Naime Sultan Novels & Stories

Arlo says to me. "That's not his name" I say to them. "His name is Prince Nathair of the Serpentine Dynasty, The only Prince to be born of a Queen. As the oracle states, a mistake. One who does not belong. His mother certainly didn't accept him. He was raised by the servents of the Palace. His mother the former Queen, only acknowledged him in formal occasions for the sake of appearances" "Ahhh mummy issues. Classic" Arlo laughs. "It certainly explains his strive for power and his treatment of women" Janice adds. "Nathair, Hmmm I assume it means snake?" Dante adds, I only nod in return.

A hint of a smirk grazed his lush lips when he said, “Spread your legs and show me your cunt, Princess.” BLURB: He is my only chance at freedom. She is the daughter of my enemy. Will their love survive? Zain As the Sultan of one of the most powerful countries in the Middle-East, I need to find my Sultana. But I don’t intend to have heirs or even get married. Until I stumbled into Nasrin Elbaz. I cannot resist her. So I will claim her as mine. My Sultana. My Wife. My Lover.

"Don't take that tone with me." Sultan cleared his throat, breaking the tension like a hammer through ice. "Tell me, Crystal, have you thought about names?" Crystal looked up, startled. "Names?" "For the baby. It's never too early to start thinking." Sultan cut into his lamb, the knife scraping against porcelain. "I've always been fond of traditional names. Khalid, perhaps. Or Rashid." "What if it's a girl?" Crystal asked, her hand moving unconsciously to her stomach. Sultan waved this away like dismissing a servant. "It will be a boy. The Al-Fayad men always produce sons first."

*** Writer’s POV: The next day, when the sultan left the palace, with his Queen, Asahd decided to once again, disobey his dear parents. He invited a group of girls that worked for his infamous friend, Abdul, and were shameless women. Escort girls, in other words.

A messenger was sent to the queen of Renam Empire earlier. The horseman halted at Raya Sultanate and took him in a buggy ​​and reached the gate of Renam Sultanate. Her sisters had to take her to Renam from here. They stopped at the same door.

I'm not used to being pampered and all that. . Jasmine ➡ By the gods.... Uhm... My name is Jasmine.. . Sadiq ➡ Jasmine!? What a lovely name.. And from where are you, jasmine? . Jasmine ➡ Nishkapur... I'm the daughter of sultan Ali and princess of Nishkapur. . I saw still as I heard her statement.. And then I began to laugh... The girl was surprised and shocked... I couldn't believe it.. She a princess... Okay.. She's beautiful.. But a princess... No way.

She sighed and sat back on the chair. "Sir, can I eat now?" Zyan asked and regretted it after earning a death glare from Sultan. He readjusted on his chair. "You, what's your name again?'' "Zyan Santorini" Sahir looked at him thinking something. He felt his name familiar. "So Mr. Santorini, I am sorry but I can't let you marry my daughter. She is young, she has her own future and she doesn't need any man for now. " Sahir said wiping his mouth with a napkin and kept it on the table.

Because he was old, he was called great-grandfather. This great-grandfather Senggulu has three children who are all girls. His eldest daughter is married to Kyai Qomis Tunggulwulung who has the Palembang Darussalam Sultanate breed. Since marrying Kyai Qomis, the eldest daughter of Buyut Senggulu has held the title Nyimas which is the nobility title of the Palembang Sultanate. The Grisee people then called him Nyai Mas.

“Young Princess, the King doesn't trust your beloved fully.” “He has a name, Hakeem.” “Hakeem. We can't let him rule Salem-Zul most especially because he's a commoner. Therefore, he shall be King in paper only, you will be Queen. You'll rule the Kingdom alone and can only seek his advice once in a while.” Sunitra looked at Kaiden with worry, “But–”

A slight curtsy was her gesture to the King. “It was good to see you, King Rahman. May I present to you myself, Princess Naya of Oceanid Kingdom of the North, the rejected mate of your son, Prince Takif of Hirudinea Annelida Kingdom.” Everybody’s jaws seemed to fall out of their faces, including me. I gape in awe at the lady before me. Rejected, she said? So, that means I was not the only fool around here. I smirked at the irony of that idea.