Novel & Cerita Saving Aziz

Rebecca joyously said, "Look who's here, Franklin!" Franklin stepped forward and said, "Hey, Azzie. Why didn't you let us know that you're coming?" Azure looked at Rebecca's pretentious smile and cracked a fake smile as well. "It's been some time since I've been released. I wanted to visit you and Uncle Frank since I'm still free now." Azure emphasized the word 'released'. Rebecca appeared slightly embarrassed, but she hid it soon enough. "I'm sorry, Azzie. We were abroad on a business trip previously, and you've already been released by the time we found out. It's my fault for not visiting while you were there. Come inside for a coffee."

Tomi said with a frown, making Aza turn to him. "It's Azalhea, not Azathea!" she corrected, making Tomi shut up and hide behind Zild. "Do you want me to believe your statement?" Raizen asked seriously, making Aza cross her arms in front of him. "I didn't say you had to believe me, okay? I'm just explaining myself here. If you don't believe me, I won't force you, jerk!" Aza replied, meeting Raizen's serious gaze with her own. Aza looked at Ash when she saw him walk towards her. She just looked at him until he reached her and guided her to sit on the sofa, sitting beside her, making her face slightly blush, which Raizen noticed, narrowing his eyes.

So I moved on. Then came Aziza. Sweet, soft-spoken Aziza. A little mousy, a little dull—but perfectly tame. The kind of woman who’d never talk back, who’d apologize for crying too loud. And she had a mother practically throwing her into my arms. They weren’t wealthy—not by old money standards—but I’d heard whispers. Her sister had married into some high-society baron family. And according to her mother, Aziza had a golden egg tucked away: her brother, some freakishly smart prodigy, had left her a dowry of fifty million dollars. Fifty.

Jezton’s voice pulled her attention back to the conversation, “I’d love to see you again, but I don’t know if you’d want to see me. And on top of that, you’re a busy and married woman.” “Of course I’d love to see you,” Azzmi replied. “That’s why I gave you my number. We’ll definitely meet up.” After hearing about Jezton’s struggles during their chat at the orphanage, Azzmi felt like there was something she could do to help him. She could only hope he’d stay focused and work hard, not letting his past mistakes repeat.

"He won't leave the house." I ended the call and tossed the burner phone onto the metal bench. Aziel picked up one of the Kevlar vests. He stepped into my space, his eyes completely serious. The billionaire playboy was dead. The warlord. He unzipped my black jacket and slid the stiff vest over my shoulders. "Lift your arms," Aziel ordered softly. I complied without hesitation. He reached around my waist, pulling the straps tight against my ribs. His large hands smoothed the fabric over my collarbone, his touch lingering for a second too long.

- 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 believe a proper introduction should be the first thing we do, and since I already know your name, I would be the one doing most of the introduction,’ he stated. My attention was piqued. I have been dying to know his name since our encounter in the elevator. ‘Aziz Mustafa, but you can call me Aziz.’ My eyes widened as soon as he mentioned his name. I originally thought he was just one beautiful, powerful man until I found out he is the owner of ABM. And now, I just learned he is the richest man in all of DRAVILSBERG.

The leaders of each team were very well-built and handsome, however, Aziz was the one who stood out the most among them. "Alpha, Majel, and I will be on your team. vera, you and Liana will be on Kai's team," Ashira announced and Aziz turn to look at me, before turning back to Ashira. "No, she can't participate, she's pregnant," he retorted sternly and I scoffed inwardly, rolling my eyes. Although at first, I wasn't interested in the function, especially because I was going to team up with him, however hearing what he said made me enthusiastic. I wanted to oppose whatever he did or said.

I rolled my eyes at him. There are multiple fallen angels in the city and they all get pleasure from different things; some from killing, some from torturing… My friend, Azza, gets pleasure from simply annoying me. It's his thing. His name means 'the strong' but really, he's just ‘the asshole’. The two ‘A’s in his name literally stand for annoying asshole. "Get out of my house, Az." I jumped on my bed and sighed with relief. I was extremely exhausted after taking the lives of 78 people today.

“Book a place for us. You know what to do, and write a note, send it to my phone. While I’m at the date. I shouldn’t be telling you this. Get prepared. We need Zara on our side.” “To get revenge on Lord Gilbert.” “Exactly.” “We need her also for the election.” “Now get to work.” He bows. “But, I’ve something else to say.” “What do you have to say, just say it.” He said he wasn’t gonna give him chance but, Aziel was someone he couldn’t resist. Whatever magic he was using seems to be working quite well for him. “I think you should give her some food and clothes.” “Why?” “Because she’s different, you know that too. She shouldn’t be hurt this much. She’s weak.”