Umara Ahmad Novels & Stories

I replied to Jordan and ruffled his hair again before I said goodbye to him. "Alpha Michael, "Jordan called me again and I glance at him with a raised brow. "Hmm?" "I'm not eating vegetables," Jordan said smirking and then he quickly ran back to his room. I just shook my head smiling softly as I walk towards the penthouse. As I was walking near the penthouse, I can't help but frown when I saw Maddox–my beta or second-in-command, pacing back and forth at the door. Maddox is in charge of the pack whenever I'm in a council meeting or I have some errands to do to the neighboring packs. I don't know what's going on with Maddox right now but it feels like something is troubling him looking at his

"Meela, can I have some green tea, please? Thanks." After Meela was gone, I turned to Abra, standing up, and circling her. "It has come to my notice, Abra, that you are very interested in my husband. You do realise it's disrespectful for your Donna? And I could have you fired, or killed for doing that?" Abra stood up. She was taller than me. But not so intimidating. "I'm not interested in Mariano." "It's Don to you." I snapped. "He isn't your friend, or your brother."

Cosimo: “You are delaying things to your own benefit, and with each passing day, with each passing minute, they are growing stronger. It is not something that we want, Cosimo.” My elder, Jasperrando del Mariucci said, glaring at me. I had to force myself to calm down, reminding myself that he was not only my elder, but that he was in charge of most of the funding that came to us. “What is it that is forcing you to keep that woman alive? Huh? Why are you so scared of killing her like you’ve done for both her mother and father?”

I gulped nervously as I stared at his post, which already has about one point five millions likes and thousands of comments. I hurriedly clicked on the home page and went immediately to the message icon. Mystery man: I am Jamaal Amir Haidar, son of Minister Haidar of San Rosta. Mystery man: You know my name now, so tell me yours. ******

he asked smiling. "No how did I get so lucky? I'm blessed by the gods to have you as husband" she responded "I'll have to get ready for the meeting, with kamur and the king Amir" he informed Cara "He seems like an arrogant man, I wonder how my friend puts up with him" Cara said wearing a frown "Who?" He asked "Amir" she answered "Please my wife, you do not speak ill against the royal house, it's forbidden" Fatu warned her

Without wasting time, she walked out of the department and headed for Valeria's office. "Please take a seat," Maria said with a forced smile on her face. "And what do I call you Ma'am?" She asked. "Dana," Dana replied, "Dana Hamilton and I heard that you are Maria Cruz, the wife of late Manuel Cruz." "Yes I am, it's nice to meet you." It was clear that Dana didn't recognize her and for some reason, it annoyed Maria. "So what do I owe this visit?" Maria asked. "I just came from Italy and after hearing the devastating news about your company, I decided it was best to see for myself and decide whether I could be of help." Dana said with all seriousness, it was almost as if she was pleading.

I can feel my face heat up red as they nod and turn off a machine or two. “ Thank you Madam Charlotte, would you like to see what we were going to do? He does need surgery because he’s left kidney is damaged and it looks like his knee bone is broken” the doctor explained to me as Creed walks over to me with a chair so I can sit down. “ Can you fix it? I mean can you help him?” I asked pulling my legs to my chest

“Your father would have been too…” “His excellency, Alpha Aguilar Ivanov.” Marcel, one of the servants called. I nodded at him and he smiled before taking a step back, knowing to head back to the harem. Someone had to help Elena with the girls, especially since they were new within the pack and harem.

[Warning: Body dysphoria and self-hatred] Marcus was a tall and stout looking brunet. He sat in his office chair working on the laptop and the moment he saw me, he stood up and bowed respectfully. “Good morning, luna. Thank you for agreeing to this meeting.” I felt nodded awkwardly, not used to such a show of respect and also feeling ridiculous at the show of such high regard. “Please have a seat.” He gestured to a standard looking black office chair. But his gaze frequently flickered to the mark that sat glaringly and was on full display because of the round-necked t-shirt.

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”