Ibu Azmi Novels & Stories

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.

The golden flecks in his eyes swirled, making them brighten and flash dangerously. Towards the left of the stage stood Zeke, his arms crossed in front of him, a crucial ally for our pack and a trusted friend. Asher’s Beta stood to the right, a quiet man who saw much more than the rest of us. He peered out into the crowd; his face neutral beneath the harsh stage lights.

He sat opposite me with a whimsical grin, "You're just going to have to deal with me until the end of our little coffee date." "If I have to deal with your asshole ways and your constant perverted jokes then at least admit you were following me," I challenged, sitting forward in my seat which had my knees unintentionally brushing his under the table, "and this isn't a date." A sinful smirk curled his lips as he gripped my knees between his hands, thumbs grazing over my flesh which had goosebumps littering the surface. I held back my shudder only because I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of feeling me shiver under his touch. Ace was temptation all wrapped up in one pretty-looking pac

The man just nodded then sat down in the chair that was right in front of the chair's Shanum. “Eh?” The man furrowed his brow,” my chair here. Nih I believe.” Instead, he shows the ticket in his hand and the correct seat number is the number of the seat in front of the Shanum. That is a stroke of genius again is the man edged greenish with jaw firmly as well as thick eyebrows and an intense stare that looks Middle Eastern, but he very smoothly speaks the Language of Indonesia. Not even raw. Aware of the peculiarities in him which were noticed by the girl in front of him this, the man turned his head lazily.” I am Abizar. Just of Turkish descent but I was born in Indonesia. Exactly in Jakarta

I slowly went inside my apartment and in an instant, I fell on my bedsheet cover and fell asleep because I felt so tired. “Choose your side!” “I have to leave” “Please, don’t go” “Wake up, son” “Isaac” I woke up because of the dreams and the voices that whispered in my head. I remember now. He is Uzmael. The one who owns the white smoke and he is the one who wants to conquer God’s throne. He has a big ambition to rule the human and the spiritual world. I tried to recall his face but I couldn't remember even though I saw his face. It keeps on deleting in my memory. I tried to go back to sleep but I can’t sleep anymore. The sun is set high in the sky and it is already morning. Everybody is bu

His persona from serious, has molded into one of amusement, as his eyes gleam testily. "I'm aware of how much she could help, brother. That's not my point. My point is that I don't want Alaya here, where creatures like Sinful have full control," Asher states, then he looks back at me over the rim of the glance. "People here would eat you alive, beautiful. In more ways than one." I'm not sure what he means by the exactly, but I'm repulsed either way. This isn't the first time I've heard the name Sinful, but I'm going to listen to Death when she told me I don't want to know about him.