Romans & histoires Naila Tariq Novel List

I just heighten your senses enough to sneak into Celene’s library and read. ‘How did I never notice?’ I asked, keeping my voice low this time. ‘You were resting in the dark void. If you think about it, you’ll remember the days when I was quiet.’ I frowned, recalling the quiet moments she mentioned. ‘How many books have you read?’ ‘All of them. Some more than once.’ “All of them?” I whispered, disbelief tightening my chest. ‘Ask me anything from Celene’s library . . . Well, you wouldn’t even know where to start,’ Naila teased, her pride swelling.

“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.

None of it registered. Time dissolved into nothing. When I could finally breathe again, my fingers trembled as I unlocked my phone and called Laila. She had always been the third part of our trio. She picked up instantly. “Tasha?” I barely managed to speak. “Laila… Nina’s gone.” There was a beat of silence. Then a gasp so sharp it sounded like she’d been stabbed. “Oh, my God. What?! No. No, no, no! What happened?”

I sit beside Lia and she kept laughing until she cries. I'll miss this highschool, I don't know why I really want to move to Jake's school. I think I'm running away from the problem that I should solve. "Song Hailey." Suddenly my name was called, oh crap I'm one of those names. "Chana." Chana is called too. Oh crap "Calm down, don't be nervous." Lia patted my shoulder and I nodded weakly. "Okay let me take the questions or the dares." She take one paper and she chuckled

“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.”

And I’m fully fucked. Especially considering the ex has been exonerated by way of Ria taking over the financial burden. Which now falls on the shoulders of yours truly, because I’ve stepped in. I recognize the sucker I, Nikki St. Claire, am. But currently… There’s a bit more to this story. I tap the pad of my index finger against my chin as I peruse the list of what I will and what I won’t do for cold, hard cash.

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.

I sincerely hope you embrace the journey of this captivating tale. While fiction, the essence of Tara Lyle, the main character in this book, mirrors strength as resonant as the very essence of the narrative. I invite you to accompany her until the publication of Tara Lyle Book 2, "At Willete's Mercy," where the saga continues to weave its captivating narrative.