Shaheen Novels & Stories

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

"SHIN!" Shireen was not a woman who was easily seduced by the tricks of the men. Shireen is a woman who is loyal to her partner. No matter how many times David asked her to have a fling, but Shireen's heart was still strong with Redric. Shireen really loves Redric, and vice versa.

Alaric. He walked past with a woman beside him. Something sharp twisted in my chest. I straightened, my eyes narrowing as I took in the sight before me. She was beautiful—too beautiful. Her long, flowing hair shined under the moonlight, and the way she moved… so confident, so familiar with him. I tried to shake it off. It’s nothing, Ravina, I told myself. He’s the Alpha of his pack, of course, people will come to see him.

Ivanka pointed to Zehra. “You’re South Indian?” Nora asked. Seema looked surprised. “No. I’m Seema Singh, North Indian.” “Singh? So you’re...” “Yea, I’m Sikh,” “Really? You look healthy to me,” Zehra said and Seema laughed. “I’m not sick, I’m Sikh,” Ivanka looked at her like she was bonkers and Seema rolled her eyes. “What’s your full name?” she asked Zehra. “Zehra Mahmood.”

"Zahra, I am so sorry, I can't believe a man rejected you, was he an alpha or beta?" " it was Prince Shane of the Crown City "

Hoor ul Ain, who was dressed in off-white, announce herself in the wide hall as if life has been put into some motionless thing. Her voice shocked everyone sitting in the hall. The state of Zeeshan Rehmani was worth seeing. He was looking at her unbelievably and with wide eyes. He hardly murmured. "B...but why Hoor ul Ain....?" He still was not believing whether he rightly listened to her. When she glares at Shanzal Ali Shah's shocked face and said strongly.

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But Zahra is my best friends little sister, yet there’s a connection- primal yet comforting, attraction that feels essential in a way I'm still trying to understand. As I mull over these thoughts, the dynamic shifts with the arrival of Zahra and her friends. We all tactfully ignore their red, puffy eyes—it's clear they've been shedding some tears. Once they settle in with us, the conversation gradually picks up, and to my relief, I find Zahra’s friends are both engaging and kind-hearted. Sienna, clearly the more extroverted due to her warrior lineage, exudes a certain confidence. Abby, on the other hand, seems quieter, a reflection of her omega heritage, but her longstanding friendship with

I asked, my voice barely a whisper. Vane walked over to his desk and tapped a button on the holographic interface. A high-resolution medical file expanded in the air between us. It displayed genetic charts, brain activity scans, and infant growth records. At the top of the file, printed in clear red text, was a name: *Maya Vane.*