Jafar Ibn Abi Talib Novels & Stories

I walk quietly to my table of meetings, I sit rolling my mother's rosary in my fingers, I point out a chair in front of me and I get right to the point. -What did you want to talk to me about, that is so important? Jafar is my government's right-hand man, the head of my guards, one of the few people I trust, he is my cousin and a deep connoisseur of the mischief, and of the affairs of the kingdom of Bahrain. -My King, the matter is serious. You know how much I have always been faithful to you, how much our friendship ... Even though he's my cousin and my best friend, I don’t have time to waste on dodges. I am not a man of bended words, I like righteousness, the right shot, precision is a qua

I said, my tone coming off a bit too sharp, but in my defense, it was due to the fact that we had already wasted time, and I did not want us to waste anymore. We needed any intel we could get. I gave her a small smile, and attempt to feel homey, and for her to be comfortable. If she was shy, she could look at me as she spoke instead of awkwardly looking around. Thankfully, she caught the message and understood. Taking a deep breath, she continued, "The vampire… his name is Jafar. And apparently, he's… pureblood." A collective gasp filled the room. Pureblood vampires were almost unheard of, and it had been thousands of years since we saw one. At least, since the legends saw one.

But little did they know that the Ayatollah had not actually died. Since he was the king because he reincarnated into a Vizier, a powerful and wise advisor, known as the Great Lion of Fire, until he returned to his kingdom, he brought peace to the people, of the twelve kingdoms in which he and his army roamed the other cities of sand, until he reached his kingdom as their new king and protector, watching over his people and keeping them safe from harm.

No, he knew he just couldn't, he was no super hero but at least he would try to do something. Omar looked around, studying every man's face that he could, like he knew who the bad guys, the assassins and the so called Prince Aazim were but he didn't. He had never seen this Prince Aazim before and aside from his father, he didn't know who else was in on this plot. "Custodian of the Two Holy Mosques, His Royal Highness King Jaan bin Abdullah bin Abdulaziz Al Saud, of Saudi Arabia."

Tehzeeb dressed in a mini skirt and crop top arranging her apartment neatly, putting incense every where, she has no idea of AA coming back today, so she connected her phone to the home theater speaker listing to the recitation of the Holy Qur'an Suratul At-Tawbah(Repentance). Different kind of car but thesame colours of car lined up waiting for the gate to be opened for them, the gate man immediately open the gate knowing who is the owner of all this car which is none other than General Ashafa Alkali Ladan (AA) who is back with his escorts. Despite him not liking the idea of escort following him he has no option like before because his now a General and no General is to be roaming around wi

Ayesha, Yahya and Farhan were about to agree- “No, we deshide righth hair righth noww,” Jafar declared as he was wheelchaired into the garden by a nurse.

’ he asked, his gaze flicking back to Abdullah. ‘This is Abdullah al Bakir, Sheikh of a northern desert tribe and Sheikh Omer Ibrahim’s older brother. He is the rightful heir to the throne of Dubai.’ Amira felt the sudden surprise tense Abdullah’s body, felt it in herself. She’d spoken with a certainty she felt right through her bones.

He looked at me and said, "You've done a great job, she-wolf. I've never seen a braver girl like you during an operation like this. I saw your potion box. Have you been through some medical training before?" "No. The box belongs to Uma. She was the Shaman doctor in the Crimson Pack. I was just helping her around in her tent, treating wounded soldiers." I said. "You've got yourself a pair of very steady hands. Have you thought of becoming a doctor or something?" he asked. "A real doctor? A Shaman doctor, you mean?" I asked. "Yeah," he said. "My name is Jafar Sadiq. I'm His Excellency's personal physician and I'm also the head of the Royal Medical Academy in King's Land. You're welcome to join

’ Anjana’s face turned pale. ‘Don’t worry; I am saying that as he is the Shiva’s gift. He is part of Shiva. And as Shiva he will also destroy the phoney arrogance of others.’ ‘Oh! Then what’s your suggestion?’ ‘HANUMAN – Destroyer of Phoney Arrogance.’ *****

"Assalamualaikum" Sadiq raised his head and was met with his drained friend. He unplugged the iron he was using " waalaikumusalam. Finally you're here." he said to jafar . Jafar walks straight to the bed, he kept his bag one side and lat flat on the the bed. " I'm so so tired and hungry wallahi" Sadiq hang the shirt he ironed and went to drag a stool to sit on " see this boy fa, wasn't there a cafeteria at your work place? "