Nimra Liaqat Novel Novels & Stories

'Chapter 24: Back home' was published twice by mistake which is solved now. Those who haven't read the chapter '25: The story of a ring' and '26:Mission securing her future' , please do read it before this. Sorry for the inconvenience. Please do vote and comment if you like this story _______________ "Shifa , Please stop crying " Simran tried to stop Shifa's cry which was not stopping . Riya and Afifa watched them confused about the reason for which Shifa was crying .

What on earth? Pulling her attention back to the situation, she focused on the woman sitting at the table with a stack of her books, smiling and chatting and signing for the people who had come to see her. Lia studied her, memorizing each detail. She was pretty in a soft, warm way. Long, sun-streaked brown hair swept her shoulders, and a tinge of blush highlighted her creamy complexion. The red turtleneck sweater and the matching dangling earrings gave her an electric vibrancy. Lia didn't think she was a shifter - she did not pick up any connections from her - but sometimes it was hard to tell. Lia hoped against hope the resource Jamie Volka had referred to turned out to be the book. Not the

Isla As we prepared to leave, Lia lingered a moment longer, her eyes flicking toward Nathaniel and Mrs. Blake with a teasing, almost predatory gleam. “You know,” she said, her voice sweet as honey but with an unmistakable edge, “it must be exhausting, trying so hard to appear important when the real power, the real joy… clearly resides elsewhere.” Mrs. Blake’s fingers tightened on her handbag, her lips pressed into a thin line, while Nathaniel opened his mouth, clearly searching for a retort, only to find none came. Lia pressed her advantage.

Her remaining days would be full of misery. I was momentarily stunned by the news, but soon I calmed down. The moment I decided to let go, I had already come to terms with everything. My lingering feelings had vanished with their schemes. They were just strangers now. I exhaled, looking at Isaac. "Got the gossip out of your system? Let's talk about work." Isaac let out a dramatic groan. I laughed, determined to fight for a good life for myself. The time ahead would be mine and mine alone. The End

“What is the novel title?” “It was titled “The Pakistani Bride.” I know I saw it here beside the “Mottled Dawn”. Who could have taken it?” Liyana uttered, looking sadly at the woman. “Then a librarian must be reading it,” Gurkiran said, turning to go back to her office. “Who could that be on such a golden day?” Liyana lamented, going away with the woman. “Come back another time.” “That can't be!” Liyana stamp her feet on the floor and Gurkiran looked at her.

The danger made it more exciting. But problems started to appear slowly. One afternoon, Laila’s neighbor Mrs. Sharma visited. She was a middle aged woman who liked to gossip. “You look different these days, Laila,” Mrs. Sharma said. “More glowing. Is there something good happening?” Laila blushed. “Just good sleep, aunty.” Mrs. Sharma narrowed her eyes. “And that new milkman. He stays quite long sometimes. Everything okay?” Laila felt nervous but kept her voice calm.

Right as I was on the verge of erupting, a graceful figure caught my eye, instantly snuffing out the fire of anger boiling in my blood. “For a Luna, her mental fortitude is quite weak.” Nazia Owaib, Idris’s mother and the woman who stole my mother’s rightful place as the Lycan Leader’s wife and Luna, strolled to her son’s side and stared down at Saira Malivik with condescending eyes

Even Sera’s usual fire was muted, her eyes searching Aria’s face for a lie, for anything that would explain this madness. It was Altheya who broke the silence “You erased her name?” Aria nodded slowly. “I had to.” Liora’s voice was like broken glass. “Say it.” Aria closed her eyes. And whispered: “Your true name is… Nimara.” The sound struck Liora like a blow to the chest, Her knees nearly gave out, Because the moment she heard it, something deep inside her something locked, caged, starved opened. And with it came a flood of images.

Niyati is crying her heart out as she remembers what she saw. Niyati is twenty-three years old and is madly in love with her boyfriend, Naman for five years. She is an amazing author has written many famous books and immensely loved by the people for her unique writing style and humorous story plots. They both are of the same age and had not dated anyone before. Niyati went to Naman's apartment to surprise him when she caught him kissing another girl. This unexpected betrayal broke her heart

Emily was not aware of what had happened, as she had gone to the White House at that time, but the dean told her that Scarlett had taken care of it. Her stomach turned sour at the thought of that woman. She was still hurting from her argument with Lucian yesterday, and knowing that she might cross paths with his mistress at any moment made her feel as if fate was being unjust to her, as it had throughout her entire life. “My name is Lia Sinclair, and I’ll be teaching Science in the 4th-year class. Nice to meet you, Luna,” Lia, with her long auburn hair, ocean-blue eyes, and a sweet smile, extended her hand for a friendly shake.