Tariq A Thousand Splendid Suns Novels & Stories

--Alaric POV-- "So, where is she?" I asked, looking at my reflection in the mirror as the designer finished in helping me get ready for the awards show in a few hours. I wore a simple black tuxedo, the brown dye in my hair all gone by now so I was left with my black hair pushed back. "She's living life as any normal celebrity would, although a little more on the sheltered side, I'd say. She's at home when she's not working, but other than that she's spending most of her time at the recording studio or at her photoshoots for her sponsored brands."

"I swear it to you by the sun, Tarek. I won't tell the hybrid boy, and I won't tell the thief. My mouth is locked until you give me permission to open it. Now tell me what the fuck is going on with my girl." Tarek let out a long, shaky breath that smelled of sour water, his shoulders dropping down completely as I let go of his coat. He leaned in close, his face right against my ear, his words coming out in a wet, frantic whisper that hit my skin like a splash of boiling grease.

he ordered. I obeyed without hesitation, sucking his fingers into my mouth, tasting my own arousal while looking up at him with hazy eyes. Mr. Tariq groaned and kissed me deeply, tasting me on my tongue. Then he stepped back and started unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his strong, mature chest and defined abs. He was in incredible shape for a man in his late forties. “Take everything off,” he commanded. I pulled my tank top over my head, exposing my full breasts. Then I slid my shorts and panties down my legs, standing completely naked in front of my landlord.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬

He heavily sighed as he went back to his office and continue finalizing his work for a day. See the beautiful Rim!??Is she a tourist attraction that he wants to see her. I think he is tired of living.He got his phone where he had stored a picture of Rim and kissed at it. You are only mine. Only for me. Malik murmured after. He stood up and made him self ready to call it a day. After organizing his table, He strolled out of the office and company straight to his car. Meanwhile at his house Tariq just came back from the university. When it's holiday, he spend it at his parents' house but when it's school days he stays with Malik because his university is nearer from there compared to other.

While the sun was still rising, Tristan was preparing himself inside his room since his first love will come to his house. Because of this, he left the entrance door open. Moreover, he just turned 17 yesterday, that's why he decided to confess his love for his classmate. While Tristan was buttoning his shirt using both hands, the girl was about to open the entrance door as soon as she arrived, but-- A huge light spread onto the earth that made every living being close their eyes, including them.

Alexander My plans of leaving for a whole year to go to Mars is an incredible idea. Didn't want to share with Tracy but at least I have someone to share it with. Mr Graves, Tracy's father. The only man who has shown me kindness. She sat right next to me, his eyes on me wondering why I showed up at his doorstep unannounced. “Mr Graves, I will be leaving for Mars for a year” “Wow, Alex, that's incredible. I always know you have eyes for big things” he says.

Kael inhaled deeply, eyes fluttering half-closed in pure male satisfaction. “Bed, little wolf. Before I break every ethical line I set today.” I fled to the guest room like a coward, but sleep wouldn’t come. Hours later, I padded barefoot down the hall toward the kitchen for water. Light spilled from the living room. Kael was there, shirtless, pacing with a tablet in hand. Scars crisscrossed his back and shoulders—old battles, power earned in blood. Moonlight silvered the strong lines of his body. My mouth went dry.

The bare walls were coated with a layer of dust, and the air was heavy, as if drawing his breath into unfathomable depths. Tariq was no longer the stern man who had first entered this place; his body bore witness to the harsh isolation. His beard had grown wild, his hair unrefined, and his clothes had lost their original color, reduced to nothing more than tattered rags. His eyes had sunk deep into their sockets, with a strange light somewhere between exhaustion and madness, as if they held visions he could not see.

The string lights created a romantic atmosphere that felt at odds with the tension humming beneath every conversation. "Juliet." A man appeared at her elbow, his smile charming and his eyes sharp. "We haven't been properly introduced. Tariq Mensah." She recognized the name from the brief. Rival billionaire, charming, would try to seduce her to destabilize Ejike. "Mr. Mensah," she said carefully. "Please, call me Tariq. We're practically family now." He leaned closer. "I must say, Ejike is a lucky man. You're absolutely stunning."