Imran Series Novels & Stories

Once Mr .Hussain is done with his lecture , I didn't even wait for him to end the class .Grabbing my backpack ;shoving everything in just a single go .I make my way out of the class, no , let me corect myself I don't make my way , I run clearly afraid of the infamous QB to set his eyes on me once again .

"Imran is using you for something bad, bad, bad." what is he on about? I openly scowl. "I don't have time for games, mister Yasir." "no, I wouldn't dare play games with a girl as sweet, naive, and innocent as you. how unfortunate that I didn't cross paths with you before that bastard Imran..." he laments and I notice his voice is a bit slurred. "it's not too late...yet." was he intoxicated? "what are you on about ?" I question exasperatedly.

Hamza answered for her but rather coldly. Hamza was pretty inches taller than Imran. Where Hamza looked like a man out of art. All rugged and dominant. Imran looked like a young cool boy. They were so different. Imran regarded Hamza with an unsure look before he faced Hooriya. "I didn't want the people at university to know, it was a small function." Hooriya tried to justify herself because she felt bad right now. "It's alright I understand. Congratulations." Imran smiled at her and she sighed. That was better.

The corridor was very vast, I don't know when will we reach the end of this one. The silence was so deafening. My ears ring, I can even hear my heart pounding. "Hey, Sam..." Pietro started, he was in front of me. He didn't took a glance of me, he continued walking. I lost my thoughts. "When we got there, stay calm. They might take you as an opponent." "Yeah, sure." I shortly responded He stopped at a steel door with a lotus carved on the middle of the door, the knob was bronze and there was an “I.M” etched around it.

“Sounds like a good plan. Did I tell you I used to binge watch this? It’s one of my favorite series, you can’t beat Raymond Reddington.” That makes Immi chuckle as she bites into her cheese toast. “Me too.” She says with a mouth full of food. Damn, she is adorable. Her messy bun thing, my jersey that hangs off one shoulder and smudged mascara. I’ve never seen her look more radiant. Her skin is glowing. I get on the bed beside her and start eating as she presses play on the remote. “What other series do you like?” She asks. “I love anything to do with CSI, Black Ops, crime.” She tells me.

"Mu Ziran is a master at the Intermediate Human-Immortal Level, but he can't even withstand one strike from Chu Xun. That's terrifying." Mu Ziran's handsome face was badly mutilated, and his eyes were flashing with shock and fear. Chu Xun crushed his self-righteousness with one move. Was Chu Xun afraid of the Assembly of Immortals? That was just his imagination. The masters of the Draconian race and Zombie race were so frightened that they were trembling. Chu Xun destroyed the master at the Intermediate Human-Immortal Level with one strike. They were just at the Initial Human-Immortal Level, so to rush up was to die.

he said curtly. Imran rolled his eyes. “Relax, Aadil. I was just saying hello, not kidnapping your wife.” “You’re not trustworthy,” Aadil shot back, glaring. “Aadil, stop. He was only talking to me. You’re overreacting,” I tried to reason with him, but it was useless. He didn’t even blink. Imran, clearly done with the drama, left the room. I hid my smile. Watching my husband get possessive over me was strangely… adorable.