Novel By Nimra Ahmed Novels & Stories

It feels like something under my chest are about to explode. The surroundings are so blurry and the next thing I knew is my back hit something before darkness subside my consciousness. ### Amira's POV I excitedly scan my newly bought book from the bookstore lately. It's all about paranormal stories. It was so thick as it consists of different paranormal stories. Since I get so tired of reading cliche romance stories, I have tried out reading horror again since I'm fond of it as well. As soon as I opened the first page, it excites me after reading first sentence.

Thank you all for reading my book. This is my second book on good novel and I hope you all enjoy it. 'Quagmire' is a romance novel which possesses a lot of twists, turns, complications but still enough romance to keep it interesting and thrilling. The book is an entire work of fiction and is not intended to make mockery or downgrade any kind of individual.

So your wait is over and I have come back with Xaphan Knight's story! Those who are new let me tell you that this book is going to tell the story of one of the main characters of 'Between Hell and Heaven' (available on Good Novel) i.e. 'Xaphan Knight!' If you haven't read that story than there is no problem. You can read whichever you want first or you can read this story as stand alone too 😊. So finally if you are ready for some hot stuff then join the journey of Nikki Ahuja and Xaphan Knight with me 😉

Mahira said, "Aunt Nurul is kind, Mahira likes to play with her." Nurul gave Mahira many gifts, clothes, dolls, comic books, and many more. Mahira became close to her, Nurul's kindness could buy the heart of an innocent little girl like Mahira, it seemed that Nurul was a good girl. It occurred to Azmia, if God did not allow her to breathe oxygen a little longer in this world, Nurul was the right girl to be Bram's companion. She loved and cared for Mahira very much, of course she would love Mahira's little sister, the baby in her stomach.

"Oh, you noticed. But it isn't something you should worry about, you know. Your dad just needs some time. He'll come around." It was something she was telling herself too. Something she wished would happen soon. "Okay, mommy." Maryam picked up her book. "What are you reading?" asked May, trying to start up a new conversation. She didn't see the book's title because half of the purple cover was peeled off. "Purple Hibiscus," Maryam replied excitedly. "Written by Chimamanda Adichie, my favorite author," she added. "Isn't that too much for you? Do you even understand a word?" May thoughtfully asked.

Hi lovely readers, This is me, Ajmiri Ali Nila the author of this book. Hope you enjoyed reading this book. For the simple mistakes, I am asking for your forgiveness as English is not my first language. I would like to hear from you so please don't forget to comment. Also, you can follow me on Good novel and also in In******m. my I***a id is ajmiri.ali Please check my other books in Goodnovel too. My new book His awaited mate will get regular updates from Feb.

She loves to listen to classical music, rock music, and kpop. Neha Tekwani Neha Tekwani is an Administrator turned Author. She made her debut with the Anthology, ‘Tales of Heart’ published by Damick Publications and is set to release her independent novel sometime in the future. Her mainstream genres include new adult fiction, realistic fiction, and contemporary romance. A thorough believer of unconditional love, she enlightens her readers with the importance of self-live and self-complacency. She is also a psychology loved, a 24/7 bibliophile who loves the smell of books, and considers N*****x as her first love. Sluggishly motivated, she often thinks her job is to be a hopeless romantic.

Nitra spoke, giving trousers to Vikram who made Vihaan lay on the couch to get him ready. “What are you giving Saira?” Vikram asked. “My favourite story book.” he said in one go without thinking. After some time while Vikram made Vihaan ready, while Nitra got ready in the room. “Babe are you ready?” Vikram asked, knocking on the door. “Yes, one minute.” Nitra spoke. Nitra got out wearing a saree which was enough for any man to drool over. Seeing her Vikram’s mouth got hung open. After hearing a chuckle from Nitra Vikram collected himself somehow controlling his hormones.

No more Moonlit Pack to return to. Naira turned to glance one last time at the desert she had once called home. Then with a bitter smile and sad eyes filled with determination, she turned and walked into the unfamiliar world. "From now on, I'll live for myself. I'll love myself. Zain Adeel, let's never meet in this life again."

But it still looked authentic. "Have you been working here for a long time?" Asked Arash. And he swallowed his disappointment again because Zaya refused to answer Arash's question for the umpteenth time. “Hmm .…” Arash was about to turn away and suppress his anger towards the girl when his eyes caught sight of a book that was very familiar to him. “A novel by Mira.Wv…?” And those words were what made Zaya then direct her full attention towards the man.