Novel By Nimra Ahmed Novels & Stories

I shook my head and continued along my path, trying to forget about how sarcasm was the foundation of my speech now. Anywho, Palawana, the town in which I currently live, is probably the closest to the city. Nonetheless, it's also the most ignored, which works well in my favour. Why you may ask? To keep my existence low-key, that is. I, Nadia Rafsani aka Nailah El Nour, am currently working in the grand city, Karandish, infamously known as the land of the exotic bimbos and himbos and everything in between.

Iam going to store the great responses of my gals on Instagram, their comments, participation, gifts in the form of cover pages, aesthetic and everything there. So please Follow me there. I wont be able to answer your queries here. You will get amazing role pictures there. Now moving on, I want to inform you that this story is already ended and my new work is coming soon. The following stories are on its way on Goodnovel. -HIS WORLD (Noah Mcmills and Rainy stone) -GAME OF LOVE (Neha Verma and Dev Goenka) -CHAOTIC LOVE (Viso D'angelo and Isabel Ruiz)

Jemima handed them the now warm bottle of milk and saw that neither of the girls had touched their food, "Eat na." They each said a prayer and dug into their food. "So, what are your names?" Jemima asked. "I'm Chinyere and she's Tina," Chinyere answered and Jemima nodded. "Let me go and make a call," Jemima said and walked out of the kitchen. "Why can't we tell her the truth?" Chinyere asked when she confirmed that Jemima was no where in sight. "Why can't we tell her about Mr. Oko?"

the aged security man said "We're here to see Hajiya" "Oh you're welcome. You can go inside please" the man said to them and open the door for them "Thank you" they both ambled inside the shop and walk straight to the receptionist place. The young lady at the desk was busy reading novel on her title "Zaheera" a novel written by Zainab Abdulkadir. She was so engrossed in the novel that she didn't see them until Khady finally spoke "Good morning" Khady greated

Zehra shut her locker and adjusted her headscarf before approaching them. Nora Williams, like Zehra and their friend Ivanka Schneider, was a typical outcast at this typical school. She was a quiet, studious girl with extraordinary brain power who was adopted at a young age from a gypsy clan. She was a very calm person and wasn’t in the least affected by bullying. Zehra could hear the cheerleader Alexia taunt Nora. “–because after all, you’re just an abandoned gypsy! Ooh look who’s here, it’s the terrorist,”

I love you all for reading it and supporting it continuously. This book would not be here without certain people in my life. and I would like to take a moment and appreciate Thier efforts as well. Saamia Shabbir, one of my best friends who supported me throughout this journey. Her nickname is Amy, so you can see where that character came from. She even helped me with the making of few big plots in the novel. She is the best part of my life to be honest. Saamia, this is all because of you.

I don’t play games. Eric: How are you? Irina: I’m good, right now I am here at Coffee Bean, drinking a cup of caramel macchiato, and eating a slice of milk tea cake and writing a novel. Eric: Wow, delicious. What genre of novel is that? Irina: About dreams and time travel, self-love, peace and isolation, loneliness, desperation, and life and death. It’s not a love story, but almost a love story. Eric: Doesn’t sound like a love story to me, but it seems Interesting,

--- Elsewhere… Nelly Couldn’t Finish the First Page Nelly sat in her room, sadness weighing heavily on her face. She felt as if Naomi had taken Adel from her completely. She stepped out, hesitant, and stopped at Naomi’s door. Her hand trembled as she reached for the handle… then slowly turned it. The room lit up. It was neatly arranged. On the table lay a book Naomi had been reading. She approached and picked it up. The title read: “Your Eyes Found Me – A Novel” She turned off the light and left.

Ava’s POV Sleep was a stranger that night. I had tossed and turned until the moon itself had traveled halfway across the sky, the glow through my curtains mocking my exhaustion. My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, as though aware of my turmoil but refusing to share its calm with me. Every breath in the dark felt stifling, every thought circling back to Diego, to Sage, to the chains of my family’s expectations. I finally pushed the covers off with a sigh and padded to my balcony doors. The air outside was cool and heavy with the faint scent of rain. The courtyard below looked peaceful, but peace was the last thing inside me.

She said to herself while gazing at him. With a soft sigh, Ameera turned her attention to a novel she had brought along for the journey. She picked it up, feeling the weight of the story in her hands. As Ameera gazed at the novel in her hands, written by Prerna Kanade, a smile curled on her lips. She traced her fingers over the embossed title, feeling a sense of anticipation for the story that lay within its pages.