The One By Samreen Shah Novels & Stories

Hoor ul Ain, who was dressed in off-white, announce herself in the wide hall as if life has been put into some motionless thing. Her voice shocked everyone sitting in the hall. The state of Zeeshan Rehmani was worth seeing. He was looking at her unbelievably and with wide eyes. He hardly murmured. "B...but why Hoor ul Ain....?" He still was not believing whether he rightly listened to her. When she glares at Shanzal Ali Shah's shocked face and said strongly.

Sam POV Just one more click and the cell will be open. I feel sweat on my brow as I fight the urge to be with Lana. She continues tempting me, “Come on sweet Sam, just one more click,” she says. I have a sense that moving forward will somehow help her. I bend over feeling pain go through my body. I am fighting what feels natural.

The murmurs started quietly at first, low whispers passing through the people walking by. “Is that her?” “No way, she’s already out?” “That’s the fake twin, right?” I clenched my jaw. Then, It got worse. “She looks awful.” “She should’ve rotted in there longer.” “I wonder how she’s even gonna survive now.” A woman walked past and laughed loud enough for me to hear. “Guess karma’s finally catching up.” Heat surged to my face, burning through my skin like acid. My hands curled into fists. I wanted to scream, to lash out, to make them shut up. But what would that do? I had nothing.

Not entirely human. Henry froze at his desk, his pen slipping from his hand. No… it can’t be. The man’s aura rolled through the room, old and powerful, the kind Henry had grown up feeling at pack gatherings. This was no ordinary CEO. This was a wolf. By sheer accident—or perhaps fate—Mr. Donovan’s eyes landed on him. For a moment too long, he paused, studying Henry with something like recognition. “Who’s that?” Donovan asked one of his aides, his voice edged with curiosity.

a girl asks from behind him so he let my hand go to see who speaks. I smile to see Merajane drinking a wine. Mera's smile to me seems like this is Mera’s work. SO this is the firework she is talking about. I wonder what this is about wait… Jerwel Prime? That reminds me of what Mera said before about a woman named Sammantha Prime who poisoned her husband for money. Then does this mean…

Afifa and Riya was on line except Shifa who was busy with another call. “Why a sudden call ?”Riya asked. “Yeah! We just me-- Sami, Are you crying ”Afifa asked when she heard the sobbing from the other end. “Sami? ”Riya called her. Simran jumped when she heard the clicking sound on the door, she got alert and said in the phone “The day after tomorrow is my marriage with HARSHAD... I don't want to mar-” The call ended as soon as Simran's mother snatched the phone from her.

Of course, it’s one of the famous songs from his favorite band, Parokya ni Edgar. “I take one step away and find myself coming back to you, My One and Only One and Only You.” He hears the voice singing on the fence between the girl’s apartment and theirs. The beautiful voice intrigued him. It was the first time he had heard someone sing at a friend’s house. Her voice is gorgeous. He wants to hear more than this and to know her. Clark went into the chair just next to the fence and looked over. As there was a light on the lamppost, he could see the woman. She was wearing earphones as she sat on the bench. Her eyes were closed, she wore her pajamas, and her head was still moving as if she enjoy

Oneil also values the event the most. He looks at his reflection with one of the great armors he has. It is a dark blue velvet suit specially designed by Mansha Amyrgia Santifaller for him. The lapel of his suit is shark fin grey. Wearing clothes as this has always allowed Oneil to live in the hall of the respected and the esteemed.

“You are in a marriage and you have an adorable kid, that's what nice.” We both went silent for a while, both of us wondering what my reply to the questions she had asked meant for me now. Knowing the truth hadn't helped at all, if anything, it had made me very confused. More confused. “Hmmn, last question….” “I’m done answering.” “Just one more, who do you like more, Damon or Declan?” “Declan, obviously cause I knew him in the past.” The magical ball glowed red.

Thinking that all he is doing is for the good of the country. My hunger had suddenly gone, as l clenched my fists eager to get away from this irritating man. " Oh you offended. It's relatable that all this is brought upon you all just because you are born with a silver spoon." He continued as he circled around me there and there taking some strands of my hair in his hands feeling it's texture. I start to fidget wanting him away from me. "Sosuke sama here is the food." One of those ladies dressing in a fancy bright kimono announced as she bowed her head going down with her hair which was styled nicely.