The One By Samreen Shah Novels & Stories

but when did she even invite them? Her heart sank as the people kept shouting big amounts just to see her top taken off her body “NO, Stop this immediately Tahir, stop it,” she cried aloud, yet sounded weak and slurry Finally Mohan’s bid was again the highest and her top was to be taken off rudely “NO, Please don’t do this Tahir, please,” She begged him to let her be, but he walked to her with a smirk on his face “You have held on too long to your hollow pride Miss Samaira, time to let it go,” he sneered

There's a very heavy tension surrounding the table that no one wants to address so we just continue mindlessly talking in hopes it'll disappear. "The food is very lovely Mary." I compliment the beautiful dark-skinned lady who's sitting on the other side of dad as we continue dining. Something big is going to be happening for her today and she needs to be in a good mood. I don't think she thinks dad's going to propose. Not now nor ever. In her head, dad has only really loved one woman and he'll never truly love another one again. She's largely mistaken. I can't wait to see the look on her face when dad pops the question. But until then,

“I'll have Ayam Cemani black chicken with brown sauce.” “Same for me too! Oh! And bring one of your best wines!” The waiter nodded and went to get their orders. Carson brought out his phone from his breast pocket and checked something. Amanda tried to take a look at what he was doing. Carson snapped his eyes at her in an annoyed expression which made her flinch. She let out a nervous laugh and asked, “Work?” “Yes,” he answered curtly. Amanda was bored being silent. She wanted to have a good time with him. While she was randomly checking out the place, her eyes darted outside the window, near the bushes. Her pupils dilated snd she panicked if Carson saw those reporters she had arranged to cli

I think, completely dismayed. Can't take a job from a one-night stand, right? I mean, I could fall into temptation and, dear God, take this monumental body to bed again. The problem? It wouldn't be just another one-night stand; it would be several nights. Damn it, Miran, what about all that self-control talk? Well, it's going down the drain. Samantha exudes power in everything she does. In her dark, shiny gaze, in her velvety, determined voice, in the gestures of her hands while she speaks, and especially in her perfume. Oh, that perfume!

After deciding to leave, I went to the Blacknight Pack's municipal office to submit my withdrawal application. "Ms. Holt," the clerk said carefully, "once you leave the pack, you'll lose all pack protection and will never be allowed to rejoin. Are you sure about this?" "I'm sure." When I stepped out of the building, a notification popped up on Instagram. "Thank you for being there for me when I'm at my weakest!" The photo beneath it showed the snowy scenery of Bhador and Mason wrapping a scarf around Eira.

“You’re shaking.” I laughed small, breathless , tears still wet on my cheeks.“I’m overwhelmed.”He squeezed my hand ,gold eyes soft, proud.“They see you. Really see you.”I looked around at the faces, young and old scarred warriors, silver haired elders, maids with wide eyes, children peeking from behind their parents.They weren’t just looking at a woman.They were looking at their Queen.Their hope.Their future.A young girl no older than ten stepped forward clutching a small bouquet of winter flowers ,white and fragile.She bowed low then held the bouquet up with trembling hands.“For you, my Queen,” she whispered voice shaking. “We picked them this morning. For luck. For love. For the little fla

At Office- Austin was busy attending one conference. His phone started ringing but it was kept in a silent mode. His secretary comes in and inform that his family has been trying to contact him for the past one hour. He checked his phone and got baffled to see more than 50 missed calls. He dismissed the meeting and rang the landline number. Ana receives the call. “Bhai” In a panicked voice, Ana begins to speak. “What is wrong? Why are you sounding so low?” He gets worried. Sam took the phone from Ana and gave him very shocking news that literally froze him.

the system said. A sharp sense of weightlessness surged through me. When I opened my eyes again, I was lying on my own soft bed. Outside the window, the familiar neon lights of the city glowed quietly. Downstairs, the sound of traffic drifted in steady waves. There was no mission, no tasks, and certainly no obsessive man like Caspian. The system's voice echoed in my mind, carrying a rare hint of relief. "As per our agreement, 50 million dollars has been transferred to your account through legal channels. Now, initiating the final step—Restoration of Emotions."

His arrogance and contempt cut off my lifeline. Rochell sensed Timothy's change in attitude and decided on her final move. She rushed over, clutching several printed screenshots of phone chats. "Timothy, look!" She shoved the screenshots into Timothy's hand. "This is the chat history between Leah and that werewolf that I found after paying a high price to have someone hack into Leah's phone account!" On the screen, a werewolf with the contact name ‘Darling’ was chatting enthusiastically with me. Darling: [Baby, when are you going to confront that arrogant heir?]

Like something had paused inside him. It lasted only a second. Then it was gone. “Let’s go,” he said. --- The charity venue was exactly what I expected. Too many lights. Too many cameras. Too many people pretending not to stare. Whispers followed us instantly the moment we entered. I felt it immediately. The shift. The attention. The curiosity. That’s her. The secret wife. The woman with the Kane heirs. I kept my expression steady even though my fingers tightened slightly. Gabriel didn’t react at all.