Novel Leftenan Adnan Novels & Stories

Juliet Somehow, I was back at the cafe, facing Grace's piercing gaze. After I struggled to hold back from crying, which I had been doing a lot these days, Grace managed to convince me to go back to the cafe with her. “So… how about Naomi and Leah?” I asked, not just because I was trying to shift the conversation from me, but because I was curious about the women I used to call my friends. “Leah left the country to manage her mother's farm a year after graduation”, Grace answered.

Chester reprimanded. Adnan's expression darkened further. He and Chester were classmates at the military academy, both equally outstanding during their student days. However, once they entered the military, Chester's luck and strategic abilities surpassed Adnan's. In just 20 years, Chester had ascended from a common soldier to commander, while Adnan remained a captain. When Chester mentioned their connection, Adnan didn't feel pride. Instead, he felt deeply ashamed. "He's the one who captured Leafall," Chester added.

A fourth seat sat empty beside them. “Speak of Vanadine,” Adnanter commanded. Horann crossed the room slowly and prostrated herself before them, feeling their hate and loathing for her existence crawl over her skin. Adnanter stood six feet tall, slender and willowy, his face was a mask of evil that left nothing to the imagination. Here was a creature without compassion, without mercy of any kind, an elf who would use any tactics, employ any type of violence or coercion to attain his goals. He wore black leather made from the skins of the dark Elves’ enemies in Elaris, a race called the Entrellies, to show his power and disdain for the race.

Adnan: All right, the most important thing is that he returned to the living, to be alive here and with us. Lenor - You saw, I told you. You would have killed him today. Adnan-Stop repeating the same thing, you annoy me. Lenor-Adnan, life is one, come with me to us, Layla is very devastated. Adnan - That's how Layla deserves it, how could I have participated in the lies with you.

Seeing that Leora didn't leave, "Are you tired of living? Want to be a statue?" asked Adnan in an unfriendly tone. Leora was surprised, looked up at Adnan. Spontaneously shook his head slowly. "Then quickly clean that up and get out of here!" Adnan suddenly drank back the half of the chocolate milk that was left. Leora stuttered to herself, then immediately went out to the kitchen to get a rag to clean up the broken glass. Leaving Adnan, who was holding back his emotions for a while, his name is a temperament person who must have been wrong, his emotions evaporated a little.

Caught between the unhinged Jasmine and the intimidating White family, everyone's eyes were on Derick, waiting for him to tell the truth. Derick was ghost-white, sweat trickling down his forehead. He looked around in a frenzy until his eyes met mine. I was cradling the baby. He pointed straight at me and yelled, "I'm clueless here. It's all Lily's fault! "Lily didn't want her son Ayden, born with a heart defect, to inherit the mafia's throne. I was backed into a corner and agreed to help her swap the babies!

Aminu led them into the house, past the living room where Halima was watching a Nigerian movie with terrible quality. The study was much like his father's, except the curtains were thrown open and there were more fictional novels than there weren't. Adnan spied a collection of Danielle Steel's, smiling at the image of Afrah which popped into his head. There was no doubt whose books they were. "Please, sit," Aminu gestured to the seat in front of him. Adnan sank into the chair quietly, watching as his uncle hastily walked around and sat in his own chair. He hummed to himself as he pulled open the drawer and passed a piece of gum to Adnan.

The man standing before him was one of the people Antoino found it difficult working with,not that he wasn't approachable ,Adan was one of the men that like seeing things going there own way , irrespective of other people’s opinions, especially those he considered young to the game. At the age of forty two Adan was one of the wealthiest people in the world , not that he looked the part of a billionaire -if they was ever a look like that. Adan was dressed in a black knee length jean, white T-shirt and a pair of flip flops.He looked like he was going to spend the day at the beach rather than an office.

Nolan continued, “I guess Yena is more forgiving than I am. She wanted me to bring you some reading material. Guess she must have been concerned you would be bored in here.” He opened his jacket and pulled a small book out of the interior pocket. The gap at the bottom of the silver bars was just wide enough for the book to fit underneath. Nolan crouched and shoved it under, sending the book sliding straight across the slick, well-worn, centuries-old stone floor. Adan stopped the book under his foot. He stared down at it. But he did not bend to pick it up. It was the book he had written many years ago, back when he lived in the human world. The book he had given to Yena when they first met, w