Naila Tariq Novel List Novels & Stories

The feeling was like creeping upon an opponent to take them down but much better. Nala returned to her room and laid down. She smelled both of her hands as she did, checking to see if her hands were washed properly. I wondered what scent she was getting rid of, I thought as I cautiously watched her. She was wearing a long nightmare. I hated to agree that it was fucking ugly. It looks like a clothes some homeless she-wolf gave her and she kindly took it. A beautiful she-wolf like her shouldn't be wearing hideous nightwear like those. She turned onto her side falling to sleep. Her hideous nightwear raised allowing me to see her childish underwear with animal faces on it. I didn't expect her to

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“Thanks, La. You never change.” “Obviously,” Lala grinned. “I’m Lala, your forever cheerleader.” Alana laughed softly, though pain still lingered inside. Deep down, she knew one truth: tomorrow, she would step in to a world tied to her past. And once she did, there would be no turning back.

NYLA My father's voice came through again, steadier this time, he'd taken a breath before speaking. *"The condition is this. Before you walk into that boardroom and claim what is yours, you will tell them the truth. All of it. About your mother, about the money that changed hands, about the agreement that was made to keep her quiet and keep you in that house. I know it will cost you. I know it feels like handing them a weapon. But the truth told by you is not a weapon, Nyla. It's armor. Don't let anyone be the one to tell your story. You tell it first."*

They talk and write to their diaries like it’s their secret keeper or like their life depends on it. Second, as I’ve told earlier, my name is Natalia, not Nathalia. Remove the H, please. I’m not your typical student, though I can’t also say that I’m unique. I’m just a normie teenager, and believe it or not, my story wasn’t just like the others. I’m not a nerd that falls in love with the bad boys. And here’s the reason why.

Naila whispered as soon as she saw them. “I would be glad to exchange him with your mentee,” came Ziniya’s reply. “Oh, is it possible?” Naila squealed before forwarding her hand to Ayaaz, “Hi, I’m Naila.” “Ayaaz, a pleasure to meet you,” he said, bowing his head and kissing the back of her hand, making her blush. “Me too,” she replied shyly while Ziniya could only roll her eyes, seeing their banter.

Why then did she mate with him? "Nala is an orphan that owns a small shop in Timber. I used to buy things from her on credit and then pay up later. She was nice to me, and I found her attractive. Where everyone looked at me suspiciously, she took an interest in me. One day I asked her out, and she agreed. One thing led to another, and we started dating. I asked her if she wanted something serious, and she said yes. We were together for a while before I offered to claim her but being a proper woman, she said she wanted to do a joining first. I could not afford that then, but I promised that I would celebrate a joining with her and claim her once I could get on my feet. She said her bare neck

Shayari said immediately "You know Tara, I am so happy that you want to know me. You will love me. I know that. You know when I was a teen I met a girl. Her name was Sitara. I used to call her Tara. She was so cute with her smile and two pig tails. She was 2 years younger than me. I was 16 and she was 14 at that time. We became friends very fast. And I fell in love with her. She also loved me. On her 18th birthday I thought of proposing to her for marriage. I was waiting for her in the park where we used to meet daily. There was not a day when we did not meet. But that day she did not come. I waited but she never came. I went to her house and it was locked. I was so tense about her. I waited

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Rohini helped her to stand and Nisha walked towards the living slowly. "Here." she said, keeping her drawing book in Nisha's lap. "This is chachu. This is chachi and this is my baby blothel." Tara said pointing at the picture. "Aww this is so cute. Thank you." Nisha said and kissed her cheek. "Welcome." Tara replied and kissed on Nisha's cheek. Nisha moved a little which made the book fall down. She kneeled a little and was about to take the book but stopped as she felt wetness between her legs. She started breathing heavily and gripped the couch tightly when the pain kicked inside.