Ibu Azmi Novels & Stories

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

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?

I may have not been in Alvize’s life, at least not physically, but the man did not get what he needed or wanted in this world from thin air. “You, Ezra, are to respect the woman who stands in front of you for raising you and putting her life aside for yours. And you, Alvize, if you think for ONE second that you have spent your life away from us, or that you have been neglected, then you are a stupid and blind man. The schools that you have been to, the best of universities, and the businesses that you have started, neither one of them was done overnight and neither one of them were funded or sponsored by Jasmine. The woman may have taken your mother’s figure of educating and raising you, but

‘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.

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.

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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

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.