Saving Aziz Novels & Stories

- The sound of his voice is interrupted by a black screen indicating that the television has been turned off. Azael Grimm Yes of course. More like Azael Volkov. That apart from being a boxer, he's a phony, an idiot, a demon, he's a ... Deep breath. I have been in shock. I don't know how to react to this. I've been avoiding thinking about him for four months and now suddenly I see him on one of the most important television networks, winning a trophy and without a shirt. Is he supposed to be famous again now? Wasn't he supposed to walk away from all that because it didn't suit him?

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.”

As soon as they entered the bedroom, she was on her feet watching him while he sat down on the bed expected her to do the same but she didn’t. “I don’t know you are this hurt and please forgive me, can we seat and talk.” He said to her “Okay.” She said and sat down a bit far away from him. Do you remember how we met?” He asked her and there was silence. How can she forget? Aziza was her name and she was the last child of the children of six. She was the most quiet of her siblings and the most loved, as soon as she completed her NYSC, she moved in to the city to stay with her eldest sister who is lawyer and works at the state ministry of Justice.

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—”

When Mia turned and saw the men, her eyes widened in surprise over their sudden appearance. As her grandfather's most favorite grandchild, and as a fact that she lived with him all her life, she immediately recognized them. The younger, taller and really handsome man having a firm build and a confident aura, with his darkbrown hair in a taper-fade cut and dressed in a black three-piece suit, was none other than the famous Aziz Garrett, the CEO of G-tex Corporation. One of the largest and top most successful company in South Lake Union extending all over Seattle and even Washington at large.

AZURE Present time. As I poured out my story to the Forenbach family in the cozy wardroom, I could sense the genuine empathy in their eyes. Zeke, Beatriz, Royce, and Francine listened intently, their expressions a mix of curiosity, compassion, and a desire to understand. Zeke, with his authoritative yet gentle demeanor, leaned forward, his hands clasped together. "Azure, your journey has been marked by hardship and pain. I commend your resilience and strength in enduring such trials."

I am Azura. The only goddess of two elements. Fire and water. Ooops...... Right introduction, wrong timing. **************** "This is not gonna be a great day". This was all I could say to myself. Somehow deep down, I could just feel that something huge was gonna happen today. It was the same gut feeling I woke up with the day I lost my parents to a ghastly car accident. I was a hundred and one percent sure, that crazy things are gonna happen today.

Maybe I can get some answers’ now? “Hey, why did you save me back there and where are we going?” “Those questions I can’t really answer right now, but all I can say is that it will be a safe place for you.” Now knowing I will at least get an answer later on, I asked another one, “Who are you?” He scratched the back of his head, “I guess I haven’t introduced myself yet…. the name’s Azz. I am a local blacksmith and shop keeper at the capital.”

"So, my intern? The world has always been on King Aziz's side. Welcome to Greentech, Pasaraya." Kingkong was the best at making a girl's mood at zero. Minus even.