Naila Tariq Novel List Novels & Stories

"My Nila. Today you have proved that Dada's dream will be fulfilled through your hands." Arian and Raisa had watched everything. Nila went and sat in Dada's chair, a cup of tea in her hand. Abrar, Tanjina, Ridoy, Shaon, Mostafizur—everyone stood below. Nila said, "I am Nila. Granddaughter of Nurul Islam Khan. From today, I will work regularly for the foundation. I will turn monsters into human beings. I will fulfil Dada's dream." Raisa hugged Nila tightly. "My granddaughter has grown up today."

My body shook, but it was from recognition rather than terror. Valric circled me like a predator, thinking, "You are strong." "But a queen is not made of strength alone." Killian snarled and moved ahead of me. "She doesn't require your blessing." Valric gave a gloomy laugh. She is here, anxious for answers, despite this. His eyes strayed back to mine. Tell me, Heir of Crimson. Are you even aware of who you are? I clenched my hands, my chest blazing with frustration. I'm Nyla, the real Alpha's daughter. Furthermore, I don't require you to identify me.

Naila looked at Ivanka and said awkwardly, “Ms. Lane, I… might need your help with something. Even though she was straightforward and decisive, it did not mean that she felt entitled to ask for someone’s help. Ivanka was a little surprised. “Tell me what happened. I’ll do anything in my power to help you.” “Help me with a lawsuit.” Ivanka regarded her. “What lawsuit?” Naila slowly inhaled and said in a low voice, “Let’s eat first.” Ivanka nodded. She knew Naila was embarrassed and did not want to affect her appetite, so she silently started eating. After Ivanka was done and put down her cutlery, Naila did the same. She sighed and said softly, “Let’s add each other on WhatsApp.”

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Sabeerah brought them out one by one. Muslim Girl and If I Speak by Umm Zakiyyah, The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides, Three Daughters Of Eve by Elif Shafak, On Black Sister's Street by Chika Unigwe, And Then There Was None by Agatha Christie, A Time To Kill by John Grisham and finally, A History Of The Wives Of Prophet Muhammad by Umam Kahn. She picked up the last book which was actually a journal and tucked in its side were plack pencils with bookish scribbles on them.

“I love you too. You, my little lion, and our other little one.” He had a lopsided grin on his face as he stood up and pocketed his phone and fixed his sleeves. He was handsome with a boy next door type look going on. However, that boy next door turned into a thing of nightmares when he was pushed too far or was facing an enemy. Nailah was wearing a midnight blue sweater dress that came to mid-thigh and paired with nude tights that matched her skin tone. They provided extra insulation since it was definitely cooler here. Then she had a pair of leather boots that came halfway up her calf.

, Neil said and again took a brief look at Pashika who was busy watching the kids. (Pashika Sinha is the female lead of book one and The Beauty of Arjun) Neil walked out of the orphanage as he was too calm. Neil's mind didn't shoot any questions related to Aashi in these two years. Whatever reactions he got from her that time, He neatly buried every equation and chemical reaction with her in the corner of his mind and heart. Neil left Aashi at the Orphanage and after that day he didn't ask about her and always tried to stay away from the matters of the Orphanage.

“Told Laila she put three years into snagging Nichole, and she wasn't letting one of the Joaquim bimbos ruin it.” The girl grinned at Clara,” I'm one of Joaquim's bimbos by the way and I'd be thrilled to have Laila join the harem if Nichole wasn't too greedy with her. She bumped Clara’s shoulder as she moved to the slide under Joaquim arms. “For the record, Nichole leveled up with Laila. He you have gotten rid of an STI faster than he could have ditched you after fucking. “C’mon that's not very nice,” Joaquim smirked. “There’s no need to bring up Nichole's biggest regrets in life.”

I shook my head and continued along my path, trying to forget about how sarcasm was the foundation of my speech now. Anywho, Palawana, the town in which I currently live, is probably the closest to the city. Nonetheless, it's also the most ignored, which works well in my favour. Why you may ask? To keep my existence low-key, that is. I, Nadia Rafsani aka Nailah El Nour, am currently working in the grand city, Karandish, infamously known as the land of the exotic bimbos and himbos and everything in between.

⸻ (Nikolai’s POV — Third Person) She shouldn’t have looked that good. Nayla was supposed to fade. Disappear. He’d done everything to make sure of it. Every application she sent? Every reference she submitted? He made calls. Blocked them all. It wasn’t personal— Not really. It was just easier if she stayed dependent. Quiet. Forgotten. But she wasn’t. She was glowing. Feral and soft, all at once. And when she said she had a job— his blood boiled. He’d given Alara the Luna title.