Novel By Shazia Mustafa Novels & Stories

Please god help me. "now o have to go and you will do my work. Do you ",he asked. I just stood there dumbfounded. "DO YOU ",he said gripping my arm. I flinched and nodded. I was shivering badly. Then he went and the whole scene started to come in front of me. I fell on the ground and cried while the place where he touch me. Soon darkness consumed me..... Why Allah. It's always me. I don't want this life. Whenever I thought, everything is alright. Then my all seems just shattered like glass. What if something happens to zoya.. ....shehryaar....

Nova was a survivor. As I approached the grand gates of Frederick’s home once more, I inhaled deeply, steadying my nerves. The mansion loomed ahead, cold and imposing, yet this time I was ready. Isabella might still linger, and Frederick might still hold his icy walls around him, but I would no longer be afraid. I was returning not as a frightened girl, but as a woman fortified by her own strength and resilience. *** The mansion was quieter than usual that morning. The lingering tension from the past weeks seemed to hang in the air, thick and suffocating, as I stepped into the grand dining room. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm bread did little to ease the knot in my chest.

All of you are part of my growing and learning process, and I have no words to express my gratitude for your presence in my life. That's why I decided to add a couple of bonus chapters for all of you that enjoyed this love story. One more chance to get engrossed with Elizabeth and Henry… And also, I wanted to introduce you to a new story that will soon be available on GoodNovel. 'Rise of the Phoenix' will be focused on Sarah as a character that never got too much attention but deserved it so very much since her life story is anything but usual. Stick around to find out what destiny has up her sleeve for Sarah.

Hello once again people i am here with my new book, if you haven't read my previous book , check it out and all the old books are completed., Second book - Greatest regret (it on soulmate) Third book- Rich jerk innocent bride.(it on billionaire man and poor girl setting) And this one on (Mafia) . enjoy

Biting her nails, she tried to stop the rush of anxiety she felt inside her body, planning ideas to skip the torturous breakfast. Chot ka bahana karke I'll tell taya jaan that I have taken painkillers and feeling sleepy-- “Wait!! You are talking about facing her all this time ?! And here I was thinking, that finally some sense knocked into your brain and you are disliking Azhar's presence like I do. You disappointed me so much birdie.” Mustafa's voice broke the spinning of the masterplan in the middle, and she frowned at him for disturbing her, but as soon as his words started making sense, she gasped at him in accusation.

He followed moments later, his body going rigid, his groan deep and resonant as he filled me with his warmth. We lay there for a long time, the sheets tangled around us. He pulled me close, his arm draped over my waist. I closed my eyes, feeling the afterglow of the encounter, the peacefulness settling in. But the anonymous writer's words still echoed in my mind, a reminder of the fire that had been lit. I knew that I would never be the same, that the quiet, shy girl who had read the diary was gone. I was a woman who had discovered her own power, her own desires, against the backdrop of a rainy night in a strange apartment.

We can withdraw three books at a time and we can withdraw it together," he smiles and with the promise that we will meet each other at the entrance of the hall in ten minutes, we both get separated. I walk through the wide hallways watching at the books in the shelves. It feels like I could get all the books from there and I could read all of them at the same time. I want to read all the books but I don't think that's even possible. So, I walk further to explore more of the books. And then, my eyes stuck in the book in which there is a sixteen year old girl who's half face is almost covered by her dupatta and her face has such a vibrant energy radiating from her. I decide to take that book.

Ivanka pointed to Zehra. “You’re South Indian?” Nora asked. Seema looked surprised. “No. I’m Seema Singh, North Indian.” “Singh? So you’re...” “Yea, I’m Sikh,” “Really? You look healthy to me,” Zehra said and Seema laughed. “I’m not sick, I’m Sikh,” Ivanka looked at her like she was bonkers and Seema rolled her eyes. “What’s your full name?” she asked Zehra. “Zehra Mahmood.”

This is the story of Motiesha, a natural yet complicated dark skinned woman who's life is about to change as she's drawn into places she can't escape with unfolding drama, action and comedic relief. DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. ★Please Enjoy★