Jafar X Sinbad Novels & Stories

Laeddin found my hand under the water. He took it in his. "Two thousand years, Jaffar. You look well." I felt his shoulders shrug. "You look the same." His thin lips curled into a smile. "So do you, youngest son." As he spoke hundreds of skull monkeys appeared behind him. They sounded like a cheering crowd. Jaffar raised his bony hand and the monkeys quieted. "Who is the girl you have with you?"

“Jai is the second son of Alpha Leander and Luna Sara, making him my second cousin. Jai is a homebody and also a master horseman. He’s kind yet strong and dominant when he needs to be due to his Beta status. “Jai has been waiting for his mate since he was a child. It’s all he ever went on about when he was little,” Adam chuckles. “Of course, he’s a hybrid like the rest of us, but he’s also part banshee-like his mother, actually making him a tribrid.” I swallow hard. I didn’t know banshees were real! I always thought they were just something I read about in fairytales. But then I should have known better; humans read about our world in books yet don’t believe it. Typical.

Zaif and Zera Zayed sat next to her on the bed and wrapped his arms around her shoulder looking down at his son Soon the triplets joined them "Momma? Can I read stories to the baby, momma?" Zada asked "No. We will go to the zoo with me and feed the animals" Zian argued "I am the great wall of ZAZ. I will decide what the baby does" Zahir said, puffing out his chest showing his dominance.

I’m unable to hold in a growl John raises an eyebrow, “Alpha Sin is asleep and not up for visitors, as for Jessie, she hasn’t been here” “I don’t give a shit” and I shove past him, Liam following behind with a grimace. I wasn’t even sure where that assholes room was, but I started banging doors open and flicking on lights, Liam turning them off and shutting them behind me. Finally reaching the end of a hallway, I kick open the double doors of the room and see Alpha Sin sit up in bed, he looks fucking terrible. Like he was hit by a car, scrapes on his arms and shoulders, blood coating his hands, his hair completely sticking up in odd directions and a look of defeat on his face, like he gave z

Jafar sat in his study, chin resting on his intertwined hands as he glared at Yahya, who was sitting in front of him, feeling sweaty in an air-conditioned room. On the monitor next to him, the clip of Sikandar’s fight on the school rooftop was playing. “You told me the boy was unblessed,” Jafar said, almost growling. “He was a week ago,” Yahya wiped the sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief.