Rabia Basri Novels & Stories

She looked stunning, and not a day over thirty. “Did you wait for me long?” The woman's rich voice sang across the room. That voice would be better suited for an opera, Mayeli thought. The woman had a captivating voice. “Are you the fortune-teller?” Diora asked, her voice filled with doubt. “Were you expecting an old lady with beads and cowries?” The lady asked with a sweet smile that showed off her gap tooth. “Sort of”, Mayeli said in a strained voice. “I get that reaction every time. Forgive my manners, I'm Bria, a Jamaican. I wore yellow to match your colours, hope that's okay with you?”

Rihanna keeps walking. -- "Look back once Running?? Forgive my mistake... #Unfulfilled_Love #Sabiha_Moyuri

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

She studied from the start here and knew each and every corner of the school so she helped me navigate my math and coincidentally we had the same class. She was a chatterbox and had that friendly vibe however not everyone interacted with her over the last week I spent with her and I wondered why. She was nice to me and I wouldn't be wrong to say we were becoming friends. Sarah had the most beautiful set of dimples and she was blonde. Her smile was so beautiful. "Did you complete your homework, Arabella?" She asked me and I nodded my head as we took a seat in the front. "It was so hard I had to take help from Hades. And the sweetheart that he is, didn't even hesitate to do my homework. I love

"Bitch better than me! How is she better than me?!" This time Rae had apparently had enough of being insulted. She leaned over the table, closer to me as she stared Stephanie dead in the eyes and I could see that her normal blue-gray eyes were now ice-blue indicating her wolf's presence. "She is the Gamma female, she is the Beta female and my best friends!" She pointed to both Sam and Paulette without breaking eye contact. Then she points to herself. "As for me, well, this bitch, just happens to be the future Luna and Alpha Braxton's mate! I am better than you because I actually care about people and not who I can fuck to gain more power!"

Dylan greeted. "Have you lost your mind, Dylan? Why would I accept regular beastmen in my tribe? They don't belong here in the North," he responded. "They are not just regular beastmen, Aquil," Dylan replied, then extended his hand to me and pulled me near. "Let me introduce myself," I whispered while pulling his arm. He smiled and nodded. "I am Ari, goddess of the sun. Heed my words! Lower your weapons!" I ordered as I transformed into my passive-aggressive form.

I tapped explore and the first thing that came to my mind to search for was Faryah. She was using Faryah Mustapha Edwards now. She was easy to find. She didn't have any posts and her followers weren't that bad. 10k. Cool. I looked at the photos she was tagged in and my heart sank as I looked at her pictures in African wears. She was so beautiful. There were different photos here, with she and her family and my daughter. My Najmah. There were some with the Khalifa guy, their pictures pained my body, heart and soul. No one could deny that they honestly looked very good together and here I was on the side-line.

This was obviously done intentionally! Ever since Briana came back from abroad two years ago, her temperament had changed drastically. Without her military rank, she had released all her inhibitions and had also starred in large scale erotic dramas, so her shooting a shower gel advertisement naked was not unexpected. After making some more enquiries, they learned it was an advertisement for a bath product under a big international brand, whose agent in Taadi was Sahara Damien. And so Sahara Damien, Diana Monni and Briana McKinney, the three women that Hilda had a grudge against, got together.

I almost landed on my butt, as I lost my balance. “LET ME GO!” I demanded. The grip loosened. “ As you demand of me princess, but before you proceed, think of the children behind you.” It was Jamira. I turned to face her. I could feel tears flowing down my cheeks, but when I put my finger to the liquid, all I saw was red. “I AM THINKING OF THE CHILDREN! YOU DO NOT KNOW WHAT SHE HAS DONE!” The liquid flows faster now. “ Oh Layla…” Jamira’s face was sad. She looked like she felt sorrow for me. Theodore slowly stood up.

“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?”