Wahiba Fatima Novels & Stories

Fatima said with a fake smile on her face as hatred was evident in that slut's eyes. "You bitch! Do you know to whom your are talking about? I am the model Ryna Bilal. One of the best models of this country and still you have guts to talk to me like this." Ryna spoke up in a proud manner, raising her neck. But this didn't affect Fatima as she sighed . "Do you have something else to talk about?" Fatima asked with an emotionless face.

The King said, now addressing the head of the household. “Yes my King. “ Fatima said, smiling brightly at the King. Fatima had been working here since the King was a child. She had began from a lowly maid until she became the head of the household. “And congratulations, my King. We’re very happy to welcome the new Queen. “ After Fatima spoke, there was a short chant of congratulations from the servants before they all left the hall. Queen Habiba glared at Fatima as she walked out of the dining. She was going to make sure that servant was punished. How dare she congratulate the King in her presence ?

Faria said as I entered the room. Faria is the first woman I met; she is tall, with long red hair and green eyes; I don’t dare open my mouth about her physique. “Can we help you somehow?” Sarah said. Sarah is the third, she is tall, but she comes up to my shoulders, blond hair and brown eyes, an expert in contortions. “Or do you want me to make you a hot bath?” Sabiha said. On the other hand, Sabiha is the second, short but with curvy breasts, black eyes, and hair, is wrapped in an aura of sadness.

I'd be a liar if I say I've not been tempted to leave this shit of life behind, but except for my mom's investigation, a certain girl is holding me back. A certain fierce black hair girl with hazel eyes. Ashanti. I've never met a woman who is intriguing as her, she's different and a badass. There's just something about a woman that can handle her own that is so fucking beautiful. If I had my choice, I'd bend her over and eat her out, get on my knees and worship her cunt like the beauty she is. “We've got something information concerning the burnt warehouse” I spun around at the sound of my most trusted man's voice.

Her voice lacked interest, it felt like she was being forced to work with him. "I like the young man quite well, we'd continue with him." "Okay, should I call him to begin drawings?" She asked. "Yes, I'll like us to begin as soon as possible." Outside the office, Sabeerah leaned on the wall and exhaled. Her heard was hurting as usual and tears stung her eyes but she refused to let them fall, she was stronger than that. "Fatima call James Nnamdi up here, he's Alhaji Faruk's assigned architect right?"

But that was hard, seeing as she just sat there looking out of space. Camila Brinx was indeed a fine and beautiful young woman, she was a role model to many girls and women, they aspired to have her calm and collected mindset. I've heard many girls discussing how beautiful she was and how much they admired the way she talked and carried herself. She was indeed remarkable, she has a light six pack and a beautiful hour glassed shape, not to mention her moisturized curly brunette hair.

The breath that was struck in her throat. The mission was accomplished. She was playing with fire. But it was better to play with fire instead letting the fire play with you. 'Sheharzaad. The FBI chief, will come to meet you at Dubai. He just wanted to confirm whether you deem fit for this role or not. He is a tall guy, with blue yes. His name is, Wali. Real name, Wali Umer Khan. Many of us don't know his full name. Many are unaware who is the new fbi chief as his identity is kept hidden on purpose. When he comes to meet you, just call him, by once from his full name. Mr. Wali wanted to meet you and the few minutes of meeting would be enough for him to access whether you fit in the job or no

she winked. Zainab shook her head " You're not serious. No man is better than my Tahir." Kalthum smirked " ikon Allah. Let me kukuma keep shut" " Better" *** " Why would she talk to you Faisal? After all you made her pass through?" Habib questioned then continue to press his phone.

"What?!!!" I was shocked and so was Habiba too. I've been trying to think for so many days, why would Balkis want a revenge on me? So, this is the reason? This is why she wants to make me suffer? But why? What have I done to her? Her father had made a crime and she can't expect him not to be punished at all. "You can go on, Hamza." "Yes sir. His full name is Muhammad Jamiu, he has three daughters; Fatima, Balkis and Sadiya. Fateema died when he was imprisoned then, she suffered from cancer and as there was no any money to treat her then, she couldn't make it and died."

Hikmah asked. “Ehn, She is my eldest brother wife.” Fatimah said “She is younger than you are now...” Hikmah said. “But she is my brother’s wife, you know how Bro is , I don’t want wahala and I must also warn you , all these things you keep saying, if he hear any of them, you know what he can do.” Fatimah warned Hikmah and she swallowed hard. “A girl your mom does not even like.” Hikmah said.