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.

Anything at all. But no one hurts his pets. "Me? I'm scaring them? Unbelievable!" Salim hissed looking at his nephew in disbelief. "What is this big brother. You call yourself the great wall of SAAZ. And you are scared of a little puppy. Shame on you brother." Basim said making a funny face. "Shut up Bass" came the pat response from the older brother. "What is SAAZ?" Zada asked in confusion "SAZ means Salim Ahmed Al Zidra" Camille

Blair's POV I know that Don Alejandro wasn't buying my act. I have no intention in selling it for long anyway so I just sat on the bed and concentrated on how to get the hell out of this place. I would burn this place to the ground just like what I did in Somalia five years ago. They will regret finding me because I would be the cause of their end.

I replied, glaring at him. "Let's get the facts straight, Sweetheart." Samael said snidely, my anger towards him fueling his wrath, "I am not ashamed of you, nor are you too powerful for me. I am one of the strongest Gods to walk this godforsaken wasteland. Nothing frightens me, include you Katrina." Samael stood from the armchair, walking towards the door, attending to leave the dorm, paused for a second, as if he wanted to say something more, before opening the door and slamming it loudly behind him.

I couldn't remember most of them but I couldn't forget Alessandro. They were the most feared in the whole school and beyond. Marco Frederick's family was from a long line of known doctors across the whole state and even in san Marino. But for some reasons, he quit medical school and decided to study business. His dad Matteo Frederick, was in uproar cause he'd lent the school one quarter of his properties just so they teach his son with the best tech they had. Enzo Damian on the other hand, didn't have much information to share. They were so many rumours going on about him being a lost German prince, or even a Mafia's son but nobody dared to ask. He had so much aura that made people really un

Melania said. "Something's happened to Sean?" Blake shot up from her seat. "It's the Jackels of Sallem City!" Melania said urgently. "I don't know how Sean offended them, but the Jackels have dispatched the troops from the Sallem City war zone to attack him. "Not only that, the leader of the group is General Taylor from the Sallem City war zone. He's a relative of the Jackels!" "Samuel?" Blake's beautiful eyes flickered, and she immediately stood up from her chair.

Before I knew it, I found myself in my Literature class. "Pedophilia," the teacher, Mr. Burma, began, pointing to a guy at the back. "What comes to mind?" "Homosexual men," he blurted out without thinking, and I couldn't hold back. I raised my hand, and Mr. Burma looked at me, nodding.

I finished the summoning sigils I needed to use and began to chant the spell in Angelic our mother tongue, the words getting more powerful with every utterance, until finally a great beam of light lit up the church from the inside, and Sammael appeared Standing at all of seven feet tall with golden hair and piercing grey eyes, silver armor covered his torso, and shoulders over a white tunic and kilt and from his knees to the tops of his boots were silver braces, in one hand stood a massive spear, that was taller than he was in his other hand was a silver shield "You have summoned me fledgling state your business and do not waste my time" Sammael stated "an act of injustice has been done agai

The tone of Samael's speech is a little teasing. "Samael, fuck off. I warned you not to come here." "You're a jackass, brother. We're just here to unwind. See, Nazarel? He's a jerk who got drunk last night. He's acting like a lunatic, threatening to shoot you in the head because you didn't lend him twenty pesos. What the fuck, bro? It was only twenty pesos." "You can't even pay back a five peso coin, and then you say only twenty pesos? Are you serious?"

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.”