Tessa Afshar Novels & Stories

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.

Nathan said. "She pulls any girly shit, I'm packing and coming home," Norman said. "Will you both stop worrying, I'm telling you it is going to be great." Nathan said. "Yah that coming from the man who’s bed she will be in every night. Why is her assistant coming?" Jacob asked. "Her assistant is Susan," Nathan told them. "That makes perfect sense now," Norman said. Nathan went over to the map and charts on the table, Norman and Jacob followed him. Look, Cassie said she would have never stayed in that wing, because she could not see the sun rise." Nathan said.

As she gazed at her reflection, she couldn't help but reflect on the incredible journey that had brought her here. With a serene smile, she said to herself, "Today, I have the chance to inspire others to find their inner strength, just as I did." Abigail arrived at the conference venue, a grand hall filled with eager faces, all looking for guidance and inspiration. She stepped onto the stage, her presence commanding the attention of the audience. "Ladies and gentlemen," she began, her voice steady and filled with warmth, "I stand before you today not as a speaker but as a living example of what resilience can achieve."

Thus Faith was back staring at the morning new as she always does before she head out to carried out some work. Right on the t.v was a debate ongoing about crime and allegation in the Country, Alexis saw the t.v from afar as she alighted from the stairs, thus she was a bit stunned to see Madam Lydia as one of the speaker on the t.v. Madam Lydia was the CEO of the restaurant where Alexis work before. Alexis went to her the day before to aired on the t.v on her behalf, and while she was on the t.v, she could used that medium to present her defense against the allegation against her as a murderer.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

“I’m Adelina and I’m calling from KlasyRhodes fashion home, Luanda. We need you to create some designs ma. We want to put up a fashion show and we need new unusual foreign designs.” Could she just stop with the madam thing, Chava had cringed one of her fists already; she didn’t like to be addressed with ‘ma’. Luanda? That was an African country and the caller didn’t sound like a regular client. Where did she get her contact from? “OK, my name is Chava or you can call me Miss Ava.” She smiled. “OK mad--sorry, Miss Ava. How much is your rate?” “When is the deadline? And how many designs?”

With that kind of force, blood started seeping through the bandages. I let out a low groan, gritted my teeth against the pain, and looked up at this woman who'd appeared out of nowhere. Totally baffled, I asked, "Who are you?" She seemed shocked. She let out a scoff of disbelief. "Keep pretending. Keep it up. I just went overseas to celebrate Dylan's birthday. Is that really worth you acting like you're dying, Connor?" Judging by her reaction and the way Mark had shrunk back into the corner like a bystander, it finally clicked. So this was Alyssa—the one Mark had been talking about.

I cannot live my entire life crawling inside a shell, she thought as she agreed to meet Manav at a cafe later that day. That evening, for the first time since the blackmailer had contacted her, Tashi spent some time in front of the mirror admiring her reflection before heading out. She had showered after office and put on a knee-length black dress that hugged her slender curves. She painted her lips a dark shade of red and pouted in front of the mirror, striking a pose, sucking her tummy in. Satisfied, she put on her black heels and stepped out in the warm Gurgaon air. Manav was waiting in the street below, dressed in black jeans and a casual brown shirt with white checks. He was fiddling wi

"The... the dispatch... already reached the southern lords. The seal is broken. The pack is already bleeding from the inside out." Maya stepped forward, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird, but her face remained a mask of cold, unyielding iron. She knelt beside the struggling elder, her dark eyes reflecting the dying sparks of the short-circuited terminal. She didn't flinch from the violence; she had lived among the ashes long enough to welcome it. "The only thing bleeding today, Torin, is your conspiracy," Maya said, her voice cutting through the hum of the failing electronics with a chilling clarity. "Operation Ashfall wasn't authorized by an Alpha. It was engineered b

They squealed and shrieked, hugging Viola and Anya. " So Good to see you both." Tash remarked. Tash was a part time waitress at a restaurant as she went to university where she did biochemistry. She was the nerdy and geeky part of the group. She always dressed up neat and simple, didn't go out much with boys and never took hasty decisions. " Oh my lovelies. Look at you." Jess said clapping her hands together in excitement. Jess played tennis. She was known for her flirtatious character and was famous among boys as she adorned the most fabulous body.