Man Mehram Novels & Stories

If I could I would have smiled but my body was tense, including my face. "He said thanks," Mei offered, nodding at me. "He can at least talk telepathically, you see," she continued. Nelly's pov I was outside, sitting down on a bench whilst absorbing the great sensation of the sun hitting my skin, smoking one of my favourite thin cigars with the spellbook on my lap. Whilst turning the pages I started to read aloud like there was a large audience waiting for a story. "Durakan demon, known for thriving through fear and pain. Reimbursing spell, demilatorum spell, silvulum protection spell. Ahh. So many options."

Where was the big guy when they needed him? To his surprise, the grim reaper put a reassuring hand on the teenage spirit’s arm. In all his years as a clairvoyant, he had never heard the grim reaper speak. But at this very moment, the grim reaper opened his mouth and spoke. His voice was not of this world, it was ethereal, delicate and light and it reminded Hans of overflowing milk and honey. “HaShem did not bring you this far to abandon you. HE will not forsake you.”

Some scars will heal on the outside but the pain you will feel on the inside. ~Humeyra Writers P.O.V There was laughter everywhere. Sheikh Ibrahim, Humeyra’s father was the center of attention as he told them the story of the companion of the prophet Muhammad peace and blessings be upon him. On this specific day he told the story of the companion who was known as the prankster that spared neither the young nor the old.

"Jamie boy and taking risks. It won't be long till she finds out you're not genuine." "Not if I pretend to be someone else," I defended. Marco laughed again. "I'll bet a thousand dollars in team heattie boy." "Team what?" I looked at him in astonishment and disgust. "Team heattie boy. Or should I say, JEATHER," he burst out laughing... again. "HEAME," Enzo chuckled. "You two fuck off." I stiffened up. These two were just the worse kind of people when it came to jokes. They were bad and terrible.

I reminded him. " Oh... Yeah." He trailed off. " I just wanted to say you sang beautiful out there, a but melancholic but fine." He said with a smile. No one compliments me, except ma'am Deborah so hearing it from someone else comes off as strange, if not alien. " My name's Ray. What's yours?" He asked stretching his hands for a handshake. I looked at it icily and refused to take it. He slowly put it back. " Vera." Came my quick reply, with no emotions attached to it.

My cousin used my gaming account to start an online relationship with one of my teammates. However, after video calling her, he decided she was too gorgeous to be real. "A girl that hot wouldn't need to date online. She'd have enough guys chasing her to fill a stadium. It's gotta be a face filter. Just go meet her for me, bro. If she's busted in person, I'll actually throw up." In my last life, I turned him down. He was too much of a coward to go himself, so he just sent her a breakup message and called it done. Yet when he later found out that his online girlfriend really was that stunning in person, he turned all his rage on me and shoved me off a building. "If you'd gone to meet her fo

With what dignity he could muster he walked down the stairs, eyelids heavy and head light, he tried hard not to think about how stupid he had been last night. Weren't people supposed to forget what they did in their state of drunkenness?? "God almighty". He breathed quietly. What was he to tell Sayya when he went to her looking like a walking corpse? That he, Raysham Muhammad was nursing a hangover? A hangover… He groaned quietly as he rubbed his temple wearily.

in unison. The rule in this house—no nonsense, perfect behavior at work. I met him as a refugee in a camp far from here. This place had become like my homeland. It felt like home. My name is Meenah Amirah Ahmedabad—I'm Saudi Arabian, not Qatari. I have no idea exactly where in Abu Dhabi I'm from, but Rafael and Wire said that's where. I lost my parents to sickness and hunger, then wandered the streets as a deaf, hungry, sickly peasant.

Chapter 46 Melek I wake up, feeling tired and disoriented. The last thing I remember is running away from Habbab, upset with him, after learning he was a married man. I open my eyes slowly and find a man standing in front of me. His face is familiar and something about him makes me uncomfortable. "Hello little princess, you're finally awake." He says as he watches me with a disturbing smile. "Nice to meet you my name is, Ahmet Arslan."

All of them stood at once, sensing the strong and intimidating presence of Abdullah. Her eyes first ran to Mehmood, who looked older than she had last seen him, with his white hair and white stubble. He wore a traditional Shalwar Kameez with a blue waistcoat. Mehmood stepped up and held out his hand to shake it with Abdullah. "Waalaykum Salaam, son. How are you?" he asked in his usual gentle tone.