Sinbad X Jafar Novels & Stories

Naseer asked smirking referring to his best friend “Nothing much. Just notify you that he took care about the east market ”Jafar said Naseer now smiled genuinely.. ‘Thank you ‘ He mouthed. Then got in walking confidently with a cold look as usual… Until he came face to face with the most wanted criminal in Asia.. And the most ruthless man there is , But he only saw an elderly man who is a father figure to him.. Sabri smiled at him. And boy he had a genuine smile. Or so

Arif fake coughed bringing Ansif back from his reverie. "I am glad , you are ready to take the next step in your relation " Jaffer said with a smile . 'what next step and which relation? what the hell is he talking about?' Ansif was lost in his thoughts cursing himself .The sudden cough by Arif gained his attention , he then tried to read Arif's lips which was saying something . Ansif's eyes widened realizing what Arif is trying to show him "Marriage?" He almost yelled. "Aww.. Look at his face . So eager to marry our Saba" Sabina said awestruck looking Jaffer who smiled back in return .

"Of course" We walked out and I stared at the guards, the hypnosis spell only works for five minutes, the surprise look in their face at seeing me was so humorous... They sure didn't remember anyone coming in, but if they did notice they didn't say a thing because I was with Jafar. They bowed their head in courtesy as we walked out. Bunch of foolish bastards just like their master. I winked at them and followed Jafar outside. Well, I think I like the new Sarafina. And this new Sarafina is sure going to get revenge on her mother's death.

Jafar looked at him teasingly " those people that can't do without smoking and drugs are your family? " Sadiq threw the pillow at him" you know what I meant. Not the smoking and drug part of course, at least they stand by me when I needed help. " " I got what you mean man, you don't need to throw pillows at me. Phew,my nose is now hurting" Sadie shakes his head at Jafar's silliness " next time you shouldn't make jokes like that " Jafar stood up from where he fell flat on the floor, he pouted and went back to sit on the bed. A ringing of phone interrupt them.

asked Uncle Bob. She chuckled and shook her head in amusement. "Come on, follow me. I will change your appearance to be more attractive, “said Uncle Bob. "Where are we going?" asked her. "I don't want my appearance to be changed. I'm comfortable with how I look now." Uncle Bob rolled his eyes. “Oh, come on. No kidding,” said Uncle Bob. "You need a makeover, Safira." Uncle Bob changed his clothes and asked Safira to leave. He took Safira to watch movies, and eat, and invited Safira to play timezone. Uncle Bob made Safira happy until Safira felt uncomfortable if she refused his invitation to take over.

Four figures sat at a round table looking at each other yet not entirely seeing the other. Each one was in deep thoughts about how they got to the point where they currently were at. Hafsa looked around the room at her fellow master minds. Before her sat, Jafar, Swafan, and the third was popularly know us the mind master.

One of the journalists asked. "Of course. Why won't I? That would teach her and others to think about the consequences of whatever action they want to take when it has to do with me. I need to go. My boys need to sleep." As we walked away from the scene, Jafar's Cap fell off when Pablo was beside Leonardo. And he saw Jafar, his mouth was literally hanging off, especially when he saw Jafar's eyes that were exactly like his. His hands began to shake!

Laeddin found my hand under the water. He took it in his. "Two thousand years, Jaffar. You look well." I felt his shoulders shrug. "You look the same." His thin lips curled into a smile. "So do you, youngest son." As he spoke hundreds of skull monkeys appeared behind him. They sounded like a cheering crowd. Jaffar raised his bony hand and the monkeys quieted. "Who is the girl you have with you?"

Jafar sat in his study, chin resting on his intertwined hands as he glared at Yahya, who was sitting in front of him, feeling sweaty in an air-conditioned room. On the monitor next to him, the clip of Sikandar’s fight on the school rooftop was playing. “You told me the boy was unblessed,” Jafar said, almost growling. “He was a week ago,” Yahya wiped the sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief.