Novel By Shazia Mustafa Novels & Stories

She left the city on a Saturday morning in hurt, exactly eleven days after the wedding that never happened. She took only one suitcase and her laptop. The three-carat diamond ring was shoved deep into the interior zippered pocket of her bag, hidden away where she wouldn't have to look at it. At the very bottom of her luggage, wrapped in a sweater, were three worn Dostoevsky novels the ones she had knocked off a bookstore shelf eight months ago. She couldn’t explain to herself why she was keeping them. She only knew she couldn't leave them behind. At twenty-two years old, Zara was fleeing the city where she had been born. The city where she had gone to university, fallen madly in love, and be

This chapter is in third person p.o.v. Natasha didn't stop crying ever since she was told that her child was gone. It's all Wunmi's fault, she thought to herself. Tayo already going crazy, first because of Wunmi and now his child. Even Natasha doesn't want to stop crying. "Natasha, it's okay. There'll be a solution somehow?" Tayo tried to console, deep down he knew he was failing at it. Natasha cried even louder "It would be okay since you know you could have a child, I lost my baby and my womb."

"Now let me tell you the name of the angel which you always told me in your fairy tale stories. Her name is Khushi. You won't believe Mom, she is so different from other girls. She is not a gold digger like every other girl who wanted to be with me just for my money and fame. Her beauty lies in her simplicity, her generous and kind heart which is ready to help anyone even if it costs her own life. That's what made her special. She doesn't do things to become greedy. She did not know my real identity but helped me by giving shelter in her small house.

POV YUDHA I scratched my head frustrated. Grandfather would be angry if he knew that Nindi made Luna angry. I can feel Luna's anger. Until now if I remember i can get goosebumps. The first day i entered the office was very horror. The image of Luna's eyes looking at my sister was still very fresh. So cold and scary. I thought, is my wife is a cold-blooded criminal?! Impossible.

To avoid Shin from seeing her coming back. “Yeah.” “Oh! I think that’s the reason why you got such big muscles.” My muscle? Due to healthy lifestyle. Health is wealth. “I have to.” sound I am too arrogant. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL Thank you so much!

She smiles at me and then turns around. "Mimo," Lisa calls my name, and I look at her. "Yes." "I read your story, about Mafia candidate girl who fell in love with another guy even she is the candidate of the mafia boss bride. It was superb." She says that, and Jazmine praises me as well in a second voice. I thank them for supporting me, and Lisa suggests making it a novel because it will surely be a hit. I frown after I tell her that it got rejected. Lisa's face fumes and exclaims like how Jazmine reacted when I told her what happened.

Now she get to know that breaking engagement in India is not easy . Preview:- Shopping Tell me your favorite character from this book , till now in comments.

Salaar was saying sorry for a completely different reason but she thought he was sorry because he kidnapped her. She just gave a small imperceptible nod of her head. Hamza noticed how she didn't forgive just like that. Compared to her soft, innocent personality. She didn't forgive immediately. She seemed as if she would never forget if anyone did bad to her. And he ranks top on that list. Shiza came with a tray and she placed it on the coffee table. Sitting down on her knees near the table she poured the tea into the cups while asking them how much sugar they wanted.

Meekey whispered. “I didn’t do it for you,” Tasha said. “I did it because she deserves closure—one way or another.” The line went dead. Later that afternoon, Maya made her way to the café near Jefferson Park. She sat by the window, sipping coffee she didn’t want, waiting. She had seen a picture of Zoe once smiling beside Natalie on a community newsletter website. Black braids. Sharp jawline. Big hoop earrings and a stare that said don’t mess with me unless you mean it.

The conqueror had won by inventing a game where victory meant no one else had to lose. Dr. Sharma walked away, her notebook full of facts, her mind full of a silence that was not empty, but profound. She would write her book. It would be a book about a ghost who had haunted the world into waking up. And the ghost, she knew, would have hated every page. Which was, perhaps, the final proof that he had succeeded.