Umara Ahmad Novels & Stories

I kneel in front of Mom to see if she’s conscious, or alive though. Her injury looks very severe and critical. “They got Adrian and killed my mother,” Damian says, radiating rage and pain from his voice. Mom starts to cough, she breathes in my scent then I feel her calm down and go back to sleep. “They will pay for what they have done. Right now we need to get you two to the pack’s clinic.” I console Damian. He hits my hand off his shoulder, “I’m fine,” he says as he’s struggling to get up.

“Please! You have to let them know that, no any other elaborate wedding again except from the one that PERFECT BILLIONIARE had done for them. If they want to do any wedding it’s should be low key, even many people shouldn’t know about it” “That one is for them not for the club again, we have already have our certificate with us. So no any elaborate wedding party again, people have already know that they are perfect billionaire’s couple” “Yes Sir! They too have already know that and accepted” Raheem’s father said with low voice. “That is very good then, congratulations once again!” “Thank you very Sir!” Raheem’s father said with low voice from his seat. “The second news is that, Mr. Umar Abub

But in between those tired eyes, she could still try to guess that Vedika was suspicious she had picked a call she shouldn't. "It was a man, you saved it as Mr Sharma." She answered. "Oh, that's Rohit father. What did he say?" Vedika asked. "Rohit father? Aunt Alia's death was announced on TV, as the president of India's wife, you mean I just spoke on phone with the president of India? and that Mr Arrogant he is the president of India's son?" Amaya eyes widened she felt like Rohit had every right to be arrogant, why wouldn't he, he is the fucking child of the president.

So something is already injected into their bodies that no one wants to see or know. Ranks are based on letters, with A being the first, followed by the next. Ameira was ranked first because her body was the most powerful, and when it comes to intelligence, she has the highest IQ among the rest. That's why she became the special subject of every experiment and was too horrible to remember her past. She doesn't want to remember any part of her past.

“What the—look at the leaderboards!” “Can somebody look at the rankings and confirm what I am seeing?” “What’s the fucking point? It’s always the same names that keep shuffling.” “Just look at it! Would you?” “Huh! Wait… Varun Bakshi is in second place?” “Oh Damn! Somebody broke Varun’s Record in the beginners' category!“ “Yeah!! but who is this dude?” “Phantom!!! I have never heard of his name…What clan is he from?” “Can’t you see it! He didn’t put anything regarding his clan.”

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

I love seeing the mates that have been found and the hope that it holds for their future. "Good evening everyone. first of I want to apologize for not personally being able to welcome you all today. We had several packs arriving at the same time and it was simply impossible, but I appreciate every single of you for making the effort to come here this evening and I hope to speak with many of you while you are here. Now, I am aware that several mates have already been found this evening and I want to congratulate you all and send my best wishes to those of you still searching. The night is young and I'm sure that many more mates will be found before the night is over."

Delilah’s eyes glistened, emotion flickering briefly across her usually guarded features, but she held her composure. Kael’s voice lowered, gentle yet powerful. “He showed us that no one is beyond redemption. That no matter our mistakes, it’s never too late to do the right thing. And for that, we will honor him. For that, he will be remembered as a good man. He will be the remembered as the man who saved two women that would have sided against us and yet have also chosen different side. A different side than family. Family of blood and half chosen to make amends as they became family by choice.”

She said as she gestured at a door on her right. I smiled at her and went in. “Sir, my name is Hazel and I was sent here by Markos for a job,” I stated. The man behind the desk was in a fitting suit and perfectly slicked back hair. He lifted his eyes to look at me and gave me a scornful look. You could see he thought of me like dirt on his shoes. If it had been a year ago when I had everything, he would have kissed the ground I walked on. I hadn’t realized how much people who weren’t financially stable were treated badly until I joined the club.

The giggling and severe inability to sing was kinda getting in the way. "You know Ella," Carlos said to me, putting an arm around my shoulder as we walked back to the house half an hour later, "Have you seen the Uzbekistani economy lately?" "Umm..." I said. "No?" "Honestly, are you some kind of simpleton?" he asked, "Hey Marco! Our brother has made this girl his Luna and she doesn't even know about Uzbekistan's economy! Can you believe that?!" "Well, you better educate the woman!" Marco exclaimed.