Romans & histoires Nabila Aziz

I'd be a liar if I say I've not been tempted to leave this shit of life behind, but except for my mom's investigation, a certain girl is holding me back. A certain fierce black hair girl with hazel eyes. Ashanti. I've never met a woman who is intriguing as her, she's different and a badass. There's just something about a woman that can handle her own that is so fucking beautiful. If I had my choice, I'd bend her over and eat her out, get on my knees and worship her cunt like the beauty she is. “We've got something information concerning the burnt warehouse” I spun around at the sound of my most trusted man's voice.

I muttered grimly as I took a place next to him. We watched the footage for another hour before we saw an elegant woman who seemed a bit too sober and too interested in whatever Fen Zhao was telling her. She didn't look like she came to the club to party. She was more like a hunter, setting the perfect trap for her prey. Our technician captured a frame of her and then ran her features through the facial recognition program. It took a while, but we finally knew who she was… “Her name is Naila Dawound. She is a freelancer, specializing in buying and finding antiques and unique merchandise,” our technician said.

Naina was staring at Nicki, and noticed something was off about her today, but it seems she couldn't get a hold of that thing. " Wait Nicki while did you cover your hair" Naina frowned and silver laughed. " I tinted her hair pink so I guess she shy to remove her cap" silver said amidst laughter " Hey am not shy, am just not comfortable with tinting my hair" Nicki defended herself. " So remove it then" merrissa and Naina said at a time " Fine!! fine I would remove it" Nicki said and removed it, almost imeeimmedia merrissa and Naina shouted and all eyes turned to to them, and even the summers aren't left out.....

Only one person has that privilege, and that is Eliza Pravitel. "If you're not good enough, do you think I'll let Nabile marry you?" "I'm sorry, ma'am. I should congratulate Mr. Abyan before he fires me," Ony said. "Go away! Today I am so happy that giving you a punishment becomes a very time-wasting activity," Eliza replied after receiving a hug from Nabile. "We are waiting for you to return to Moscow, and I, as one of the AMP designers, look forward to seeing you in person, Ma'am," Nabile said after congratulating Emma.

"Woow have never heard of her before, guess she's new" "My dear she's not ooo" "What's her name?" "Zeeekadir AKA Mrs Zeeekadir, Matar Abdullah" "Whoo all the name for her alone" "Yes ooo, you can check her I*******m page zeeekadir_Collection and zeeekadir_confectionary, there you will see everything" "But wait how did you get to know about her?" "I saw her advert, Cox she's an expert in soap and scrubs too"

She never expected her otherwise indifferent friend to find someone handsome, especially Ayaaz. After a while, Naila catches up with her friends and says, “I agree.” Ziniya, distracted, asked with furrowed brows, “What?” “I agree Ayaaz is handsome than Kabir Hashmi,” she giggles, seeing Ziniya going red and looking sheepishly towards Ayaaz. “I think, here I should be saying thanks and move on,” Ayaaz shook her head and went ahead of them.

It turned out that the woman beside him could be quite entertaining for him. "Poor thing!" Nafisah mumbled, quite audible to Andrew's hearing. Andrew's forehead furrowed, feeling strange about Nafisah's words. "Why poor thing?" Andrew asked, puzzled. "This beautiful model is one of the most beautiful models in Asia from Indonesia. Although she's considered a newcomer, she has already gone international," explained Nafisah enthusiastically. "Then why did you say 'poor thing'? What's the connection between her and your sympathy earlier?" Andrew asked, becoming more confused. Wasn't what Nafisah explained earlier a good achievement?

A ghost who had learned how to vanish. “Wait…” Zara’s voice was shaky, barely above a whisper. “Are you saying—” “Yes.” Halimah’s interruption was firm, unflinching. “Zainab is a private investigator. Not just any investigator — Chief’s most trusted one. There’s no secret she can’t uncover. No person she can’t track. And if she hasn’t contacted you…” Halimah’s gaze softened, “…it’s because she doesn’t want to.” Silence. Thick, suffocating silence.

son of Shabbir Alam, getting married to a manager's daughter. I hope that slut is enjoying this publicity too. Maybe that's why she agreed to marry me. Go on! Enjoy it while you have it, the fame, fortune.... let's see how far it can take you Miss Naila Aziz. Naila's POV, I sat cooped up in the far corner of my room hugging my kness on the floor shaking with anxiety and fear. I closed my ears shut in an attempt to stop the voices but they seemed to even penetrate through the walls and even my hands and I heard them loud and clear.

Shreya was the woman in the photo, but why was her name listed as Arabella Zayana? Naufal flinched. "What the hell, man? You scared me!" Azael’s eyes burned with anger. "Find out everything about Shreya Vallery and Arabella Zayana from the design team," he ordered. Naufal frowned. "I want full information on both of them and their connection," Azael added sharply. Without another word, Naufal got to work, following his boss’s orders.