Yusuf Zulaikha Novels & Stories

He asks me and I shake my head. “There a lot of people that dislike me a lot but not so much that they would actually do this.” I say as I try to think of someone who would want to ruin my life. My mom? No, I don’t think so. “Umm how about someone who has been obsessed with you over the years?” I shake my head again. Thankfully I’ve never had crazy fans. “A man named Richard Walts was kind of obsessed with her. Maybe you can check up on him.” Jake tells him as the officer writes down the name and details.

he teased. Alhamdulillah! Thank you Allah,for bringing me my soul mate In Yusuf's mind, he's going to marry Yasmeen and no one else. He might have thought he loved Zuwairah but after meeting Yasmeen, he realized she is the right woman for him. "You two can chit chat later, but now,let's go and see our baby boy!" Aunty Hauwa said. • "Baby, you're awake?" "Baby? Who's your baby?" Rasheed asked in an angry tone.

I begin to move until we get to the front of the house. There on the balcony of the two-story building, Yusuf stands with a cigar in his hands, his eyes covered in shades. When he sees me, he leans on the balustrade, placing his leg in between one of them. “You really want to die in my hands, Zane,” he says, and I glare at him with no words. He puffs his cigar, then he chuckles. “Speak, or a bullet will go into your head this moment,” he says as he takes off his glasses and hangs them on his shirt.

the man looked at her pale complexion and hurried to help her lie down . This time Chelsea didn't act stubborn , the moment she stood up , her entire head felt as if someone has spilt it open . " Who're you ?" said Chelsea nervously, after knowing that someone tried to harm her in ber past life she couldn't bring herself to trust anyone . " I'm Zain , high priest pupil and heir . " said Zain ushering Chelsea to drink some more water . Chelsea drank a little just for the sake of it but Cici's words choked her up .

A paragon of neat and clean. His uniform was the same as the chauffer's, a white dress shirt tucked neatly under a pair of black trousers. Unlike the chauffer's cuff links which were silver in color, his were gold. A higher rank. In addition he wore a black buttoned half sweater and his feet and socks were buried in his polished black shoes. It was easy to see the the Wushi family crest imbued on his left wrist since it was not a regulation to wear gloves for the senior servants of the

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

Was this why? “I AM GOD. THE CREATOR OF WORLDS, MAKER OF MAN AND WOMEN. I GIFTED THE WOULD WITH ALL YOU HAVE SEEN. I HAVE BEEN WAITING TO MEET YOU DEAR LAYLA.” My heart raced at the sound of his voice. I kept my head down. Was I supposed to say something now?

i moved back and held out my hand for her. "hi i am xavier albert thomson but my real name is zayn and yes i am muslim by birth because my father is muslim and mom is from paris . but i don,t practice religion . i can,t trust people easily and i am serious infront of other but the people close to me know how sweet i am like a baby ."i said in a naughty tone . she smiled on my act and it was so beautiful to see her smile." and you are ?" i asked her she forwrded her hand and shook my hand .

“I thought we were discussing how Hayden saved me from being a potential hostage or getting killed.” “Calm your tits, you two. Sorry, these Al Latif’s get angered on little things. I am Zayed, Sheikh of Azmia, and here to make sure everything goes peacefully.” Zayed smiled at Ivy, “Could you please excu—” “Whose shirt is that?” Khalid asked Zara. Oh God. “It is Hayden’s shirt.” Zara said, crossing her arms and glaring at her brother. I closed my eyes and sighed. He glared harder, but I didn’t let it affect me. “You need to sign some papers.”

“Yea, and I’m the king of Utopia.” Zehra rolled her eyes. “Seriously dude, he’s like my elder brother.” “Elder brother?” Nora asked. “Yea, he’s eighteen.” Zehra replied. Hugo scowled. “So you know that? What else do you know, huh? Do you know about Lily too?” Zehra nodded. “Yea, he showed me.” “Showed you? Showed you? He hasn’t even shown me!” “Who’s Lily?” asked Ivanka.