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.

“What can we expect in that story?” “Is Sindy Kate really gone?” The questions continued, and I was like a deer caught in the headlight. My teeth started to tatter, and the flashes were blinding me. I swallowed all my nerves and smiled. “Yes, I am writing a novel. It’s fiction but inspired by my life experience. I want to inspire all the women out there, in all walks of life, that it is okay to dream high, not to give up when things get tough. I want to show them that I may be born into a privileged family, but life isn’t always perfect.”

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'

*Last but not least Don't copy my stories or lines IT'S A BIG CRIME . I am new on Goodnovel I need your support and I am an Indian author. I write Indian contemporary love stories. PLEASE LEAVE COMMENT AND SUPPORT ME Allah Hafiz 💙💙💙 authorshazshaik

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.

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.