Maala By Nimra Ahmed นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The men found this amusing, and their laughter added to the women's shame. Amira ate only to sustain her strength for the goal she had set for herself: to kill her captors . She would not speak to her companions or listen to their fearful wailings. Dala tried to comfort her, but she could not tolerate any kindness and would not even speak to her. Her shame was too great, her bitterness too new. Wisely, Dala gave up for the time being.

Since her childhood, Aleezay used to receive gifts from a strange person on her birthday. But for the last three years, she started taking this matter seriously. Don't know who he is, who wishes her by sending her a gift at a fixed time. Still, she is unaware of the fact that what is going to happen to her tomorrow. ******** Right now they all were present in a famous cafe in Turkey. “Ymm.. the coffee is tasty.” Maahi was saying it again and again whenever she took a sip of it. While all of them agreed with her.

You have such beautiful eyes Blue Blue : {smiles} thank you From afar the chief maid's daughter was passing by when she sighted them She became angry Girl: what the hell is wrong with this Blue Maid. She doesn't know her boundaries? And she's openly flirting with the young master. I better report her to mom Then she went back inside hurriedly

With our brain, we were easily passed the entrance exam, moreover we could mind-link each other during the test. The next month, we already started the school. That's when I met her. Moira, my beautiful alpha mate. I spotted her between the girls, just when I stepped my feet at the campus for the first time. Her sweet peach scent was the first thing made me realize that my mate is here. She looks like a diamond among pebbles, mesmerizing. I can't tear my eyes off of her.

I learnt a long time ago , there's no point of speaking , when none is going to value your words . Third person pov : Hoor was looking stunning in her deep red lehnga. Her step mother always felt wary of her .Hoor had gotten the best features of her father and mother . Hoor's step sister was a year older than her. She was beautiful with her black hair and grey eyes , but it was nothing compared to Hoor. Her stepmother didn't want any troubles for her own daughter(Aiza) thats why, decided to marry her off . ........... On the other hand , Arhaan was standing in front of mirror wearing a black 3 piece, combing his hair when his phone started ringing . He picked the call , seeing it was from h

He can't just keep making me hurt. Gio talking about Alita made me sad. I missed her, her voice, her boldness the way she talked and walked, the way she handled things and every other detail. If she was here, the bully would have himself to blame by now. "Then who's this new girl? The one that looks like her," He asked, looking very confused. "You mean Amara? Amara is not her and can never be her," I told him firmly. It had only been minutes but I had forgotten about her being locked in the dark dungeon. Every other person that has ever been put there starts begging after five minutes but I guess she was a strong one, just like Alita.

Couples twirled and glided across the polished marble floor, their movements graceful and rhythmic, but for Malakai, there was only one person who mattered—his mother. Amani saw through his eyes as he gazed up at her, his small hand clasped in hers. She wore a stunning gown, shimmering silver that complemented her bright blue eyes. Her smile was radiant, lighting up the entire room, and for Malakai, she was the most beautiful sight in the world. They danced together, the music swelling around them, but all that existed for him was her laughter, her love, her presence.

She paused just long enough to take it in, her instincts prickling before she could name why. “Mommy!” Malaya squealed, running full speed into the living room and throwing herself into Laila’s arms with so much force Laila had to laugh as she caught her, staggering back a step. “Guess what?” Laila smiled despite herself, the tension easing just a fraction as she bent down to hug her tight, breathing in the familiar scent of her daughter’s shampoo. She pressed a kiss into her curls. “What, baby?” “We made cookies,” Malaya announced proudly, bouncing on her toes, “and Mrs. Judy said I’m the best decorator she’s ever seen. She said I could be on a baking show one day!”

he added. Nirmala looks around with her power. But she saw nothing there. No evil creature that likes to disturb a girl who is bathing in the river. But she also knows that Alessandro is not a man who likes to make excuses. Especially to peek. Really, he's not that kind of man. Nirmala could only blush when she saw Alessandro being the victim of Aunt Meena's prank. The aunt was indeed a little mentally stressed so that she still considered her baby who died a dozen years ago alive. But despite it all, she is a mischievous woman and also kind. Therefore, she was not expelled by the other villagers because of her kindness. How did she know about Aunt Meena? Of course because she also helped th

“But you have walked into my theater completely empty-handed. If you truly believe you are worthy of the Ring of Fire, you must prove it. I propose a simple wager. I have a new ally. A pet, if you will. His name is Maalek, and his power easily rivals your own.” From the deepest, darkest corner of my cavernous lair, Maalek materialized. The air warped around his form as he stepped out onto the precipice next to me, his body a glowing furnace of crackling embers. The intricate fire patterns on his dark skin blazed brightly, causing the atmosphere to shimmer with a toxic, sickening heat. Compared to Zaahir, Maalek had smaller, less imposing horns, but he possessed something the loud lord of fir