The Storied Life Of Aj Fikry Novels & Stories

Ayat has written 'SHAMELESS' on his coffee. "You can compliment I can't?.." Ayat asked, going inside the kitchen. Arham glared at her back. She came back with a sandwich and placed it in front of him. "Arham?..." "hmm?..."He said while typing on his mobile and eating with another hand. "Were you ever blamed for something and your family didn't trust you?" Ayat asked while starring at an unfocused spot. Arham stopped typing and looked at her. he gulped the stuck sandwich down his throat, remembering something.

He is crazy but he does not want my death. “Don't be so sure, doll. Look, I'm not Gandía— the French tone is very notorious and I look over my shoulder, he is a blond man with light eyes, he seems thin and not very stocky at first glance. However, he has enough strength to immobilize me. I don't care about your life. In fact, where is your sister?

Anthony had come back to life too. He confessed, "In our previous life, I didn't marry you, it was Holly. Your parents claimed she was my savior, but I just couldn't warm up to her. That's why, when the time came to move on, I asked to be sent to the coldest, most remote outpost, hoping to get away from her. Sure enough, she couldn't stand the bleakness of the frontier and hightailed it back to Riverton in no time.

On the day of his funeral, I discovered that my fiance, Zachary Gray, had come back to life. He held another woman in his arms fondly and mocked my devoted acts of love over the past year. That was when I realized everything had been a prank he orchestrated to "have some fun", as he said it. I called my father, Frank Klein. He sounded perplexed as he said, "Bebe, didn't you cry your eyes out at his funeral just this morning? You even swore to remain a widow for him for life. Why are you cutting ties so thoroughly all of a sudden?

Under the weight of everyone's judgment, she turned and fled the funeral in disgrace. Even after the ceremony ended, Caleb refused to leave. He wandered in the rain, clutching my photo to his chest. The smile on my face had long lost its warmth, yet it became his only source of solace. He stumbled through the downpour like a man possessed, his eyes vacant and lifeless. No one knew how long he wandered before finally returning home. On the nightstand, he found the journal and voice recorder I had left behind.

His one hand was holding the glass and the other one was tracing the outline of the glass slowly, making Sia lose her focus. Yes, he was the man who could manipulate her well with just his small gestures. He was the man she was supposed to spend her life with. He was the man she was bound to, unwillingly. He was her husband, Hardin Black. The most feared man and billionaire.....A complete mystery.... □□□□□ AUTHOR'S NOTE: HEY FAM!!! Don't forget to tell me about your opinions in the comments please...!

, “I’ll let you know when it’s safe to return. I promise.” “I can’t just leave you- and moreover with him.” He motioned upstairs. “I can cope with him.” Came my confident reply. “Don’t fool yourself, he is so much stronger.” Jade pointed out the obvious. “Oh thank you for believing in me.” I fakely scoffed. “You know what I mean.” “Yeah, sorry. But he is not a treat for me, he came into my life to be sure that I stay alive.” “How can you trust him.”

I wasn't going to be like Jake. " Tío Alejo, necesito algunos hombres que me ayuden a sacar a la niña Faryah de Los Ángeles y traerla aquí para que pueda tomar su último aliento (Uncle Alejo, I need some men to help me get the Faryah girl from Los Angeles and bring her here so she can take her last breath)" I said to Uncle Alejo as I watched him swallow down another shot of Hennessy in his study. " Por supuesto. Haz lo que quieras (Sure. Do whatever you want)" He answered and smoked his cigar and I left him alone in his study.

Brooklyn asked. Turning away from Kendall, he said, “It’s a short piece about a man looking back on his life as he is dying.” “Wow, that sounds interesting,” Addy said. “I think it sounds a bit depressing,” Shea said, frowning. Brooklyn nudged her and said, “I think that sounds fascinating. I can’t wait to see it.” “I’ll have to let you know when the festival is and get you some tickets if you’d like to see it,” he offered.

Her voice shook as she spoke to hundreds of thousands of viewers. "My husband and I grew up together. My dad died saving his life. That woman has no shame! She tried to seduce my husband…" I lifted my gaze and looked at Miles, steady and cold. He fumbled and shut the stream off, guilt written all over his face. "She's making things up. You have to trust me." I gave a short, dismissive laugh and picked up my phone, dialing. "Hello, I'd like to file a report for defamation…"