Novel & Cerita Kanaya Maryam

His lose jeans and thin jacket raise my eyebrows, not ideal for this towns weather, "Your not from here?" His blue eyes seem to sparkle, "No I just moved from LA. Didn't realise it would be this cold." "Right, well welcome," I say, turning away. Keen to get back to the pack. Back to Will. "I didn't catch your name," he says after me, grabbing my elbow. I turn to look at him, raises my eyebrows at his hand. He lets me go immediately, offering me a soft smile . "I'm Bec." He sticks the same hand out, "Nice to meet you. I'm Hayden."

a sharp nod. "Thank you," I enter my office and walk straight to my desk sitting proudly in the center of the very wide room with an unlimited view of the city of Lagos stretching out to the horizon. I really do need to attend to things before heading out. My phone vibrates in my pocket. It's a text from Karen. – hey. The texts reads. "Just hey," I mutter. Is she mad at me? Did I do something wrong? – Hello Karen. Good evening. I text back.

"Like my wife said, we're happy to be here and are very grateful to be welcomed in such a good manner. As most of you know, I am Basha Siromani, and this is our daughter, Annabelle Ameera Siromani." Annabelle looked sort of annoyed when her dad called her Ameera but she covered it immediately. I wondered why, Ameera is a cute name. That was when I was able to take a good look at her. To say she looked stunning would be an understatement. Unlike the other girls, she wore something simple. It was just a plain navy blue dress that reached her ankles. Her jewelry wasn't shiny and she didn't have her glasses on. Annabelle gave a small wave and smiled after her dad introduced her.

"Do you know me?" Cornelia nodded furiously, her full-tooth smile getting wider. "Of course! You're Abdullah Saleh's wife!" as soon as Maryam heard that, she shushed at her putting her index finger over her lips. "You're too loud!" she half-shouted, half-whispered at her. Cornelia quickly covered her mouth and shot her an embarrassed look. "Sorry,". Maryam looked at her assuringly and shook her head. "It's okay. But how did you know that I'm married to Abdullah Saleh?" she asked her, worry lacing her voice.

He checked his watch. “We still have a few minutes to spare. Anything else worth knowing?” he asked and this time with genuine concern. If he was correct, Maryan was only seventeen. He has to make sure that she will not break no matter what the pressure. They needed her agility and availability. One by one, the conjurers are being captured although deliberately just enough for Khenealm to think that they are progressing but Maryan was the conjurer that he would not sacrifice. She was useful in a lot of ways. He had to make sure she was okay. “Nothing, sir. Everything is good here.”

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

Qiffdiya asks. "Nop. This is Yaya Zulqanayn's girlfriend." Qiffdiya's eyes fly open. "She's here, already. But no one told me she's coming. I probably stink. God let me go and bath then I'll introduce myself." Qiffdiya rushes upstairs with her veil serving as a train for her. "That's Yaya Mariya, but we call her Yaya Qiffdiya. She's a model and a brand influencer." Hassana says.

"Yeah I am listening, no problem I wanted to get mad at you but your speech cooled me down. She smiled at me and said something which surprised me cause I don't think she is the type who likes talking much. "I like you" What? I asked "l am sorry for not introducing me. My name is Mary Kendrick and yours? She asked "Mine? oh I am Kim Lalisa nice meeting a beautiful girl like you" "Awwwn nice meeting you too which school do you attend? "I attend Shin ha academy it's just a public school my dream is Starlight high school but since the school fees are da*n high I can't attend there"

Harry didn't have sanitary products. It was evening already and the stars were already in play, Maria walked into the nearest convenience store she could find. Forgetting she had a reputation to uphold or hide, she had done carefree without a mask or anything to cover her face with. Who knew fame came with a never-ending game of hide and seek? Whispers ensued wherever she walked by, followed by skin-pricking stares and eyes full of pity. It was nighttime already but the USA had lights enough to tackle the sun. The cashier in particular had thrown her an 'I feel pity for you' stare as she registered what Maria bought. What was happening? It was okay if they recognized her but that stare, it m

I asked. "Well it's your brother Ayaan who invited us.” Maryam blushed. "Oh really so why does that make you blush.” I commented. "What me nooo" she replied covering her cheeks. "Whatever you say my love.” I joked in response while she glared at me . Well to begin I have five crazy crappy friends, in that shabeeha is married to Nidhal and has a beautiful daughter Noora, the other is hasna who is also married to Abdullah and has twins Aarif and Aariz, Nuska is currently engaged to Zaid and for the others they are single and as you know my friend Maryam has a crush on my brother Ayaan.