Mariam El Hafi Novels & Stories

MARIA'S POV. It was a bright morning, the sun shining at its peak, casting a beautiful glow through the hospital glass, my hips swinging left and right as I walked through the hospital halls. The male doctors and some patients' mouths fell open as I passed them, they whispered among themselves. “Isn't that Maria Maria?” They asked each other. Yes, I am Maria Maria, I changed my last name, there was no need to carry on my last name after they chased me out of the company.

The gentleman interrupted Amir. “We've been expecting you” a woman's voice made the turn. She was a beautiful woman, not even 40 years old, with a sublime face and large green eyes. Her jet-black hair made her golden skin glow. A huge smile o n her face, a s she welcomed the Mobareks. “Mrs. Adhara Romij-Alec, coordinator of the Arts Department and wife of this fine gentleman” she made a funny gesture with her hand, pointing at Dr. Kaibah. “I've heard s o many good things about you two. Welcome!”

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.

I lied about the last sentence. She laughed softly. "If that's what you want. But, let me introduce myself first. My name is Mariam Louise Del Prado. I am the fiance of Mr. Ellian Kiel Alcovendas". My grip on my purse tightened. "And I will be telling you a story about the man who always called you 'my queen' even though you don't look like a queen at all". She sarcastically said. FLASHBACK: I was about to enter his office when I overheard something that caught my attention. I was listening to them from behind the door.

“Ready to be disrespected and patronised because unlike every other member of this pack, Haden has no concept of respecting his Luna? Doesn’t he realise I could have him punished for even speaking in the wrong tone?” Leo smiled and put his hands on my cheeks as he kissed me again, “I’m not one to talk, but just try to stay calm. I’ll shake him straight if he’s a total dick.” Half an hour later, I was sitting in Haden and Lia’s kitchen as Haden made some coffee. To my horror, Lia was visiting Maria, so it was just the two of us. Alone. “So, to what do I owe this pleasure, Ella?” he asked, setting a mug of coffee on the table in front of me.

I spoke aloud before speeding off to our next location on the hit list. 🎲🎲♠️♥️♣️♦️♠️♥️♣️♦️🎲🎲 MARÍA'S POV- It has been Three weeks since I've been held captive. All I want to do is go home. I miss my brothers and they can't be doing so well with the loss of Lucien. I wonder if they are looking for me? Stupid question really I know they are. My brothers wouldn't leave me to deal with this alone nor would Marcel for that matter.

Ruby watches Alexandra pour the mixture into the glass, with a lot of questions in her eyes. "Who is this for?" Ruby finally asks, meanwhile Alexandra smiles in response, attempting to walk away. Ruby who knew what that smile always meant, pulls her back slowly. "I shouldn't drop this by mistake!" Alexandra says plainly. "Of course. But hope Raphael isn't part of this plot, because I don't have strength!" Ruby says looking grim. "Khadija!" Alexandra calls out with a raised eyebrow. "You just stopped wearing your hijab!" Alexandra says, she knew that was going to annoy Ruby.

They turned to see tall, beautiful dark haired woman standing a few feet away with a smirk on her face. Leah had to admit. She felt a momentary bit of jealousy upon first seeing the woman. The woman looked graceful and elegant. Leah felt almost homely compared to this woman, and the smirk on the woman’s face didn’t make things any better. Leah almost felt like smacking the smirk right off her face. Was this bitch one of Ray’s ex-lovers? She wouldn’t be surprised. After all, Ray was a very handsome and sexy man. He had no doubt had many past lovers to satisfy his needs. He was a wolf after all. Wolves have been rumored to have a very high sex drive.

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

Bella walked in, forcing a small smile. “I think we need to settle things,” she said carefully. “Feels like there’s hidden anger between us.” Mariam laughed—loud and unapologetic. “My dear, unless your conscience is judging you, I don’t have any anger. If you annoy me, I’ll tell you immediately.” Bella swallowed. “Alright… I have heard you. So—how was your vacation? Where did you go?” Mariam leaned back, enjoying the moment. “Seychelles.”