Novel By Shazia Mustafa Novels & Stories

“Six o’clock, the clip airs. We watch. We see what Vivienne does. Then we sleep in shifts. Then we wake up with twenty hours left on the building and zero dollars.” “And three days,” Bastian said. He was at the other window. Looking out. Not at her. “On what?” Zara met his eyes in the glass reflection. “On nothing.” Lie. Small. Necessary. For twelve hours. He knew it. Didn’t call it. Just nodded. “Okay.” He sat on the bed across from Bisi. Not the one next to Zara. Distance. Respect. Or fear. Zara sat on her bed. Took her shoe off. Blood and water. Blister was ugly. She didn’t wince.

Mustafa who is now with Zoe wants to live a new life again after going through hell in his marriage with Cassie but with the children they have standing in the way, how does he function properly as the husband to Zoe and as a father to the children he has with Cassie? Cassie is left to deal with the misery, trying to patch all of the broken pieces together after so much has been ruined. Would she ever get a renewal of love and life itself when there's unprecedented polyandry standing in the way? Aren't you excited for this??? Ooh la la! Until next time, see you in The Captor, sequel to The Captive! One more thing, you can read The Captive on GoodNovel now and you can also purchase it on Okad

Zyra POV I sat at the edge of the window, my knees drawn close to my chest, staring out at a world that felt impossibly far away. Outside was quiet—too quiet. The kind of silence that pressed against your ears and made your thoughts louder. The compound stood still, lifeless, like a graveyard where even memories were buried. Sometimes I still couldn’t believe how I ended up here. One moment, I was a waitress. tired, overworked, but free. The next, I was a prisoner trapped inside luxury walls, surrounded by danger dressed in wealth. I hated the worst part of it all: the waiting. Sleeping. Waking. Doing nothing. Existing without purpose.

Hindi siya makatingin ng diretso sa mga mata ng mga ito, but everyone greeted her boss who was behind her. “S-Sir. `Yung book ko pala.” Bigla siyang huminto at lumingon dito nang nasa harap na sila ng kanilang mga opisina. “Everyone Has A Story, written by the Indian Author: Savi Sharma. This was the author’s debut novel and was first published in August 2015. Sharma self-published her book, which quickly became popular and bestselling. Later it was published by Westland publishers. By February 2017 more than 100,000 copies of the book were sold,” sabi nito sabay abot ng aklat na iyon sa kaniya.

♡ Synopsis Unrequited love -بےنظاہ عشق Maaz Naqvi is the COO of Naqvi Industries and also a billionaire. Unlike the other arrogant billionaires, Maaz is a sweet, loving and humble person. He puts up a smile in every situation, be it his brother or father insulting him for no reason or his love Haya, hating and hurting him. Haya Qadir, an orphan who tries to act brave and bold but is faint-hearted. Haya hates the billionaires as she thinks all of them are the same arrogant and rude and also rub money on others faces.

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 opened the door for them "Thank you" they both entered inside the shop and walked straight to the receptionist. The young lady at the desk was busy reading a novel titled "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 greeted "Oh! I'm sorry" the lady said before greeting them " Good Morning to you. Welcome to Ashafa's shopping mall. How may I help you?" the lady said in a professional way

To begin with, my debut novel is finally completed. I’d like to thank each and everyone who loved MY INDIAN WIFE right from its inception. The book is nowhere near perfect. It has grammatical errors, mistakes, and typos, but despite all the shortcomings, the love and support I’ve received from you all are heart-warming and something I’ll always cherish. Now that this story has reached its conclusion, it's time for Christian and Mishka to say goodbye. But goodbye doesn’t always mean the end. I’ll come back sometime later with Eric and Kiara’s standalone books. The spin-off of ‘My Indian Wife.’

“He has not; I forbade him. But I have had enough of it, and now I go to him, since he, being in service, cannot come to me. I intended to ask of you and my benefactress a refuge for this maiden while I went to Rashroff alone; but since you say that it is safe everywhere, I will take her. She is curious, the magpie, to see the world. Let her look at it.” “And let people look at her,” put in Zastar. “Ah, they would have nothing to see,” said the young lady, out of whose dark eyes and mouth, fixed as if for a kiss, something quite different was speaking. “An ordinary puss, nothing more than a puss!” said Sir Novoveski. “But if she sees a handsome officer, something may happen; therefore I chos

And somehow, that feels like its own little happy ending tucked quietly inside ours. As for me, I'm still working in events. Although I've moved up quite a bit since that first chaotic gala. I run my own small team now, specializing in high-profile private events, which is funny considering the kind of event that started this entire mess in the first place. Farida still teases me about it. She reminds me constantly that she basically predicted everything when she first leaned close to me and whispered, "The prince." I hate that she's right. He proposed here.

“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.”