Qarar E Man Novels & Stories

“You’re kidding.” Quaro’s laughter boomed, rich and unrestrained. “Brother, I never kid about hormones.”

"Who are you looking for?" Araf asked. His head looked up, seeing where Edgar was looking. "That's Balqis, isn't it?" asked Edgar, confirming what he saw. Araf crossed his arms. "All women look alike when seen from behind. There's no way Balqis is here. We are in Lebanon, not Indonesia. Besides, Balqis must have children by now. Let's eat. I'm hungry!" Araf also dragged Edgar. His friend was still looking in the direction he had just pointed, but Araf didn't care and continued to carry him.

The man’s smile faded slightly. “Ah,” he said under his breath. “So that’s what you are.” Icarra tilted her head slightly. “And what is that?” she asked. He didn’t answer immediately. He wasn’t looking at her like prey. “A Queen,” he said finally. The word settled into the air like a prophecy fulfilled. Icarra’s heart pounded but she didn’t hesitate. “Then kneel.” The command hit like a force of nature. Invisible. Unavoidable. And the man took a step back. Not kneeling but not standing his ground either.

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he murmured in confusion. Qiara smiled faintly. “What’s wrong, darling? Your face is so red.” “Qiara…” Leon looked at her suspiciously. “What did you put in that coffee?” Qiara feigned surprise. “Just regular coffee. I only added a bit of sugar.” But the mischievous look on her face was impossible to hide. She stepped closer, the distance between them narrowing to only a few inches. “Maybe your body just needs… a little help to relax,” she whispered seductively.

Aurora shouted, wanting to remind him to look out for black magic, but he ignored her. Seeing that Kiran was a young man, the three drivers did not take him seriously. The man with earrings cracked his neck and eyed him derisively. “Boy, what did you do to p*ss Mr. Qasim Ali off?” Mr. Qasim Ali? Barak Ali? Kiran returned his gaze with interest. “Who’s Mr. Qasim Ali?” “One of the guys you were racing against on the mountain road just now.” The man’s explanation was clear.

“I don’t think you’re this… weak. As far as I'm concerned, your power is far superior to mine. So what’s the problem?” The man scoffed, the corner of his lips lifted. “Show me. Show me your strength, oh mixed eyes one.” He amplified the mana on his sword. Qusyairi couldn’t stop his smile. “I’ll show you.” He extended both of his hands to the side. “Come forth.” Hadi waited patiently, his eyes never leaving Qusyairi’s body.

“Excuse me… did I hear you say Halimah from the Kareem foundation?” All three of them froze. Zara’s breath caught as they hurried over. The man was frail and stooped, with deep smile lines carved into his weathered face. He set down the mango he’d been polishing and peered at them over a pair of cracked spectacles. “Yes!” Zara said, barely containing her urgency. “We’ve been asking about her all day. Do you know her?”

Ara gasped when the man grabbed her right arm tightly with his large bloody left hand. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?” his arrogant voice sent an unfamiliar chill to Ara's head to toe. His grip is like an electric static signaling her to run away right at that very moment. "Look at me when I'm talking to you," the man said in a low but warning tone. She still refuses to look at him. There had been an imaginary lump in her throat. Prevent her from making any excuse.

I don’t hear the words exactly, just the change in rhythm around us: people quiet, a dealer freezes mid-shuffle, the man with the laugh steps back like he’s been burned. Then the scar-man steps away, not because someone stronger beat him although if a stronger man had arrived maybe he would have but because he’s an animal that took a measure and decided the risk isn’t worth it. Liora smiles at me with a softness that should terrify me and I feel like a small child whose father walked into the room and stopped the thunder.