Nefertari Novels & Stories

The young lady had a confused look in her eyes. "Did I scare you? I'm sorry, dear," She smiled at Caitlyn and rubbed her arm. Caitlyn gave a nervous smile. Herald cleared his throat. "You're one lucky girl, Caitlyn. The two meanest people in our family are being nice to you. You're lucky, I tell you." Madam Scarlett gasped dramatically. "Mean, you say? You call your mother mean? Herald!?" Herald scratched his neck. His lips gave a lopsided smile. "You're unbelievable! Caitlyn, " Madam Scarlett called as she turned back to Caitlyn. "Do not mind a word that rascal says, okay?" Caitlyn smiled and nodded.

He said As the door opened, we came face to face with Noor, she had makeup on her face, and she wore a blue floral gown, high heels, and a blue scarf which she used to cover her hair. She had a smile on her face as she pushed me and stood by Rayan’s side "Hi, I’m Noor, Afraah's older sister." She said as she tried to change her accent He glanced at her as he turned back and look at me "Bye, see you tomorrow." He said as he walked to his car.

I'd be a liar if I say I've not been tempted to leave this shit of life behind, but except for my mom's investigation, a certain girl is holding me back. A certain fierce black hair girl with hazel eyes. Ashanti. I've never met a woman who is intriguing as her, she's different and a badass. There's just something about a woman that can handle her own that is so fucking beautiful. If I had my choice, I'd bend her over and eat her out, get on my knees and worship her cunt like the beauty she is. “We've got something information concerning the burnt warehouse” I spun around at the sound of my most trusted man's voice.

My mother rolls her eyes from behind him. A Goddess steps forward from behind Set wearing a headdress designed with a house within it. Her delicate features display mirth as she smiles kindly over at Jamari. “I am Nephthys, wife of Set and twin sister of Isis.” Her melodious voice floats to our ears, soothing our tension.

Colorful Butterflies were everywhere around them and finally they the figure of a female standing a little farther away tending to the plants. "Who are you?" Lucifer asked. His memory is telling him that he know this lady. He heard her voice. It is so familiar but he cannot remember her. "I never thought you would forget about me so soon son" she teased him. "Forgive my poor memory, my lady. You must have slipped my mind. Will you please show yourself" he requested softly with respect. "Still very polite I see" she laughed. Lucifer blushed but remained quiet. "How have you been King Darius, or should I call you Prince Azzazal?" She asked, her smile evident in her voice.

"Yes, ma'am." "Please wait," she said before wearing her glasses. I had only one word for Annabelle Siromani. Unpredictable. When she wore her glasses, her facial expression changed. She looked like an evil Egyptian queen. She literally looked that way. I began to wonder how someone could change in a matter of milliseconds.

Still, she grew up to be the strong lady, of her own values and dignity, faraway in the desert. Nerfeiti was supposed to serve only one man in her whole life, the King himself. She never allowed herself to be touched by any man and remained pure for her whole life and she had been a devotee of the King whom she had never even seen for once. She had always been loyal to her master. She had always remained pure to her master even without seeing him. She could never see him and being with him is a weird and worst fantasy of her. A slave and a king never could be together.

she whispered, and Rey's eyes narrowed. She understood how it was. Nora looked healthy and almost free, except she was in invisible golden shackles; she was no different from the malnourished humans she'd seen the day she tried to escape. "Is that how you gained their favour and became their favourite little pet?" she spat, clenching her fist tightly, but Nora only sighed in response as though she'd heard that a thousand times to actually feel anything before dumping the used wipe in the bin. Then she proceeded to carefully apply some ointment.

She sat up slowly, gracefully, like a queen rising from her throne. Marcus stumbled backward until his back hit the heavy stone sarcophagus. His flashlight clattered to the floor. The mummy , Neferet , stepped out of her resting place. Completely naked now, bandages trailing behind her like living serpents. She was taller than he expected, almost six feet, and moved with supernatural fluidity. Her glowing eyes locked onto him. She spoke in a voice like honey poured over ancient stone. “You have awakened me, mortal.” Marcus’s heart hammered against his ribs. “I, I didn’t mean, ”

A festive day out in the thick bushes playing a hide and seek game with her brother's friends, Tamara is captured and kidnapped by the Arisee vigilante soldiers who traveled beyond their border in search of slaves believed to be Adar survivors who had dwelled far away from their oppressors. At the reign of king Ziba of Arisee (the notorious one) slaves were made of their brother clan, they haunted them like animals and subjected their entirety to the mines, farmyards, or the king's palace as workers. A free borne never had anything to do with a slave. It was a sacrilegious act to be seen with one, a taboo that the offense meant death or stigmatization from the rest of the clan. What will hap