Tahereh Mafi Novels & Stories

I said, looking straight into his death stare. “No?” He shook his head slightly and continued, “Every whore works for someone. Is it the madam of an underground whorehouse that is in need of money or one of those useless scumbags that want me dead?” His upper teeth grazed his lower lip, biting down enough to deepen the curve of his mischievous smile as his eyes gleamed with a dark amusement. At that moment, I carefully slid my hand into my purse and collected the tracker without him noticing, but I had to distract him so I could attach it to his watch.

She blinks, as though snapping out of a trance before forcing a sweet smile on her pale lips. "I'm Loreen Murphy, what's your name?" She says, stretching her hand towards me. Her wavy blonde hair, sweeping over her shoulders as she does so. I stare at her hand for a moment, my eyes staring at it for a moment longer. No matter what, I just couldnt bring myself to trust her. It just didn't click to me, "I'm sorry, I really am; but I have somewhere to be right now. So, if you'll excuse me.." I say staring directly into her eyes, before walking past her and making my way straight to Miss Sasha's office.

he said, “is a powerful thing to say. And exactly why I started the Grace Project.” He walked to the sideboard and poured two glasses of water, handing me one. “The Amari Grace Project is an initiative I built in my daughter’s name, Grace Amari,” he said quietly. “She struggled with guilt, drug abuse, and never feeling ‘enough’ for the world, just like most young women, when they have no guidance. His voice held so much sorrow.

I tapped explore and the first thing that came to my mind to search for was Faryah. She was using Faryah Mustapha Edwards now. She was easy to find. She didn't have any posts and her followers weren't that bad. 10k. Cool. I looked at the photos she was tagged in and my heart sank as I looked at her pictures in African wears. She was so beautiful. There were different photos here, with she and her family and my daughter. My Najmah. There were some with the Khalifa guy, their pictures pained my body, heart and soul. No one could deny that they honestly looked very good together and here I was on the side-line.

she said with so much joy Amira was so confused as to how she had gotten here and who this woman was. As if the woman had read Amira’s mind she said “My name is Tarah.. Queen Tarah, my guards found you in the bush unconscious and then brought you here” Amira couldn’t remember anything other than the sharp pain she’d felt before she felt down. She clutched into her baby bump. Queen Tarah noticed how she held unto her stomach and smiled “I had my midwife check you since I noticed you were heavy with child and she told me the baby is okay and you where 5months gone” Queen Tarah said

Ariana walked into the small cafe, as her eyes scanned through the place and then she finally found him. The man she was looking for,Jake. "Hey Jake". She grabbed a chair and sat down, Jake had a big coat, brown messy hair and big glasses on although Ariana guessed it was for medical purposes.

He rescued her and now he can't let her go... Giovanni de Luca, a Beverly Hills born mobster climbing the ladder to success. He will do anything to protect his family and ensure their successful name throughout L.A. When he meets Rosalia Bernardi, a gorgeous young woman from Palermo, things change dramatically. It's not only him and his family he has to protect now but also the young life of Rosalia. The pair commence a rollercoaster ride they can't seem to get off especially because Giovanni is in the Mafia.

Two taps. I rushed to the bookshelf. “He’s gone.” The whisper returned immediately. “What happened?” “He proposed.” Silence. Then… “Oh no…” “I lied.” “I told him I needed time.” “You did the right thing.” “I don’t know.” “You survived.” “That’s what matters.” I rested my forehead against the wall. “Who are you?” “My name is Claire.” Finally. A name. “How long have you been here?” “A little over two years.” My heart sank. “Two years?”

She's just like Afnaan maybe more. They walk to the class where Afnaan, Makhdoom, Nadia, Salena and Kaamil sat down patiently waiting for her, "Sorry, Mr. F" she said breathing "And here's a new student, Makiyyah Ja'afar. Makiyyah, this is Afnaan; my best friend, this is Kaamil, Salena, Makhdoom and Nadia." Mehr added when she sat down next to her best friend then Makiyyah by her left; the only empty sit near by. Xxxx

please refuse this marriage I beg you! "It's a very delicate situation Sofia... very delicate... I can't just refuse such a union!" "Have you gone crazy? You're going to marry me off like this for the sake of honor? You're crazy! Father no, refuse, say I'm disgusted... that I'm disgusted with him. Say I'm a lesbian and I intend to marry Judith soon and we're very happy... invent something, but I'm not marrying Petro He! Have you ever thought about Mirella? Have you thought about her feelings? She woke up early today and came back with a bunch of bags full of panties waiting for a wedding that is not going to happen... do something! I refuse to accept this marriage!"