Novel By Shazia Mustafa Novels & Stories

Zehra turned the last page of the novel she'd found in Lawrence's bedchamber earlier that day. It had been so wonderful to find an engaging read. She had read some English novels before, but never these "Gothic" ones, as Lawrence had called them, for they were rare in Shiraz, the area where she was from. The adventures of Lady Isabelle had distracted her from her loneliness for a time, but when she heard the click of the door opening her heart leapt.

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.

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

"Bhayya.....bhayya please forgive me, bhayya I don't know that Papa will lose his life on my leaving home, please, forgive me bhayya..... today I came to know about Papa, I am very depressed bhayya.... please, believe me, I don't want to do this, but I have no other way than this bhayya......" While hiccuping she cried very badly. But it still doesn't affect Shanzal Ali Shah, he was standing without showing any movement. "Bhayya... I really love Zeeshan, I can't think of living with someone else other than him, I don't, bu....... but Zeeshan didn't agree with me, he told me that I should concede to what you say, bhayya......he told me that he cannot help me in running away from the house, he

After she got at least enough books to make her occupied while Nicholas is at the meeting, she settles on to the small bedroom window that wasn’t that cramped more spacious but was enough for her to have a comfortable space to read at. Randomly picking the books amongst the huge stack, Zinnia pursed her lips as her brows rose with interest after seeing the title of the book in her hands. ‘Bane Legacy’ From the mysterious title itself, Zinnia can already tell that it must be a thriller, mystery, and fantasy book. Well, it doesn’t matter to her, the title was enough to make her stay. “Legacy? Hmm, humor me” she murmured before leaning her back at the wall behind her and finding a nice position

“I don't need the money. Give it out to charity or whatever, if you have no need for it. You really need to stop resisting the gifts and money I shower on you. They won't stop coming.” She sighed. “Zaki, I don't feel comfortable collecting money from you. Half your family already thinks I'm with you for that sole purpose.” “Half my family are dumb. They may think it, but if it as much as comes out as a whisper, I'll make life miserable for them.” She smiled at his words, and he came around the table to meet her. “I bought you a house in London.” “What?!” She was aghast. “Shhhh,” He put a finger on her lips and kissed her. “It's a pre-birthday gift.”

[JANE] “What’s your novel about?” I inquired as I took a sip from my coffee. Luna looked at me for a second before she squinted her eyes and hummed as if she’s trying to recall what her novel is about. Her tongue clicked before she spoke. “My novel is about two people who met in an unexpected situation. One made a bet and the other agreed, one life is at stake. I don’t want to spoil that much because I want you to read it yourself”, she smiled but I was too distracted to smile back. I was once again terrified at the thought that this is somewhat connected to me and Khali. Who is this person in front of me, sipping her coffee, wearing a cheerful and attractive smile on her face?

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.

Her heartbeat quickened. “That side… something is burning,” a woman muttered, rushing past them. Zara’s breath hitched. That was their direction. She started running. And when she finally reached… Her world shattered. Her house was on fire. “No…” she whispered, frozen in shock, the food slipping slightly from her trembling hands. Flames devoured everything. People were shouting, trying to help, throwing water but it was too late. Everything burned. Their clothes. Their belongings. Their memories. Gone.

I looked around until a shelf caught my attention, on top of the shelf is a sign posted in it that reads 'Bondage and Sadomasochism', I wander through the shelf until a book caught my attention. Dollar Sign by Giza Clay. The title of the book was intriguing, I took the book off the shelf and read the summary of the novel written on the back. After reading the summary, I decided to read the whole book later. I turned the book over the last page where you can see a picture of the author and the author's biography. My brows furrowed when I saw Giza's picture, I couldn't help but ask myself what the fuck happened to his face. He has an angelic face, very beautiful but a scar in an X shaped destr