Nabela Noor Home Novels & Stories

“Hello, I’m talking to you.” I glanced at her with a calm expression. “Why can’t I come back to my own home? If you came here to demand an explanation, you can leave now. I still need to teach my students.” Jaime pressed her lips together and took a deep breath. “Okay. I’ll wait until you finish your lessons.” This was the first time in a long while that she gave me space. She usually started arguing right away. The sun had already set by the time I finished work.

"It's not me—it's Caesar's hand. He accidentally cut himself just now, and the bleeding won't stop. "Maybe you should call him to check on him? Or just come back and see him yourself?" Norton continued in this manner for a while, but I remained silent. "Miranda, are you listening? You should really come back. Caesar won't listen to anyone, and he's bleeding but refuses to go to the hospital." I let out a soft sigh before speaking gently. "Norton, there's no need to tell me about Caesar's problems anymore." Norton's voice immediately turned panicked. "Miranda…"

Sliding the window down he called out for the person who was covered in black cloth covering his whole form. Nayyab was returning from her friend house after learning the good new of her selection at a very good private hospital, Nour Hospital. She was walking slowly with head completely occupied with different thoughts, when a car passed so speedily causing all the muddy water to fall on her, jerking her wildly out of her daydreaming. Her shawl and side of trousers and feet were dirty with mud. Eeeeewwww!!! She grimaced as she looked at her mother's spoiled shawl.

** Three days later ** Nora was busy on her laptop and she took a bite from her apple. Since she is not allowed to leave the house without a tangible reason, she does all her business online. Nora owns a high school in New York, a supermarket and one of the largest cosmetics in New York. She controls them by constant messaging to her secretary and P.A. Richard doesn't allow her to leave his house for any reason, she just sits at home for hours busy on her laptop.

“No, Khalid won’t.” Their exchanged look indicated that the emergency plan was now in effect. Khalid assumed that Noleen was just a nanny, an intentional mislead on Abby’s part. Noleen was a highly trained bodyguard, an expert in hand-to-hand combat and a kung fu master. One level away from the title of sifu.

“I know what they’re doing. I asked you who he’s kissing.” “You…” she leaned forward, practically snarling, “you did find out who she is, didn’t you? Don’t tell me you came here with half-baked information and a pretty envelope.” She slammed her palm down on the desk. The photographs jumped. “Well?” she demanded. “Or do I need to hire someone else who actually delivers?” “Of course, I found out who she is,” Mr. Abel replied quickly. “Her name is Nora. Thirty-eight years old. She works as a manager at the Bamford headquarters in Paris… where Mr. Bamford is based.”

I said. “It has been crazy since we got here, and I was also looking for a better network reception,” Noelle went on to explain regardless. “So I am calling as soon as I can,” she added. “Did you get my text?” Noelle asked. “Yes, I did,” I responded. “How is Nelson’s grandmother?” I asked Noelle. Maybe a conversation with Noelle and hearing something bright and different would make me feel better. “Goodness, Alexa, I have always known that Nelson is from a wealthy home, but I didn’t know that it was this big!” Noelle said excitedly.

A single-story cottage just past the outer circle of completed homes, close enough to the main road for convenience, far enough back for quiet. Kellan was somewhere behind me, grumbling at the construction crew about the load-bearing wall they’d overcut. Nora was across the way, arms crossed and sharp eyes on the work as if she was mentally cataloging every nail and beam. She looked good in the sun. A little smudged from helping haul building materials, hair in a messy braid that hung over one shoulder. Even with exhaustion etched around her eyes, even with a hundred decisions written in the furrow of her brow, she looked like home.

I managed to ask Maria Maria nodded, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. "Yes, she's from a wealthy family. She's Beautiful, charming, intelligent and she has everything Mr Henry likes in a woman." She paused, and turned to face me . "Are you okay, Nina?" I forced a smile, even as my heart shattered. "Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"

Adrian’s POV Sarah and I entered Dr. Arnold's office, where the doctor greeted us with a warm but professional smile. The room was small, with walls lined with certificates and medical charts. “We’re here to discuss moving Nora home,” I began. “She’s stable, but we want her out of this environment for safety reasons. We’re prepared to set up everything she needs to recover fully.” Dr. Arnold leaned back, considering my words. “Nora has made significant progress, but home care requires careful planning. I’d recommend a comprehensive check-up to ensure she’s ready for the transition. If all goes well, I’ll prepare a detailed list of equipment and follow-up requirements.”