Sheharzaad Novel Part 2 Novels & Stories

Dear Diary Yes, everything is surprising, a mess and I don't like it. I miss the children, I miss Kenya. My life is changing again and I don't need it. I take a deep breath in and exhale, nice and slow. This reality is going to take a hell of a lot to get used to. Not only am I no longer in Kenya, but my step-sister lives in a mansion with a billionaire? With Sebastian? A friend of Dave? This is not happening. Fuck it! But can I do something about it?

“You’re so corny. Anyway, I prepared a three-course meal. Dinner, desert, and desert.” “Whohoo.” he whistled low. “I can’t wait to eat then.” She laughed again and started to walk towards the kitchen. “I’ll set the table while you take a shower. Hurry back.” “I sure will.” he called over his shoulder as he sprinted down the hall to the room they shared. ******** A jumble of thoughts ran through Sheila’s mind. She didn’t understand what kind of day it had turned out to be. From finding out her friend was suicidal and might’ve taken her own life if she was one day late to finding out her friend was over three months pregnant.

Chapter 94: I'll Miss Tomorrow, Even When It Passes. Zahra's POV *Two Weeks Later* It had been two weeks since I learned to start walking again. Each day, every step came with its own pain—my muscles that felt too heavy, my balance that took forever to make my feet firm on the ground, and my lower abdomen that would ache every time Dashiell took me for a walk in the evenings, his arms on the small of my back, holding on to me like he knew how hard I would fall if he left me.

she mumbled, he hugged her close to him and replied, "I love you too, sayonee" ᪥ Happy New Year everyone! This is the last chapter of this book Please comment if you've enjoyed reading about Maaz & Haya. ~ Vote-comment-follow Socials- queenfuzzie_

Full of magics and darkness . And not only that ..... He also discovered that he already has a loved one. But will that love be able to bring everything back to normal? Let's find out the story of a woman full of mystery and the secret of her resurrection and death in the past. I was quietly reading in Shugosha Blue’s immense library. As usual, I am now sitting in my favorite seat. I was in a place where all the special kids were studying. We have unique qualities that go beyond being human.

MEREDITH: Conversations had drowned each other, but Zara, a vibrant woman who dragged me around to partake in every little talk, made my presence feel genuinely appreciated. Separating from Miles was a bit difficult, as I didn't want our statements to come out differently. It was an impossible task to keep the chattering light and my answers shallow. The more I tried to avoid those probing questions like "how did you meet him? What is he like? What is his favorite this and that?", the more they persisted.

The misty bright sky with the sounds of birds singing joyfully followed by the noise of cars driving past and engine late roaring. Dasha rose from her bed as though sleeping beauty herself had awaken from the curse She wiped her hands across her eyes and reluctantly climbed out of bed. Dasha’s POV

'God help her, give her strength. What else could I do but pray for this poor soul? ༻❁༺ The night was terrifying with snow storms hitting the window over and over again, the weather unexpectedly changed from serene to chaotic. Just like her life. Painful whimpers escaped her lips as she dragged her feet toward the full-length mirror. Her right hand clenched the white sheet against her naked body while the left one held the cold wall for support. There's a noticeable limp in her walk. Emma took in a shaky breath attempting to endure the agonizing pain between her legs but it was futile. The hours-long session had sapped all of her energy.

She shrugged and walked away. Zehra was sitting in the living room with her laptop while her parents watched TV. She was searching for good universities for journalism, when a message popped up in Gmail Hangouts from Alphastar1. A: Terrorist Z: What is it with you and gmail? A: It was nice meeting you today. Z: Didn’t look so nice from where I was standing. A: Your vision was clouded with fear. Z: You wish. All I feel is contempt.

I whispered and my hand balled into fist after reading those words. “Are you going to take this case, Atty. Zarmeda?” —Azureriel