Khazad Dum Novels & Stories

Zara asked as she continued to absorb the flames. “I never run out of energy, that’s my intrinsic karamat,” Tahira answered. “Let’s see how much you can absorb before overheating.” Suddenly, Zara wasn’t feeling so hot anymore. Ismail was strengthening Asadistanis with his karamat, allowing them to hit harder. Farhan was with him, giving him cover from the Barfistanis trying to sneak attack them. A group of ten Barfistanis created a large earth golem that was exchanging blows with the djinn created by Javed and Asif. People around them ran for cover as the rocks and flames dropped every time they clashed.

She was using fake board resolutions, corrupt judges, and predatory corporate filings to break his spine, piece by piece, while he stood in the dark and let the fire consume him. Why wasn't he fighting back? Where was the ruthless, hyper-controlling billionaire who used to rule this city with an iron fist? Why was he letting a narcissistic supermodel and a pack of corporate vultures tear his life's work apart without raising a single finger to defend himself? The door behind me opened with a soft, quiet click. I didn't turn around, keeping my eyes fixed on the dark silhouette of the Peterson tower across the street. "The Dumbo warehouse just cleared the raw titanium shipment for Friday's eve

"Zaddy," That wasn't the name. Where that one had come from, he had no idea. But it was like she just emptied a tank of gasoline on his fire, and he wanted to explode. He abruptly shot up, lifting her with him in the process, like she was a feather. He plunged her back into the soft leather seat converted to bed, panting hot breaths on her face, piercing into her soul, "What did you just call me?" Taking aback, Shola clasped her palm over her mouth. Zaddy was a term she'd always used to refer to a Zayn Malik looking kind of sugar daddy; her kind of man. A man like Solano Vicenze.

“A fat uncle and Dad took Mom away. Dad also took Mom’s bank card.” “The fat uncle’s name is Zaahir.” “Zaahir?” Tyr exchanged glances with Chasing Wind, who stood next to him. “Do you know who that is?” “Give me two minutes,” Chasing Wind answered. Then, Chasing Wind took out his phone and made several calls. Then, he got all the information about this so-called Zaahir. “Zaahir, also known as Dominic Zimmern, is the eldest young master of the Zimmern family, a second-rate family in Garza City. Their family is engaged in the aquatic business on the Pine River and has an ambiguous background.”

ZION "Zion, for fucks sakes. Can't you keep your hands to yourself," Kendra fumed as she swatted my fingers away from her, "Didn't your mama teach you not to mess with a black girl's weave!" The scowl on her face amused me as well the red weave she decided to get during the weekend.

Hurrying over, Cindy saw the famous doctor Adam Kincaid dressed in ripped jeans and singlet, black jacket and his boots. "Shelly, Kiara I think I'm seeing things." She said sounding so unsure. Shelly laughed, "I very much doubt that." Kiara rolled her eyes, "And you still insist that I'm the dramatic one." Cindy gasped. "What's there to not be dramatic about? Our favorite doctor goes to a night club?!" "Jackpot!" Kiara exclaimed. "What's the name of the club?" Shelly asked. "I don't see a name but we can run the club image, I think I saw the logo somewhere," Cindy replied taking over the laptop.

"Woow have never heard of her before, guess she's new" "My dear she's not ooo" "What's her name?" "Zeeekadir AKA Mrs Zeeekadir, Matar Abdullah" "Whoo all the name for her alone" "Yes ooo, you can check her I*******m page zeeekadir_Collection and zeeekadir_confectionary, there you will see everything" "But wait how did you get to know about her?" "I saw her advert, Cox she's an expert in soap and scrubs too"

She was giggling and seeing someone out her door. "Oh, there he is!" A familiar voice squealed from behind him. Jesse turned around, he knew who it was. He couldn't be mistaken. K. "It was so nice meeting you, Nadia," K mumbled, speaking with Mrs. Petrushka. "Thank you for that floral tea, it was delicious." "Oh, you're welcome, dear," she gushed over K with a really thick Ukrainian accent. She patted her thin, bony fingers on K's shoulder. "Feel free to drop by anytime. Dimitri's already missing you."

Their jewelries and outfits glittering with riches. ~~~Ginger stood at the entrance of a new world with an impossible task at hand. Steal the bejeweled egg of Princess Katiyah, also know as the scarlet royalty of the Crimson Fae Kingdom and save her friend. Why wouldn’t it be easy? Crimson Kingdom was famed for its assassins, the Crimson Knights and they loved their princess.~~

She asked, “Oh? Ms. Quint doesn’t seem to welcome me. Should I…” Kaze held Darcy’s hand and then looked at the woman. “What is it, Honey Lazada? Why are you here?” Darcy was surprised to find out that Kaze knew the woman. Judging from his frosty tone, they might not be close but they were not strangers either. Darcy felt an instant relief. She simply sat quietly beside Kaze. Honey Lazada, the person in charge of Dallas Moneylender’s auction. She also played the role of auctioneer during the auction for the Nether Viper Sword.