Umara Ahmad Novels & Stories

That made me chuckle again and get a confused look from my brothers, I only shook my head letting them know I will tell them later. She ran towards him making him shift at once and try to block her attack but it was no use. She was too fast and too strong for him to be able to fight back. It was over in minutes his blood dripped down her mouth and she was covered in it over her head, shoulders and front paws. His mate was screaming from feeling him dying, Kenny shifted back and stomped over to her slapping her hard bringing her screaming to a complete stop. She was still fuming and her anger could be felt for miles I was sure, "You sat in that pack house pretending to be this packs Luna, tur

Marcel didn’t say a word, he didn’t object on his beta, and clearly his best friend, staying in the room. “Do you want to get something to drink?” He asked me, and I shook my head as I looked down at the man who I knew was fighting back his own blood. “Thank you for calling me.” I said, looking at Vladimir who nodded. “I should be the one thanking you for trusting me.” He said, watching as Marcel fought back his own demons tonight, fought back his pain and anger. Whatever had caused this trigger, I knew that it was not easy for him to control.

Stephanie snapped at the man with open hostility, and I saw the guards already moving to remove him. “Wait. I’ll answer him.” Lorenzo lifted a hand, signaling for them not to drag out the kamikaze journalist. “No, I’m not afraid of being criticized. In fact, I challenge anyone to come here and tell me to my face that my Luna is worth less because she’s an Omega. Is that what you think?” He answered with all the arrogance of a man who owned this territory. “No, no, Patriarch. I’m only voicing other people’s concerns. The King...” the man replied, trying to keep his pants dry.

A petite figure roamed up and down the corridors of the hotel. Just as Phelan left the room, the man in the bed opened his eyes. His eyes were sharp like a hawk. The hidden bodyguard who was then Don Carlton looked at him, wondering whether he should go after her or not, as he cast his eyes on the man in bed. Don Carlton thought for a moment and went forward and knocked on the opened door of the presidential suite. “Come in,” the man in bed said. His voice was as cold as ice. Don man walked into the room and saluted respectfully, “Young Master.”

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“I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you, I wasn't lying either, My name is Ariel Howell, it is my name" “You must be a joker then” Angel chuckled sadly “Are you for real?” Angel boomed. “What do you take me for? A clown? that I will just believe your lies? don't insult my intelligence" He warned as he waved his hands in the air in frustration “I'm sorry, I should have told you, My last isn't just Adegoke, it's Howell too, Honey, My dad is an American, you've met him. before right, Remember Richard?” Aramide inquired.

Let's start from the beginning, the very beginning. My name is Amara Zino, I am an orphan who lives with my only relative Madame Flavia. I lost my parents at the age of fifteen when they went on a 'parents bonding trip' and never returned alive. Their valuables were all missing same as some useful parts of their bodies their fingers and a significant bullet wound in between their heads.

Shaking his head, he let out a sigh and said, “Christian? Guess what, you’re with us.” “Are you serious?” Christian asked, stepping over to join them. “As serious as a stake through the heart,” Aaron assured him. “Ward, this is Christian....” “Henry,” he supplied. “Christian Henry.” “Nice to meet you. Do you happen to know where we can find Morris?” “Yes, he’s that bowling-ball-shaped fellow standing over there,” Christian noted. “Perfect,” Ward acknowledged. “He’s also our Healer.” “Really?” Christian questioned. “Interesting.”

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

suggested Prayoga. "Okay, it seems you are right. I won't believe it easily." Umar said that while smiling meaningfully. He has lots of enemies everywhere. So he wouldn't be fooled just for this. Meanwhile, not far away, someone was peeking while secretly recording the conversation. Then after that he will send a recording of this conversation to Prawira. CONTINUED