Mha X Kny Novels & Stories

Mehr will always bring food, chocolates even Nutella but Afnaan will curtly say thank you and she wouldn't eat it till she left. "You know what to do and not what to, Kydah. I've already said my own part, the rest is yours to put in action. And the plan going on in your head should better be stopped there, I don't like complains." Maa closed Kydah's face with a veil, matching her green outfit. "Inshaa Allah Maa, you won't be disappointed." Kydah replied, her voice husky from all the tears she let out. "Masha'Allah! Now stand up, they're waiting for you outside. Allah maki Albarka!" Maa wiped her tears before leaving the room.

I smiled welcomingly and noticed the look of pride on Mark's face. "Cobra, this is Hans. He's the head of this place. Jax and Hans go way back." I smiled and stuck out my hand. "Nice to meet you." He shook my hand, his eyes examining me in a calculating way as if he were trying to judge my strengths and weakness before I even fought.

The large lonely mansion which oozed nothing but affluence did not only house these money making halls but also had rooms above which caged workers who made this money and the bosses who ruled over them. The workers were members of X-habit, a crime conglomerate whose activities were no lesser than running guns, doing drugs and the like. The Big Four: Steven Chase, Baron Sage, Iphan Carter and Kane Richmond bossed over the conglomerate, with Steven as the head, more of a Godfather.

” there are with texture, super thin, retardants, flavors, colors. “Anyway, there are a lot.” Paul completed amused to see my dismay.” but I think Kristos is right, we have to try the product and tomorrow we’ll provide information on the performance of the I love you to the advertisers.” and with that he took a package of six units from the table.” look how lucky I am, this is a mixed box.” he said winking at me before leaving the room. “You should also have a few, Mark, at least to know the difference between one and the other, see you tomorrow.” Kevin took a few too and left.

She looked spellbound. All of a sudden, lightning and thunder grumbled through the night sky. The crowd didn't seem to be bothered by the impending rain. Jesse and K wouldn't give a damn about it, too. As for K, she was having the time of her life. A little rain on a hot and humid New York summer night in the middle of a fucking concert wouldn't hurt. Murmurs filled the air as the audience waited for the next act. Jesse turned to K, leaning towards her ear. "Can you tell me what K stands for?"

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And then— The doors opened. The sound hit her all at once. Roaring. Shouting. The kind of energy that made your chest tighten whether you wanted it to or not. The arena. Mona stepped inside slowly, her senses overwhelmed. The air was thick, heavy with sweat, smoke, and something metallic underneath it all. Blood. Her eyes lifted. Straight to the ring. And then she saw him. Kane. Her breath caught. He looked... different. Bigger somehow. Sharper. The lights above the ring cast harsh shadows across his body, every muscle defined, every movement precise.