Novel & Cerita Rabia Basri

“I’m Adelina and I’m calling from KlasyRhodes fashion home, Luanda. We need you to create some designs ma. We want to put up a fashion show and we need new unusual foreign designs.” Could she just stop with the madam thing, Chava had cringed one of her fists already; she didn’t like to be addressed with ‘ma’. Luanda? That was an African country and the caller didn’t sound like a regular client. Where did she get her contact from? “OK, my name is Chava or you can call me Miss Ava.” She smiled. “OK mad--sorry, Miss Ava. How much is your rate?” “When is the deadline? And how many designs?”

She greets me with a brief hug. "Hello, I am Dhanishta Baidwani. Nice to meet you, ma'am." I reply politely. She smiles and looks at Arabella. "Honey! Come meet your sister. She is Dhanishta, your twin." She tells her. Arabella exhales heavily and looks up at me with a bored expression. "Hello, sister. It's nice to meet to you." She says and goes back to scroll through her phone. Mrs. Rossi frowns and snatches her phone away. "That is no way to talk to your sister, Ara!" She scolds her but she just rolls her eyes at her and stands up.

she answered whilst taking a pair of panties out her drawer and putting them in her bag. "Lia, yes or no to this top?" Elena asked. "Yes. You bought me it didn't you?" Lia answered. "Just testing," Elena said with a smirk. "Pomegranate and honey body wash or vanilla and raspberry?" Bella said from the bathroom. "Vanilla and raspberry please!" Lia called back. "And what about shampoo? L’Oréal or Pantene?" Lisa asked. "The L’Oréal one is empty!" Lia said. "Okay." "I found it!" Allison said, pulling something out from down the side of Lia's bed.

Raihan will still be Raihan, someone who is not afraid of being killed by anyone except God who took his life. My principle is to kill or be killed to defend human justice on this earth. As long as I live, I will always defend truth and virtue without knowing one's caste, money, education, life principles, religion, position, and dignity. Someone in this world has the same right to live in this world, be side by side with each other, hold each other, and love each other that is what I want.

"larib khan daughter of jahinger khan do you accept zayn xavier albert thomson your lawfully husband " zayn she looked towards him for the first time she came here he was muslim? she was thinking on his name but someone cleared their throat and she came out of her thougts the mullana asked again and this time he mentioned the haq maher which was. 1 cror . they all were wating "do you accept it beti " she was asked again. . "no i don,t "she told them everyone was talking xavier was beyound angry he was going to stand up but she continued. .

Samantha asked at the same time she untwined herself from the hug. Rabiya kept a beady eye on all the four walls of the room. She then viewed our faces one by one, as if counting how many people were inside. After a bit, she went back to Samantha’s question and answered it like it wasn’t about what it was. “The interrogation, you ask? I think it went just well.” She sighed. I noticed that her face was bare, and the only color found on it was the reddening of her sweaty cheeks, that looked like a petal of rose during a drizzle. She never wore make-up. Not once. She would put on minimal lipstick on her lips, but that would only happen if needed. Earlier today, she wore a little to nothing lip

"Good afternoon Mr. Stephan, I'm Drake Lockhart. Moira's mate." She's been away just for twelve days, and came home with her mate. An alpha, and a royal, while she didn't even realize that she isn't a mere human. Sabrina's jaw dropped. "Mate?" Moira is clearly confused. "I need a word with you, Mr. Lockhart," I said, tried my best to look as intimidating as possible while boring my eyes to his. He gave me a nod. "Sure, Sir." I walk to the direction of the elevator, intended to bring the boy to my office for some questions and threats, but stopped after realized that Moira is tailing after us.

She knew that voice. Out of the crowd appeared Natasha, the female lead of Raid role that was aired nine years ago. Maria clutched was purse tighter, she was about to meet Natasha, The Natasha!

He laughed as he heard the sound of their groaning. " ok Samira scored 13 from Alexis, 15 from branny, 12 from xandra and finally 10 from dreams which gave her the sum of 50 in total......... a round of applause for her" the m.c said and the students clapped their hands, while some others who hates Samira never bothered about clapping their hands. " and our beloved Nicki, scored 20 form Alexis, 20 from branny, 19 from xandra and lastly 15 from dream which gave her the total sum of 74" the m.c said and the whole school almost shook because of the students screaming.

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.