the location? "Can you tell me where she is?" I inquired of him, perplexed. "Arizan Laztimoza works as an agent for the National Bureau of Investigation and as an assistant to the PNP Chief. Arizan, according to information, has relocated from his previous residence in Cavite, which is what I'm told. After listening to what he was saying, I squinted and realized that I had a recollection of something.

Third Person Point of View: “What the fuck is this?” Viktor asked, frowning at the sight of the men carrying the crate. The men brought in the boxes that were arriving from nearby families who were pledging their loyalty to Esteban, and this in specific was for Viktor. “It came to you, from Alexei Aslanov” one of the men said, looking down at his feet, avoiding his and the Alpha’s eyes. They knew the punishment for trying to do so, and each one of them wanted to keep that head of his over his shoulders.

Jezton’s voice pulled her attention back to the conversation, “I’d love to see you again, but I don’t know if you’d want to see me. And on top of that, you’re a busy and married woman.” “Of course I’d love to see you,” Azzmi replied. “That’s why I gave you my number. We’ll definitely meet up.” After hearing about Jezton’s struggles during their chat at the orphanage, Azzmi felt like there was something she could do to help him. She could only hope he’d stay focused and work hard, not letting his past mistakes repeat.

"Remember my saying before doing anything Sanam is my wife. She is my respect. If someone tried to look with the wrong intention at my respect then I wouldn't leave him to see anything for his whole life." As he said that, he didn't stop there. While Aazal for a long time kept on sitting in his place pondering over his words. The harshness in his words made him realize that he can do what actually he is claiming. Because he is Asfand Yaar Khan, one of the top businessmen of this city. And he does hold that much power to annihilate anyone with his single gesture. His warning again forced Aazal to rethink his decision. **********

Maybe I can get some answers’ now? “Hey, why did you save me back there and where are we going?” “Those questions I can’t really answer right now, but all I can say is that it will be a safe place for you.” Now knowing I will at least get an answer later on, I asked another one, “Who are you?” He scratched the back of his head, “I guess I haven’t introduced myself yet…. the name’s Azz. I am a local blacksmith and shop keeper at the capital.”

Amaris "Now, if everyone would turn to page 253 of their texts, we will begin,” our teacher says, trying to gain our attention over all of the noise of students chattering. Instead of paying attention, I lay my head on my desk, not caring in the least about this class, or school altogether. I'm only here so that I can finish my education, get my diploma and leave this godforsaken town and these godforsaken people.

Diego: “What do you mean the man paralyzed you?” Ezra asked, tending to the wound that I had on my right arm. It was one that Cosimo inflicted when he had me paralyzed, a small reminder, according to him, of what he could do when he wanted; and I couldn’t even fight against it.