Novel & Cerita Lapata Novel By Nimra Ahmed

I descended the stairs without hesitation, my boots heavy against the stone, my heart pounding with something I refused to name. The guards at the bottom straightened when they saw me. "Alpha." "Leave." They left. I walked to June's cell. The door was already open, Lia's visit had apparently not included closing it properly. I stepped inside. She was exactly where I expected her to be. Curled in the corner on filthy straw, her back to me, her body a map of wounds that I had ordered. The silver chains caught the torchlight, and I could see the burns they had carved into her wrists, her ankles, her throat.

It was only a flesh wound, though it will make a scar it's nothing serious. Nicholas wandered off to their kitchen as I cleaned Anna's leg once again with a rag and bandaged it using gauze. Nicholas has returned with two mugs of hot chocolate, "Here, take it. It will calm down your nerves," he says giving a cup to Anna and Barbara. Anna looked weary and I could see she is in pain, but Barbara was the worse. She almost got raped today and what she witnessed did not help either. Nicholas tried to comfort Barbara while I tended to Anna. Saxon soon returned with food and medicines.

He was good, like really good. As I turned the next page, I found not the eyes of a wolf but the eyes of Katarina staring back at me, her beautiful hair cascading over one side of her shoulder and a beautiful smile lighting up the curves of her lips. Damn, he got every single detail of Katarina perfect, right down to the tiny scar she had on the corner of her eyebrow. Honestly in real life its near invisible to the eye, the only telltale that it was even there was the slight lack of hair where her eyebrow should be but nowhere near noticeable unless she told you the story of how she had acquired it. I turned another page yet again finding another portrait of Katarina only this time she was a

Laksh is really a grumpy Pants! Hope you all are enjoying the story . Do follow me on I*******m author_priyaraj. Till then, Stay safe and be happy 🤎P

Let’s challenge the heights of the Himalayas, And the depths of the Pacific Rebel against the rebels Wage another war for peace Look straight into the eyes of the sun Jump out of this earth for another one Do all those that make us daring And yet, dare not say…we are in love!  Niladri Chakraborty, born and brought up in Guwahati, writes short stories, poems and personal essays about his experiences in his hometown. His writings have been published in The Assam Tribune, the premier English daily of North-East India and Twist and Twain. He works in an international bank and in his free time provides Communication Training and Life Coaching. He lives in Kolkata with his wife, son and daughter

Early in the morning Luna wakes up and sees Alexander sleeping beside her. She feels guilty seeing how much Alexander loves her and how much she had tried to live him. She kisses Alexander and promise to live a happy life with him. Whereas Kira was beaten by her father after her family knew what she did. Then she was sended to abrod by her family to stop the rumors. Like this Luna and Alexander lived a happy life . Now, this novel ends here. Hope you liked this novel ast it was my first novel. Thank you for reading. n

asked the man as he took off the headphones and stopped the film screening. Kalyana's eyes seemed to move quickly, looking alternately between each of Rajata's eyes. The girl was hugging the tablet that had been absorbing her attention since yesterday. "My novel is finished," she muttered softly. "It's still rough, though. Do you want to read?" "Sure!" exclaimed Rajata. With hesitation, Kalyana handed over the tablet. "But there are some parts that are a bit explicit," she said with a flushed face. "Ah, we are both adults, Na," Rajata persuaded, grabbing the tablet. "Come on, come on, let me read!"

Shayari said and Zeenat and Azisha nodded and left from there ************** Present has came back The story will jump in between past and present I hope you all are loving it if yes then don't forget to leave a review on the book and comments on the chapter And don't forget to follow my Instagram ID Ankitaghosh200

He might be a big cuddly teddy bear on the inside, but god help anyone that puts a finger on Emily, their life won't be worth living … He will rip them to shreds… Author's note. I hope you are enjoying Laila’s story so far; I know you all enjoyed the gym session as much as I did, so I thought why not start Laila’s point of view from there Thanks for reading; you honestly have no idea just how much that means to be. Please leave me a gem or a review if you can help this struggling writer to get noticed, and let me know what you think of the story so far. I do love reading your comments. Love and light.

A copper jug stood by her side, beads of condensation resting upon its surface. She sat cross-legged on a low cushion, eyes half-lidded as she savored each bite with a quiet grace. The heavy velvet curtain at the entrance rustled briefly as Ridhima stepped in. The young attendant paused, pressing herself against the wall to avoid notice, for just a moment more. Nagma, the newly appointed slave girl from Everia, had just stepped out moments ago, carrying away a tray of fruit peels. Ridhima’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly as she watched the trailing edge of the girl’s veil vanish beyond the corridor.