Novel By Shazia Mustafa Novels & Stories

And I’d protect her daughter in ways no man ever protected my mother. I turned toward the hallway. The door to the suite was still cracked open, faint light spilling out across the floor. I touched the cold handle of the door of my room, my thumb dragging over the polished brass. I stood in that silence, same as I had in Milan, years ago—frozen, my fists clenched, and helpless. Only now, I wasn’t helpless. And anyone who thought they could touch my blood without consequence was about to learn just how far I’d go to keep a little girl from ending up in a file.

One who has a cautious attitude, as well as a cold and sharp gaze. Khanza Syahilla. Kenzo raised an eyebrow and smiled faintly. Staring at Khanza who seemed busy immersed in the world that the girl created herself. But then, Khanza snapped out of her reverie and turned her head. Her eyes and Kenzo's eyes met. Khanza didn't look away at all like most girls out there, when their eyes met with him. The girl just stared back, with her trademark sharp and cold gaze, making Kenzo a little surprised and impressed.

I also like the fact that her female leads ain't that weak compared to other stories that l read before. Woow she must be a great author then. Shadrack has been listening and watching her attentively. He liked the way she was animating about every thing she said about her favorite author. So where is this author Khads from that you are so proud of and what's your favorite novel. He asked her again. Well she is our own Ugandan lady based in the United Arab Emirates. And my fav. novel is my famous hubby and his mysterious hidden wife which she is completed. I love her other novels too such as her new one his high class maid.

She could almost taste the future she wanted to build: a grand college in the heart of Mirapur where no girl would ever have to beg for a chance to learn, and a lavish, white-marbled villa for her mother, where the only work Maryam would ever do was tend to a garden of roses. When the doors hissed open, the air of the city hit her—metallic, cold, and bustling with an energy that felt both electric and predatory. Zara stepped onto the platform, gripping her luggage. She looked up, dazed by the sheer scale of the terminal. She didn't know that beneath the polished marble floors of this city, secrets were buried—secrets of a father she never knew and an empire that had been stolen before she co

I know what I'm doing is wrong, but what she doesn't know won't hurt her, right? The way she limped up the stairs still disturbs me. Kaima was simply careless and I couldn't stop myself from throwing daggers at her with my eyes... she was too occupied to notice, anyway. She sat opposite me on our study table but she was too engrossed and at some intervals too excited to be the same girl who always groans at the sight of her books. Even I wouldn't and I can say for a fact that I love studying, except... I zoomed my sight on the book in her hands. That wasn't her basic technology textbook. It's a novel, one that isn't part of her literature class and the title- 'One night with the playboy'

Little did I know that one day I would be thankful to Uncle Afzal that he chose me for his son. Ohh yeah.. Uncle Afzal and Maria are living a beautiful and peaceful life in India. Yes, they shifted to India four years back. They opened a hospital in India. We kept visiting them every year. Sarah and Shuzaat are great parents of two twins Ayan and Hiba. They are in Manchester. They both are successful doctors. Finally, my ship of Shuzaat sailed. I always knew that there is something special between them.

" angry with the author's stupid dog shit novel; she hurriedly opened her keyboard and typed in " THIS IS ABSOLUTELY NONSENSICAL NOVEL , F*CK YOU AUTHOR!" But cursing the author once wasn't enough for her so she repeatedly cursed the novel and the author . The Fl was putiful but so was Chelsea under WHAT premises was Lilian allowed to have a HE but Chelsea was given a BE? " Iliana! We will be late for Mrs Sushma's hindi lecture " " I'm coming Rohini " Iliana shouted to her best friend and rushed out from her room but as soon as she stood up her head started to feel dizzy .

Again, so sorry for not uploading this past two days since I wasn’t feeling well and have a bad fever and bad headache (not Covid19 tho, lol, since I’m already okay and no one in my family is affected). Just talking about Clarke and surprise2, our new heroine, Miss Elizabeth T. Sharma. I’m trying to bring a bit of an Indian influence since I am part Indian myself so do be alert for the updates and I promise you, I will do my best to entertain with Clarke and El’s story like how I did with Alissa and Daniel . So many ideas come to mind and I hope you will enjoy it as much as I love writing it. God bless and stay safe. See you 2moro ,hopefully. Love, Diana.

"Maddy! When did you get here? I didn't even notice you!" I chuckled, enjoying the moment of surprise. "Well, you were pretty lost in whatever you were reading. So, what's the name of the novel that has captured your attention?" I asked gently, nudging at her. Hazel's face fell, and a hint of sadness crept into her voice. "It's called 'Demoralised Plaything.' It's about a girl who feels trapped and controlled by someone she thought loved her, only to get pulled in by someone else and still remain insecure."

Elena froze, her hand still holding the ice pack. Hearing the words “Mrs. Sinclair” from her own daughter’s mouth stabbed at her heart like a knife. “We are your mother, Rose,” Elena said, her voice holding a mixture of irritation and suppressed pain. “And for the outsiders, we are Mrs. Sinclair.” A bitter smile appeared on Rose’s lips. “Mother…” She said the word as if it tasted sour. Memories began to flood her mind. When she was Reena Malhotra, she had read this novel.