Shahrazad Ali Book Novels & Stories

, which was made out of the ashes of the supreme of the demons and it was given into the hands of sohzadaho (princess) majja who was the only daughter of podsoh (King) Casval who died in battle against god's As she had the power of 1 la Cofugar (1 lac witches) in her, so she was the most powerful to face the gods and after getting the book she became even more powerful as the book contained all the powers of the Supreme demon's who died against god's as it was made out of their ashes because of which their powers too got amalgamated in the book

she muttered, her eyes fixed on the book which was so dusty and crisped. Quickly, Lilia sat on her bed and flipped through the first page, her curious eyes glanced through each word. This book was a gift bestowed on her on her ninth birthday by Mama Gunad, the book that contains the legendary story of the cursed werewolf no human has ever laid eyes on. With a racing heart, Lilia flipped through each page as the first three pages failed to mention the name of the werewolf.

Ali " Princess believe me I would sacrifice such millions of successes on this face. " He hugged me and I smiled. I knew he wasn't lying. I was so important in his life like he was in mine. That day We read a book together. We enjoyed a lot. In the evening I got call from Kinza. She told me that that she was getting engaged next week. It was so sudden as Saram Told his parents and they wanted it soon.

She sighed and decided to make do with the towel for now. Hailee's eyes fell on the bookshelf, and she decided to pick up one of the books. It was titled "The History of the Pack," and she couldn't help but feel intrigued. As she began to read, she was transported to a world she never knew existed. The pack's origins, their struggles, and triumphs - it was all so fascinating to her.

The woman felt that the speaker was already beside her, clenching her shoulders. Ironically, her trembling body was stiff. Without her head moving, she glanced at her cold shoulders, eventually closing her eyes as the voice continued speaking. “Such a hypocrite. You have always loathed those who enjoy themselves, while you break your bones. Trying to earn money for your needy family.” The woman tried to move her head to ask help from the animals that accompanied her. But to her surprise, everything had become pitch-black. “Who are you trying to ask for help? The magical trees and animals that you saw? Your… Phantasm?”

It seems like it's been long since they last use the library by how dusty it looked. My mouth forms a thin line this will be my resting place. Not knowing that by entering this room I've gotten myself into trouble. There are lot of books to choose from. My eyes catches one with the name 'The shy girl: A Muslim story' I flipped open the front page reading through, the book seems interesting. Keeping it aside, I scan through other books, coming across one with Jawad written boldly on the cover. it looked like a diary. Curiosity got me and I find myself turning over the first page Jawad mustafa written on the first page, my brows furrowed in confusion. Why is it jawad Mustafa instead of jawad A

Her eyes were going through the lines of the book she was reading but every now and then she has to focus on words to grasp the meaning. Continuously, her mind was being shifted to somewhere else instead of thr story which those lines entailed. The book, titled, 'Zaryaab' was about an underworld mafia guy who was not just a businessman but also a prominent politician of the country. A dark and quiet aura had succumbed him always on the streets he walk and within his heart, he carried a deep and intense fire that had been burning him for years.

Can you please leave a honest review about this book? I want to know if what I'm writing does make sense or not OR if I have to improve more in my writing. Thank you so much 🙏 will truly appreciate your support. Aisha's POV "Wake up, sleepy beauty". I heard Zainab's voice but refused to answer her, I needed to enjoy my beautiful sleep. "Wake up, it's morning already". "Go away, I need to sleep". I mumble to her using my pillow to cover up my ear.

“Why the hell not?” What the fuck have I got to lose? The man already took everything from me; all I have left is my life. Besides, it’s not much of life, and if he kills me, then he’ll put me out of my misery. “Meet me out front in twenty minutes.” After a shower and changing into jeans and a green woollen jumper, I meet the girls out front. Harper drives us to Meadow Wood, which is a huge clothing store in Zidiah. We don’t have to worry too much about humans; we rarely see any in Zidiah. Those we do see are mated to shifters.

A few hours later, when Kyra stepped through the doors and saw what Ali Ahmed had done, she started to think that the books were pretty exciting, too. Ali Ahmed had left her favorite book from college, a collection of fairy tales and myths from around the world, on a small table near the door. Kyra picked it up, smiling down at the familiar cover, and looked around for Ali Ahmed. He was nowhere to be found, so she assumed he must be running late. With a shrug, Kyra crossed to sit in a large armchair, flipping the book open to the first page. As soon as she did, a note fell out.