Namal By Nimra Ahmed Novels & Stories

His clear, steady voice explained the drug's efficacy and the precautions required during its use. Kara's phone began to vibrate incessantly. She lowered her head to check it. Clifford noticed the sound and glanced sideways just as Kara opened the message thread. The screen filled with intimate videos of Jim with other women. Each clip featured a different woman, the content graphic enough to make one avert their eyes. Jim's secret harem came in every shape and style. Judging by their clothing and demeanor, their personalities varied, but every one of them was attractive. Some appeared delicate and innocent, others bold and sultry. Each video was labeled with a name and a location.

Ezecarl smiled, proud like a father, as he tapped her head. She was nicknamed A because she never failed. Every experiment made on her was successful. A, because of her name Ameira. A is also significant since she is the most influential. For a child, the very first letter is always in the lead. P R E S E N T T I M E "So did you come back here just to let me know about it or is there some other reason?" Ameira came back to reality when the old man spoke. The old man really knew her but the director only knew a part of her personality.

“Who are you?” My heart skipped a beat. When I volunteered myself for this, I had no idea I would be this easily scared. I cleared my throat, telling myself there was no going back. “My name is Nima.” The old guard frowned at me. “Who cares about your name? Why are you here?” He looked back as if something or someone was coming. “You came at the wrong time. We’re currently not accepting guests at the pack house.” I frowned. Could it be that Sharon was telling the truth?

Breathe, Emma, just breathe. “Ms. Livingston? That name is so familiar to me. I meet so many people; I bet I’ve heard your name at a prayer service somewhere. Please, your urgent matter should be shared sitting down in my tent. Come and we’ll talk,” Namirha coaxed politely. If he knew who she was, he didn’t let on. But Emma wasn’t foolish enough not to suspect he’d known exactly who she was. He offered her a chair and his robed helper eased him into a chair at his desk. He dismissed him and turned his attention to her. “So, let’s hear about this urgent matter, Ms. Livingston. I must say you’ve got me intrigued.”

I called Mark and took care of Max's situation in my way. Samaira ****** I went into my room and I didn't even realize that I was crying until my vision got blurred. What does this Namit Khanna thinks of himself? He thinks I am his employee and he can shout at me ?But what hurt me more was he called me Samaira instead of Sama. You just wait and watch Mr.Richie Rich, I will have my revenge in my own way.

“I’m sorry.” Almora offered consolingly. Sympathy written over her face at Nim’s plight. Knowing that the reason she so badly wanted to get to the country was to try to save her son. In true fashion, Nim ever offered a reassurance at the apology. Merely changing the subject. “You were quite impressive, Dread.” Nim indicated. “You weren’t too bad yourself.” Almora beamed at the compliment. “Summoning the cold is only bending what exists to my will." She eyed Nim. "But to entirely change shape is something else.”

Larissa looked at the slender smiling face of the brown eyed tall girl who stood at the other end of the table and then back at the letter in her hand She drops it on the table with a sigh “I guess father still does not trust me to protect myself” she cocks her head looking the other over “what’s your name then?” “My name is Nambi” “You’re a soldier” “You can tell?” the girl whose smile didn’t leave her face asked astonished “The letter said so, plus your aura is quite stronger than that of an average girl”

"Abhimaan Kapoor," "Jessica Mehra," then it went all black. -+---------&-&-&----&----------+----&---&-&--------- Comment down your thoughts and make comments ❤

His head snaps towards my direction his empty grey eyes stare at me I jump scared tripping on the bedside table that makes a loud bang falling on my butt I could hear heavy footsteps rushing this way I hurry picked up the table and rush the way I came as I slide the window shut I hear the door open "Repbisni ti emirale" i hurry to say not caring if I was heard or not, I run as fast as my legs could take me,my whole body buzzing,I jump through the portal falling on my knees my legs turned jelly as I emptied my stomach of it's contents on the sand suddenly breathing felt hard every breath feeling like poison,my eyes widened in realization KIMORA had returned…

He also tried to meet Abhimaan but his attempt also did not succeed. "Mumma, I told you to call Janhavi Masa and tell her that I am coming to meet her but you didn't." Nishma said angrily to Shalini. She was very excited to meet her aunt but when she did not find her at home, she got angry. her aunt was the most favourite person in the world for her and why not when she was the crime partner of this little devil who pranked on everyone teaming with her and also saved her from everyone's scolding.