Novel By Shazia Mustafa Novels & Stories

He looked away nervously. "Hey, what's your name?" She asked. Ignoring her again, Zohan put on the headphones over his ears. While Ruhi cursed something looking at him. --- Zoya and Sahir with their daughter Zahara reached India. After coming back to their hometown, Zoya was happiest. Looking at her Sahir too felt relieved. But Zahara was not interested. She has already started hating small things. They reached the Sultan's Mansion, which Sahir built on the same place where his previous Mansion was. When Zoya entered the mansion, she couldn't stop her tears when good old memories hit on her mind. Sahir too remembered the past.

I hated how steadying it felt. I stepped back before I could think too hard about that. "Just — explain. You said you'd seen this before. What did you mean?" "There's a novel," he said. "About a wolf warrior who enrolls at an academy and starts shifting into a black wolf instead of the rare white wolf she was born with. No one can explain it. Not at first." My pulse spiked. "Who wrote it?" "Sophie Miller, I think." The name hit me like a blow to the chest. The world tilted, sound rushing out of my ears until all I could hear was my own heartbeat, deafening.

“Why don’t you come to my house and we can talk while I prepare dinner?” So, a few hours later, she found herself sitting on a barstool at a breakfast table in Zafeera’s huge white marble kitchen. Zafeera expertly prepared a kachumbari to go with the mutton biryani that was slowly cooking in her oven. Suhaira looked around at the beautiful furniture and ornaments in her house that had been bought from all over the world. All of this and her friend still wasn’t happy. Why did life have to be so complicated?

A few days go by and I finally have fully recovered, Zaki would check up on me each day and I would ignore him each day. I also have managed to get some information from a few younger maids. (It seems that we're back in our own country and only a few hours away from the capital city. If I were to escape, tonight would be the best opportunity.) I begin to think of a escape plan when a knock on the door brings me back to reality, I turn around and see Zaki closing the door behind him.

She dumped a tray full of food on my lap and warned, "Don't take them in an empty stomach. You will have ulcers if you do that. Have rest today love, I'm going to the restaurant." I nodded with gratitude and kissed her on both cheeks. She grinned and waved me goodbye. I was left alone with my thoughts and dread. I had my breakfast and medicines. Soon after, my head started feeling like a stone and I layed down on the pillow, grabbing one of my favorite books from the nightstand. Gabrielle-Suzanne Barbot de Villeneuve's 'Beauty and The Beast.' Sighing, I opened the page, where I left off from.

This was Faith's journal. He flipped some more pages. In the beginning, nothing was all that interesting in the book. It was just about daily life. Some of her stories showed that she had a tough life. She wrote about how hard she worked to support her family and her sick father. It wasn't anything new Anthony didn't already know about. His chest felt heavy as he kept reading. Faith's life hadn't been easy. Her father was so cruel to her. So, no wonder she had a hard time trusting men. Trusting him.

Zharn's mother smiled from the other side of the table next to her husband and first child. "Indeed." His father curtly replied. "Thank you." I gave my brightest rehearsed smile, hoping it looked as good as it did in my dresser's mirror. I sat down, placing my purse on my lap, and Zharn sat next to me. "Before I forget, I got you something." "You can't have anything I like except for your ginger hair." She replied coolly. "What about a book by Jamilla Coover, the final book of this Break Me series?" I raised up the black and purple popular mystery thriller novel.

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he said bitterly. Maahi found herself reluctantly intrigued. "To cut the long story short, while I was foolishly writing poems immortalizing her beautiful eyes, my Casanova brother seduced her innocence away and when she fell pregnant, refused to marry her. Shazia killed herself out of shame. She never knew that I loved her. I would have married her in a heartbeat had she confessed her problem to me. I never forgave Usmaan for her death, not that it mattered to him. You see, Usmaan wanted to marry into money and-or power, the easiest way to give his illegal businesses a boost. Shazia didn't come from either."

But there’s some deeper, perhaps childish part of me that’s taken this as much more: Marcel’s been absent for weeks and the day of my 25th birthday is no different. I sigh, trying to lose myself in the well-worn pages of my copy of Laisha Gardner’s ‘I Am Mustafin’, a story I’ve read countless times before. It’s a favorite of mine, a dark romance dystopian novel of love, loss, and survival set against the backdrop of a war-torn world. I’m so engrossed in the story that I barely register the sound of the door opening. As the familiar figure steps into the room, my heart leaps into my throat.