Imran Series Novels & Stories

༒ ℜ𝔞𝔣𝔣𝔞𝔢𝔩𝔢༒ I knew something had changed the second I walked into the study and found Imran sitting in my chair. Not literally my chair, but close enough. He was leaning against the edge of the desk with one of the files open in front of him, sleeves rolled up, eyes focused in that quiet way he got when he was thinking too hard. The lamp beside him cast a soft glow across his face, sharp enough to catch the faint scar near his jaw from the kidnapping.

Zain asked when Imran glared at Hayden, standing up and straightening his clothes, wiping his bloody mouth. He tilted his head at Zain and said, “Your head, for starters.” We all held our breaths, but Zain didn’t look rattled. “And why, dear brother-in-law, do you want my head?” Imran’s jaw clenched, his face twisting up with anger as he stalked forward, “I want your head, your crown, and to burn Azmia to ashes.” Khalid stayed close to Zara, Valeria and Nasrin, glaring at the men who were ready to harm us at the command of a Prince of Maahnoor.

She’s not a mommy’s girl nor a daddy’s girl. Askar Is a 17 year old who is Hindu and Immortal. Who cannot be destroyed. His Ancestors' religion is Hindu, which haunts him. He doesn’t quite fit well in his family. It all changes when he gets turned immortal by his human mom who births him.. His life flashes before his eyes seeing his mom die while birthing him will hunt him for all the years he shall live. Sooner than later he is a vampire trying to fit in with the humans. He isn’t like any other vampire, he doesn’t thrust for human blood. He is more disgusted with it, that each time his dad brought home some human for him to try, he would instantly puke it out. But what he really craves is a

she said. "Imran is an intelligent man," she said. "I heard so does his son, Roman," he said. "Our daughter is hanging out with him in the group," she said. "I know he is friends with Zaryaab. I have many expectations with that guy," he said. "One thing is making me a bit uneasy. Imran has not answered my questions. He must have hiding something," she said. A smirk appeared on his face. "You will know," he said. "But..." she tried to say something but he abrupts her.

Raine, seeing the nervousness on her friend's eyes, shoved his hand and hold it tightly. "You know, Zane," Raine emphatized, "You should be proud of yourself. Because of your mystery books, I learned many things about solving cases." "Well, not exactly because you mostly read Sherlock Holmes," Zane taunted. "Yeah... Yeah," Raine spoke sheepishly. "But still, you're the one who inspired me mostly." Seeing them talking with each other weirdly, Shaira cleared her throat. Crossing her hands in front of the two. "Aww..." Lani teased.

Now he was coming, the thought made her shudder with trepidation. It was rare for there to be any problems with prerogatives, and even in the event that there were, reapers were equipped to deal with them on their own. In the rare cases that problems occurred; it was usually just some soul refusing to move on and deciding to haunt the living. Those cases were called Spector protocols and more often than not, the reapers would just let the soul become ghosts.

Imran shook his head at me as he mumbled good morning while Suzi was trying to convince him that he had done a crime by staying here in the mansion. "He doesn't have anyone to drive him. He barely let me drive. I can roam around anywhere I want to in my free time." Imran shit back with a smirk as they both shot glares at each other when Imran's phone started ringing. He took out the phone while shooting glares at her as if he would lose the competition if he tore the gaze but his expression soon changed when he heard the voice from the other side. "Yes sir. I am coming right away..." "Suzi...the milk," I screamed when I looked at the milk boiling out of the pot and spilling everywhere. Suzi

You have started your job already keep it up man. It made him laugh and the forcefully stood him up from his seat to dance. Spraying him money. While he was dancing, Nasreen clandestinely stole a glance at her new husband. She admired him, He was very handsome no doubt about that, and built very well built. He was tall, 6'8ft, and had a flawless skin tone, he wasn't dark or fair in complexion, he had a creamy wheatish skin tone, the tuxedo he wore fited his broad shoulders. He had this very proud nose that stood out pointed. He had black radiant and acute eyes, and long eyelashes, and slight bearded jaw, and well chiseled and tiny lip. Allah was truly the fashioner.At the moment when he was

“Move it, motherfucker. To the bridge.” Chase and Imran walked to the bridge while Christine stayed with Gabrielle to wait for Angelica’s return with the first aid kit. Chase kept a safe distance from the younger Imran. The drugs must have taken some effect, because he was still unsteady on his feet, swaying like he was drunk. “He must have a fast metabolism. Just our dumb luck.” Chase thought. “Open the door.” Chase ordered. He wondered where the redhead was. Imran entered the bridge and as he did, he swung around, grabbing at the rifle and kicked Chase on his damaged knee. Chase fell backward, not letting go of the firearm.

I just stayed like for nearly half an hour here in this cabin. When I reached outside, everyone’s face showed worry except one with a smirk. And that belongs to ‘Imran’. Wait and watch dude! I reckoned and left to go and meet the scowling faces. I hurriedly made one and reached my floor and met again five curious eyes and went near him with it. He took it and smelled it for a second and started drinking and sighed. I left his cabin and took my place. “What happened this time? ” Rani asked.