Sal Meme Novels & Stories

* Fatima and stella were sitting in the cosy room busy in their work when questions started to disturb her mind. “can I ask you few questions, like if you don’t mind answering them?” asked stella. “yeah, feel free” Fatima smiled. “I wanted to ask you that what does your greeting mean, I mean salaam? Stella asked her nervously. “it means peace on you, and in return we say walaikum-asslam which means peace on you too” replied Fatima. “nice meaning” stella complemented. “do you need to pray to god every day?” she continued.

"What the fuck are you talking about, Salem?" "Remember how I told you we are different, special?" Salem said. "Well, as you can see, I have two mates. Emily is the same. Also, up to her, she can have multiple mates." Salem took his shirt off. He turned, and I saw huge markings on his back. The mates went to his side. Nolan stared at it. Is that what I think it is? "What? Someone, please tell me…." I asked. Salem said, "Sis, you need to wait and get your wolf back." He turned to Dana, his mate, and said, "What the fuck? I can smell your arousal." His eyes glowed. "Okay, later, hang in there."

How could it be that even now, after I’d become my own idea of perfect beauty, I was still dissatisfied? I heard the creak of an opening door, and Salem slumped in like a wounded dog. He was missing an arm. I felt more concern than I would have expected. “Oh, Salem,” I said, blinking to clear my vision. “What happened?” Salem grunted. I helped him upstairs and into his bed, then pressed up against his side, holding him tightly. “They were Mekrans,” he growled. “Soldiers of the Iron City.” “I’ve never heard of such a place.”

Serge lets out a hearty chuckle and gives him a playful punch to the shoulder, followed by a wink. Saleh blushes simultaneously as I do over Serge's silly hidden implications. But Serge continues jovially. "Hazel, I want you to meet my good friend Saleh Adam, his father is the owner of this gun club! And Saleh, this is our lovely guest, Miss Hazel! Learning some self-defense!" "Assalamualaikum, nice to meet you." Saleh nods in acknowledgment. I'm grateful he doesn't extend his hand out for a shake, that means he knew well the halal codes.

“Ow! You slapping my wounded hand away doesn't help, either.” “Sorry.” He looked at me forlornly. “Why are you even here? I was a fool to think networking at Damien's would be appropriate for youth. I forget your age, Callie, though you amuse me. My apologies for what befell you. I should've acted immediately.” Samael sank into the leather upholstery chair beside the table. “Where's my vodka...?” he said wistfully. “You drank it all.”

I quickly put the book in the right position. " And its math lesson so you're holding the wrong book" he added taking out a math textbook "You can have mine" he handed me it generously "thanks" I said a bit surprised, he was the second nerd I've talked to in this school and a good one. Nerds were such loners and thus I was surprised. " I'm Cruiz .....and you are Samael" he offered his hand " how did you know my name?" I squinted my brows "dude , your shirt's like branded with your name tag" he chuckled.

I said to him. He looked at me. "I've never understood the fascination with humans by our kind. They're beneath us." He stated loudly. My eyes almost rolled as an automatic reaction. Pride indeed. A bell sounded and people cheered. Samael walked into the arena, still in his swim shorts. His brown skin was on show, his muscles almost bunching out his body. He looked seething with anger. And ready to fight. He held two knives in his hands.

Ayesha snapped at them. “Ha! Saving the people who mock us to show we are better than them, it’s not a bad way to live,” Salman said aloud, gaining everyone’s attention. “What are you blabbering about, you fool?” Tahira demanded. Salman smirked smugly as his eyes glowed bright red, “I am ordering you, all of you, to call off the war, stop the comet and go back home!” There was a moment of silence, which stretched on for two moments, then some more.

Salem replied with a beautiful smile on her lips. "1 million dollars is waving to us" Than murmured. Zandro and Ara looked at their friends "D*mn, I didn't know you were an idiot too, Zyl" Zandro said. “Hindi ko rin alam na malandi ka pala, you f*cking assh*le." Zyl cussed and glared at the first Archon. "Dang!" Salem and taan said at the same time and hugged each other "1 million dollars, d*mn!, I'm rich now" Salem said excitedly.

I thought he would never answer me but luckily he replied, “He's Northcrest's blood. He circulates in the heart—his people—and brings oxygen for breathing.” Deep. I nodded at him to agree. “How is he as a friend?” He was stilled at the question but he managed to compose himself after swallowing his own saliva. “He’s a good friend.” Was all he said. “We’re here,” he announced while stepping backward, giving me a space to talk to Samael. Samael’s room was indeed in a cage cell. Compared to mine at the abandoned building, his cage was a lot smaller so he needed to sleep in a spoon position to fit his body.