Ibu Sarada Novels & Stories

She focused on the device in Susan's palm that was buzzing. In a haze, Sara Owen grasped the phone. “Call me if you need anything at all.” Susan said. Sara Owen nodded. “Good night, Madam.” Susan left the bedroom and Sara Owen looked at the mobile phone. The screen was dark as the mobile stopped vibrating. Before she could check the caller, the mobile started vibrating again. She picked up the call and placed it near her ears. “Hi, Sara.” She recognized the gentle and low voice of Rudra Reddy.

/Dhara opened the door instantly as she looked at Sarika. "Hema is your mom right?" Sarika asked as she hugged her tightly. "How do you know about my mom?" Dhara asked still confused. "She was my best friend and neighbour," Sarika replied. "Mishty and Dhara are looking similar and their moms are best friends. Something we are missing here" Arjun voiced out.

I am sorry for bringing troubles to My lady please forgive me this once" Shadia bowed and pleaded "It's okay, let's eat " Lady Salsa said, then kariya brought the food closer to them then served her Lady, Shadia couldn't hold her hunger as she jumped to pick a bun, Lady Salsa just smiled at her recklessness Such a silly child, foodie, Lady Salsa smirked which made Kariya laughed happily " Shadia control your covetousness, My lady haven't even taken a bit" she said to the silly child that already down her buns

"What?" "Now that I think of it, you look exactly like her," Sarah revealed. Ada, a light-skinned lady in her late twenties, was of average height with a glass hour shape. "You look exactly like her," Sarah repeated. "Her skin glows more than yours, but who will notice after what we have been through here?" she added, smiling suspiciously. "What are you talking about?" Ada asked, confused. "Mr. Bola, she is right here," Sarah shouted, pointing to Ada.

Alexander Davis finally walks the premier with our lovely Kamaria. She's still twenty years old. But her sway, her attitude, her manner, and her posture clearly showed her upbringing. Her dark chocolate skin and her slender physique bring out the simple beauty of the dress that she was wearing. She had her own favorite designer for this kind of event. She had told me the meaning of her name. "Kamaria means moonlight Adriana, they said that's what my parents named me after." Her parents were gunned down by the rebels, and she was brought secretly to America by her uncle when she was twelve."

said Sara. “Can I know your name?” she asked. “Saliha,” she said. “Saliha? Saliha, what?” asked Sara while raising her eyebrow. “Saliha Zaviyaar Ahmed,” she said while looking at Roman. He asked her not to tell anyone about their relationship. “Okay Saliha, your knuckle is fine,” she said. They turned when she called Roman. “Roman, why didn't you introduce me to your friend?” asked Sara. He turned and raised an eyebrow.

There were fewer people in the lobby and I just quietly made my way out when I heard my name being called. I looked back to see Sarah running towards me. "What are you doing here? Our classes ended long back." She asked out of breath. "Yeah, something happened. Why are you still here?" "Hades has his classes, so I wait for him." She shrugged. I nodded. "I really want you to meet him. Even my other friends. Hannah, Derrick, and Noah." She let out excitedly. And I smiled at her excitement.

I froze in my steps as I looked up and saw Sarah’s mother walking towards us and the instant sadness that overtook her as she looked at Adara’s baby bump. “Hello, Kiran.” Her eyes drifted down to the wedding band on my finger. “Hello, Mrs Winters.” There was an awkward silence for a few seconds and I was brought back to reality when Adara squeezed my hand. “This is Adara, my wife.” “How far along are you?” The sadness was plain to hear in her voice. “Six months.” Adara was itching to know who this woman was and what this strange exchange between us meant. “Congratulations. My grandchild would have been just over three years old now had Sarah lived.” She smiled sadly at us and kept walking.

His hair was slightly messy from our night, but it did nothing to hide how devastatingly handsome he was. "I have things at the office. We’ll talk later." Kade's tall, powerful frame was sheathed in his impeccably tailored black suit jacket. Then his phone on the pillow buzzed. I just happened to glance over and see the name on the screen: Sara. I’ve heard that name before. The kitchen staff whispered about her. Sara was Kade’s childhood friend, and they had remained inseparable throughout their university days. They were always together—studying, walking around campus. It was during one of their walks that a rival faction attacked them. Sara took a fatal blow meant for Kade. She was severel

Zayed commanded "We are on it Your Highness." Hyder said "Hyder said Nilofer belonged to the Bedouin tribal group?" Camille asked "Yes" "Why don't you ask mother for help. They are her people right?" Camille asked her husband. Suhara Nasrudheen is the daughter of the Bedouin tribal leader. She was betrothed to Karim when she was a young girl. But by the time she turned into the age of marriage and the wedding talks had begun, Karim met Rosaline when he was in UK for some business purposes.