Saving Aziz Novels & Stories

I take a seat opposite her and her husband, Aazim. "I know you and my brother have a rough past, but you both have to put that aside because you are going to be sharing a roof. And truth be told, you both know that it is not Islamic to hate one another," my brother-in-law Aazim says. Aazim, like his brother is 6-feet-tall, has black hair, broad shoulders, and fair skin. Aazim moved to America from England in his 20’s when he got a job offer.

“Ah? Really? But–” “I am not sure why, but may I ask what you are doing here in my quarters?” Azriel’s calm voice comes from behind Aiden. I stiffen, but Aiden doesn’t. He turns around while I peek from behind alpha Aiden. Alpha Azriel looks livid if one goes by his stormy eyes, which have gone black. “I am inquiring about Aysel’s work. Why is she looking after accounts?” Alpha Aiden asks instead of replying. Azriel lets out a derisive chuckle and shakes his head. “I am surprised by how much of a hero you act in front of others while they are being someone else’s responsibility.”

Gunnar growled in anger, ready to go to the Larch Groove Pack at any moment, but the thought held him back that tearing him to pieces would be too easy a death in the face of what he had done to these defenseless people. "Bloody hell, pretty boy, share the information with us. From what I can see on your face, which is red with rage, I assume that you must have a lot of shit in there that needs to be shoveled. Am I right?" I was interrupted from my reading by the irritated voice of Azize, lounging on the sofa I had pulled over earlier, drinking whiskey straight from the bottle and smoking a cigar from her brother's box. I didn't even notice when she entered. I was so absorbed in reading that

Zayn remained silent. Ayesha’s hands shook. “You were behind Titan.” Azim exhaled. “I built it.” She clenched her fists. “Then why did you disappear?” Azim’s expression darkened. “Because Titan wasn’t supposed to be a weapon.” Silence. Then he continued. “I created it to prevent war, Ayesha. To predict conflicts before they happened. To save lives.” He gestured around him. “But men like Moreau? Like Kade? They turned it into something else.”

As Amy just described Azariah, who up till now Rachel didn't really notice how he was dressed or how much he had been staring their way. "Oh shit, Amy, that's Azariah the son of Azariah Olly, the greatest real estateman in the united states and neighboring countries, He is the guy who got the 360 million contract for his Dad in Dubai on their vacation and till date no one knows how he did it, he's very persuasive, relentless and doesn't give two shits about the law because the fuck is the law to a twenty four year old with a staggering networth of 1.97 billion dollars, plus anything he wants he gets," Rachel filled Amy in, sneaking a peak at him and he was still looking their way smiling wit

she said, and I nodded. “Give her the money back,” Alvize said from behind me. The receptionist’s eyes widened in surprise and she looked down at the hundred dollars before looking at Alvize. “And assign Marcus to be her driver, tell him to meet me outside beforehand.” Alvize’s tone caught me off guard as he glared at the woman and she was quick to nod and comply with what he said. She extended the money to me and seeing as I refused to take it, Alvize did. I frowned at his action and he wrapped his hand around my arm, pulling me toward the door without saying a word.

I stood there for a beat and stared at the empty space where he had been standing. I bit back the urge to roll my eyes and reached for the note. “Is he courting or hating me?” I muttered. I directed the question to the empty air near my ear. “He definitely hates you,” Aziz’s voice crackled in my ear. He sounded absolutely delighted. “I still have not seen a weirder way to get someone’s phone number. No pickup line. No charm. No basic human decency. Just a scrap of paper and a dismissive attitude. It is almost impressive.”

Musadiq said to Aziza who was still on her feet. “Have we met before?” Aziza said fixing her gaze on Sadiqah who looked at her for a while not knowing what to say… “You owned that store... we visited … you gave my son a gift…” Aziza said trying to put her words together while still looking at Sadiqah, then she turned to her husband… “Hummm…. This is not… right… subuana llah! I am not accepting this … not at all… you both played me…” Aziza said shaking her head and walked back to the bed room still chanting “this is unacceptable."

From what she had heard, she understood he had moved to another country for higher education and business training. She only heard about him when Sophie drooled over his pictures in tabloids or when Narcissa mentioned him. Azazel soon became a prominent figure, taking over his father’s business and the business world by storm. He became an incredible-looking guy and a humanitarian running a charity and school; all three Black siblings had incredible genes and could give GQ and Vogue models a run for their money.

“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—”