Shaheen Novels & Stories

Kareem glared at Hafsa angrily,he knew that no one could ever get the papers if not her "What? No! Please let them go,they are innocent. Let cancel the plan" Safeenah beg moving a little closer to him "Well you're right Hafsa, I think she's really brainwashed already. Welcome to the club Safeenah" Shu'aib smirk as he nudge safeenah back to Kareem's. Kareem held her firmly in a protective way. Even though Safeenah was part of the plan, he wouldn't get angry at her and will make sure he save both his wife and her. She misunderstood everything and now that she has realise her mistake, He will make sure nothing happens to her

She excitedly stood up taking a swift drink of her tea. She calls him Areej because it means pleasant smell, the Shehu always smells nice no matter the situation.

"larib khan daughter of jahinger khan do you accept zayn xavier albert thomson your lawfully husband " zayn she looked towards him for the first time she came here he was muslim? she was thinking on his name but someone cleared their throat and she came out of her thougts the mullana asked again and this time he mentioned the haq maher which was. 1 cror . they all were wating "do you accept it beti " she was asked again. . "no i don,t "she told them everyone was talking xavier was beyound angry he was going to stand up but she continued. .

Aveline, the Sheikha, asked ruffling baby Dhruv’s hair. “He is eleven months old now. It’s his birthday next month.” Drishti said happily. Dhruv was engaged in a toothy grin contest with baby Zaif in Sheikha Aveline’s arms. “What about him? Zaif, right?” Drishti asked. “Yeah. Zaif Ahmed al Zidra. He is four months old.” Aveline said with a smile. "Hey habibti," Sheikh Zayed came towards them, whispering softly as he wrapped his arms around Aveline’s waist.

With a light toss of her hair and eyes shimmering with charm, Xena cast a glance towards Shane. Her most prized possession was her face. Though she might not be deemed top-tier beautiful, there was something undeniably captivating about her eyes. When she glanced at people, they shimmered with a misty allure, as if they carried deep affection within them. Any ordinary man standing here would be captivated by her. However, Shane's response was completely unexpected. In the face of her deliberate probing, Shane not only showed no reaction but also frowned, disagreeing, "You're mistaken. Being able to marry Haley is my greatest blessing."

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

One look at her now not-so-familiar face let him know for certain this was not the Shannon they had known before. She lay on her back, which made it much easier. Her arms were folded across her midsection, as if she were already in a coffin. With one last glance over his shoulder at Kian, whose frame filled the doorway, he placed the cross just over her chest, near where her heart would be, and with a silent prayer, plunged the wooden stake down into her chest.

"Like my wife said, we're happy to be here and are very grateful to be welcomed in such a good manner. As most of you know, I am Basha Siromani, and this is our daughter, Annabelle Ameera Siromani." Annabelle looked sort of annoyed when her dad called her Ameera but she covered it immediately. I wondered why, Ameera is a cute name. That was when I was able to take a good look at her. To say she looked stunning would be an understatement. Unlike the other girls, she wore something simple. It was just a plain navy blue dress that reached her ankles. Her jewelry wasn't shiny and she didn't have her glasses on. Annabelle gave a small wave and smiled after her dad introduced her.

I ordered. “Under whose authorization?” One man asked. I had never seen these men before. Granted, there were alot of people that were still unfamiliar to me. I had yet to set a time for me to meet those who were living in this compound. I was lacking when it came to my social skills. “Are you blind?” Zeyana asks, “This is Sincere. The Shifter.” “These doors only open for Lana Whitmore.” I titled my head to the side, looking these men up and down.