Mere Humnawa Novel By Anaya Ahmed Novels & Stories

Anaya was left alone to find her way out. "I need to see that hoodie guy" Anaya thought, wandering around the un complete building. Suddenly a hand pulled her hand and covered her mouth. "Sssshh" Emerson shhh her slowly. "Hoodie hero" Anaya called and hugged him which pulled Emerson into a total shock. He was speechless and was also happy. He haven't hug a kid before and to be sincere he felt different, he smiled brightly. The almighty Emerson smiled, that was something rare to see but he found himself smiling as tears streamed down Anaya's cheeks.

the aged security man said "We're here to see Hajiya" "Oh you're welcome. You can go inside please" the man said to them and open the door for them "Thank you" they both ambled inside the shop and walk straight to the receptionist place. The young lady at the desk was busy reading novel on her title "Zaheera" a novel written by Zainab Abdulkadir. She was so engrossed in the novel that she didn't see them until Khady finally spoke "Good morning" Khady greated

He what? Ayana’s gaze lingered on the people shivering in the cold, on the uncountable groups of people huddled together, their bodies trembling against the bitter chill of the night. Each shiver seemed to echo a tale of struggle and hardship, a silent plea for warmth and comfort. Despite the darkness that enveloped them, their vulnerability pierced Ayana's heart like a dagger. It was crystal clear—they needed help, for sure. But, in that sea of faces, Adam Stone De’Leon, of all people, happened to have the heart to lend a hand. To feed some empty stomachs?

He smelled of unwashed fabric and nervous sweat. "The Queen is holding court in the Plaza," he said. "She requested a status update on the aqueduct." "I'll deliver it," Ishara said. She descended the ladder. Her knees popped with each rung. The cartilage was wearing thin. Peace, it turned out, was harder on the joints than war. War was bursts of adrenaline. Peace was a twelve-hour shift of grinding, repetitive gravity. She walked through the streets. Nova Luna wasn't pretty. It was a scar tissue city—new structures grafted onto old bones. But it was alive. The smell of roasting meat from street vendors mixed with the chemical scent of construction. People moved with a purpose that vibrated i

Within ten minutes the ambulance came and they gave him the first aid and took that man away. Andrew thanked us and left but I don't know but I felt Andrew looking at May more than usual or maybe it is my overthinking but this scenario didn't let us enjoy the less. We danced and ate a lot. And then Anaya told me that she will drop me off as I came to know that she live one floor below me. Anaya is an orphan and has made her way with the help of scholarships and hardwork. I am proud of her. When she said she will drop me off I thought that it will be a car but I never thought that it will be a bike.

She gasped seeing her canines but Aunt Marina soon composed herself within seconds. "Sorry it's very long since I have smelled the human blood." She said as she again diverted her attention to the book making her eyes popped out. "Y-you k-know that...." Alaina didn't figured out why she was acting like this as according to Umera she would have killed her if she knew about her being a human.

time, the voice of a man, sounding somewhat disappointed. Almost like a father speaking to his failed children. [It has been 200,000 years since humanity was created. You have evolved greatly.] It was a strange feeling. He was able to understand what the voice was saying but he knew it wasn't speaking any language that he had ever heard before. And yet it translated perfectly. [From the bottom of the food chain, you have come to the very top. Colonizing everything from the deserts and mountains to the jungles, you have come far....far indeed] it praised before the tone changed completely. [But it is a shame to see that you have not learned "control". Instead of prospering and venturing

the aged security man said "We're here to see Hajiya" "Oh you're welcome. You can go inside please" the man said to them and opened the door for them "Thank you" they both entered inside the shop and walked straight to the receptionist. The young lady at the desk was busy reading a novel titled "Zaheera" a novel written by Zainab Abdulkadir. She was so engrossed in the novel that she didn't see them until Khady finally spoke "Good morning" Khady greeted "Oh! I'm sorry" the lady said before greeting them " Good Morning to you. Welcome to Ashafa's shopping mall. How may I help you?" the lady said in a professional way