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.

Teil says, and it is obvious that he is doing his best not to cringe. Hayden stiffened as well, and he could tell that Thomas had also stiffened. "Where did he first see her?" Hayden asks finally, through gritted teeth, voice cutting through the awkward silence as sharp as a blade. Teil looks up at him, before replying, voice surprisingly steady. "At the first restaurant she worked at. He offered her alcoholic father some money in exchange for her, and..." Teil trails off, eyes darting away from Hayden's. "And?" Thomas asks, his fists clenched so tight, they were white. Teil clears his throat before carrying on, "Her father, Oliver Kruiz accepted the money, and tried forcing her to marry him

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

Jake suggested, adjusting his glasses with his hand. "No no, thank you Jake and have a nice day". With that Ariana grabbed her phone and keys together with the file and walked out of the cafe. When she was finally in her car, she rested her head of the steering wheel as the tears rolled down her eyes. "Damn it". She cursed, running her hand through her hair. Even if she sold her company it won't still be enough to pay for the debts, was marrying that bastard the only solution to the problem? Was he the only one to save her and her family from their downfall. It was even surprising that the media hadn't even gotten hold of the information, and she was grateful for that she just couldn't handl

They had started to fall for one another. Yuck. I used to believe in love. Then my wife died, and I later found out that she only married me to get my money. Liam might not like this, but his mother was nothing more than a gold digger. She never cared for us, only money. When she found out I led a mafia, the look she gave me was priceless. She did keep spending money like none other. I had to make sure her credit cards were declined, so she couldn't buy any more junk. She disliked that, and that whole money cut-off lasted for ten weeks or so. Not long, but it was a living nightmare for her. I made her start working to get her credit cards back.

He was probably busy flirting as of this moment. While browsing, a picture of Wilma and Damon's best man from their wedding popped up. The uploader was a user named TheoIsaac95. A heart reaction caught her eye, with the username Nicole_P. She quickly clicked on the account and she wasn't mistaken. It was the woman who introduced herself as Damon's girlfriend. She was a car racer based on her pictures.

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?”