Saving Aziz Novels & Stories

"Mr. Sheerazi I know I'm doing wrong but I'm helpless. I am Shayari's aunt but I can't keep her with me. Her father died while working for you and according to him Shayari was about to be taken care of but nothing like that happened. She got nothing and became a burden on my husband. He doesn't want her and I can't go against him. Her mother is dead long back she has no one. Please I'm begging you to take her to your shelter. You are a rich man and you run many organizations please take her under you. Her father is Shahid Firoz and mother Suhani Firoz. " The letter ended there itself. Azlsn crushed it in his palm but then a doubt came in his mind. His men are given all facilities because the

But for what price? "What do you want?" I asked Aza. Aza smiled widely at me and my quick wit. "My intentions aren't masked, child," she replied. "All I want is the demise of Abraham's clan. I found this in your bag; was this your way to avenge for our stolen artifacts?" I breathed deeply, which was answer enough. "You wanted to kill Hezekiah?" "Yes," Kizzy answered anxiously. Aza shook her head. "I appreciate your sentiment, but really think about this first. What good is a dead Elder? He's more valuable to us alive."

I said, already opening my door. I slid out, turning around to see Malik walk from the woods, sweat covering his body from running, his gun in hand. We both froze, him taking every inch of me before he walked forward. “Sir.” “Malik.” I said, nodding my head. “You survived?” I hadn’t reached out to him because if I had I would have killed him after. The point was for everyone to think me dead except for Aziz. Aziz and I watched our parents be thrown out of that boat at such a young age. When I was taken away by the mafia he had been sick, taken away to a nearby clinic. Each relationship to me was a business transaction. Anything Aziz did for me was because of what I had done for him. When I b

Who's there? Unknown voice: I am Aziz Sheikh. How are you? I needed to search a lot for your phone number. Me: Aziz Sheikh... Oh, Aziz. My colleague Aziz. Wow, man. It has been a long time since we talked. I am doing well. What about you? Aziz: Yes, I am your colleague Aziz. I am doing well in health but by mental peace, I am so disturbed in that way. Me: Is everything all right?

“As a matter of fact, I do.” I groaned and rolled my eyes. “You’re unbelievable.” He winked. “Yes” “Let’s not keep the others waiting,” I muttered, pushing away from the table. The thought of Pelin and the twins training until they collapsed made my stomach twist. “Sure thing, little pumpkin,” Aziz said in that drawling tone of his. He rose smoothly to his feet, towering over me in that infuriating way. “I’ll take you there.” I froze at the nickname. “Little pumpkin? Did you just call me—”

Isaiah whispers, breaking off, like he doesn't know what else to say. "My name is Avia," I tell them all, my own name feeling strange coming from my mouth in front of them. I've been trying so hard to be someone else, so being real feels completely unnatural. "I was pretending to be Kenna, to get into your estate and feed information back to the rebellion." No one says anything for a long moment. Zire rolls his eyes, looking at Isaiah and Elise's faces. "Oh come on...Am I the only one who thought it was obvious?"

•~•Aziel’s POV I sat in the passenger seat of my car, parked just outside the hospital. The windows were up, and I’d already dismissed my driver so I could take this call in private. My fingers tapped once, twice against the door’s armrest before the line connected. “I need you to get rid of Davian Foster,” I spoke immediately. “But first, trace everyone he’s been in contact with since he arrived in the country—especially within the last twenty-four hours.”

She said as she dropped a deep sigh before continuing her words. "Azazel had this all planned out from the beginning. He wanted to take care of you after what happened in the hospital when he mistakenly called you Fiona, remember? When he saw you crying as you walked out of the hospital, he felt awful because he had broken his promise to look after you during that time, but you still accepted him, even if he only sees you as Fiona. Starting that day, guilt and remorse conquered him to the point where he couldn't sleep, eat, or do anything for days, and he could not really do anything about it because you were nowhere to be found, and that's where he realized you were somehow... involved in a

I say boldly. He takes a deep breath and looks down at his plate thoughtfully. “Well, my full name is Azazel Dark. My birthday is in July. I haven’t been across the pond in a while, but I love to visit England when I can. I don’t have any family. My family is dead. The closest thing I have to a family is my sort of nephew, Mikhail. He actually attends Cal State. Um…I moved here because I love living here. It’s beautiful and peaceful, and the weather is brilliant.” I take in his information, but somehow I feel like I don’t know any more than I did when I first asked. I don’t push, though; I just absorb the little bit he shares. He looked a little sad when he said he had no family.