Nimra Liaqat Novel Novels & Stories

“It’s less than two hours til training, I’m just going to get some reading done.” “Okay, you know where to find me if you change your mind,” Jael says before heading off toward her house. The reading Lia wanted to do was from her mom’s journal. She had set the book down and started getting ready for training when that wonderful smell wafted in on the breeze through her open window. She quickly finished changing and made her way to the living room. Lia froze when the scent hit her strongest by the front door. “Open it,” Nova begs her. Lia reaches out and twists the handle. She hears a growl as it opens.

He had been so hard on himself that he pushed everyone away but now, seeing the two of them together gave her hope; Najmah was slowly bringing back her son to life. {••} Najmah had showered and changed into a red fit and flare dress, wrapped a veil in a turban style before strolling towards the library. Pushing the door open, she went in, walking towards the books and picked the first book that caught her eye; “The Devil Wears Prada” by Lauren Weisberger. She sank into the beanbag chair, getting completely immersed in the story. When she was done reading, she returned the book back where she took it then proceeded to look for another book to read.

"Besides your house look like shit and this one is better, at least I get to sleep in a nice warm bed." Lia couldn't say another word as she tries not to make their audience know how scared she was. She wasn't a vampire nor a wolf but she wasn't normal. She was just lucky that she has her grandmother's gene that slow down aging for her and then her gift. And that was it. "Hi, I think we haven't formally introduced ourselves well, I'm Samira, Hiro's mother." Samira introduced herself as she stood up and went back to the kitchen to check what she put on the fire.

THIRD PERSON Lashnia Guirro After a month, everyone was surprised that Lia came out of her room after being locked up for a month. "Lady Lashnia, where are you going?" "I'm going to see my mother," Carrying the pain from the death of her baby, she has no other thought but to take revenge on everyone. Lia went to her mother's house. Her mother was very happy when her daughter visited her but Lia felt differently. She had a different purpose to her visits.

The oxygen mask was connected with his face. A smile played on her lips. And she locked the door. Slowly, approaching the almost dead man, she looked at him. Her eyes resting on his face. Fire dancing in her eyes. Fire of revenge. She was Nayab. Sister of Daniyal and Shoaib. Daughter of Waqas and Neelam. Neelam who was sister of Zahra's mother, Ammara. Daniyal, whom Zahra loved so dearly. Shoaib, her brother... who harassed Zahra.

Lawrence was there, but took no notice of any act that was being displayed before him. Lying on her bed and having a deep thought about the occurrences of the past few hours, Somira began to drench in her worries.... as she started to nurse the idea of a quick and best way out to end her misery. Instantly, she got up form her bed like she just felt and received a huge amount of strength into her body.

It was a bland porridge day after day. “You want one?” she offered the bubblegum packet to me. Her tone was rather friendly. I pursed my lips, paying her no mind. As a lieutenant, she could’ve easily slipped into my cell to see me, but she chose not to. She abandoned me. Lia came from Declan’s pack, orphaned by the rogue siege. She didn’t blend well with Embercrest, was named the outcast, and was bullied by the popular girls at school until she showed incredible skills in basic military training. She played the victim and waited for the right moment to unleash her anger. She was smart enough to know when to keep a low profile and when to show off her excellent skills.

Its contents felt warm, almost inert, against the overwhelming power of the Nectar. As he brought the vial to his lips, a new vision pierced through the Nectar's haze. Not an illusion, but a memory. Lia, the real Lia, standing defiant in the market, holding up the butterfly pea flower, her eyes blazing with conviction. "The whispers are always there," she'd said. "For those who know how to listen." Bima squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them. The beach, Lia’s phantom smile, flickered, then vanished. He saw the drone, the shimmering Nectar, the terrifying truth.

From that observation, Li-lah could tell that Julia and Natalia were insecure about their status as elite members. 'Make other people help you if you want to achieve your goals.' she thought to herself. Her eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of Alma seated close to Maria. There was nothing unusual amount that as Lia was also sitting by her side too but what caught her attention was what Alma was doing. She had a kiddies novel in her hand but she was flipping through it, just looking at the pictures and not actually reading it and the few times she tried to read, she couldn't. It hit her! Alma couldn't read at all. That was why she kept looking at the pictures. Her Informant was right.

The silence stretched long enough that Lira's wolf went still despite itself not submission, just the ancient, involuntary recognition of something it could not measure, could not categorise, could not file under any threat it had encountered before. "Next time I won't stop myself from missing your throat." Nyma said quietly. "Remember that." She held the eye contact one moment longer. Then she straightened, turned, and walked. Past Lira's snarling form. Past the equipment shed with its weathered grey wood. Past her husband, still on his knees with the Infidelity Mark blazing across his chest, who opened his mouth as she approached and closed it again when she walked past him without breakin