Yusuf Zulaikha Novels & Stories

Yusuf was just a Playboy. “That biology teacher is so mean, can you believe after making us lean on that dirty grass, that hot sun. she said we must duplicate the note before we go for break. knowing how big that Subject is even after break we will still be writing” Alisha exclaimed. her hold her hands so furious, her hijab floats down to kneels. Alisha daughter to Fatima, the fourth child of the family

"Plus, we get to suss them all out." Slinging an arm over my shoulder, the shameless girl turns me around to look at the rest of the group. She points to someone at the front of the throng, talking animatedly, right in front of the camera. Her dress is skin tight, and a metallic gold, that has my jaw dropping instantly. Not only does she have curves any of us would be jealous of, she manages to keep her sleek brown hair immaculate, and her makeup flawless. "Phoenix Diamond. Desire Pack. Extremely wealthy, with high ranked parents," Zariah whispers.

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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.

From where she stands about five feet away from him, he can make out her cologne; Noir tease, beautiful. In a wierd qay, they're matching and it's surely not a plan. Zulqa is featuring a well starched mustard colored Getzner, ebony shoes and plane ebony cap. It's a simple yet amazing look he completed with a Calvin Klein wristwatch. "Assalamu Alaikum." Lash smiles. Ya Allah! This is first time Zulqa is seeing her smile and to say it's a beautiful smile is an understatement. He's definitely turning into a fan girl.

Zoya looked at their way while standing with Ammi and Rabia. "Bhabhijaan I'm going back to Chennai!" Zaki said. "Ok bye Tutu.." Zoya waved at him. Sahir burst out in a laugh Zaki furrowed his eyebrows at him while crossing his arms over his chest. "Rare sight of Mafia leader Sultan laughing," Altaf said while walking towards them. Sahir stopped laughing and looked at him. "Seriously Sultan, this girl Zoya has the power to change you and that's quite clean dangerous," Altaf said.

Uthman said and Yusuf nodded. "No one should have that much power. What do you want me to do?" Yusuf asked and Uthman smiled. "The same thing you did here. I want you to play the video showing Jamila confessing that Sheikh Muhammad is her benefactor and the father of her child," Uthman said. He expected that Yusuf's eyes would widen with fear or surprise, but the man seemed very balanced even in chains, he looked like he was in his own environment. "I will do it, anything fir my country," Yusuf said and Uthman noted that he would make a very good soldier.

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I hiccuped once, "and I would never let you hurt anyone for my sake. You are not a bad person, Cyrus. I will never let you do such things just to protect me. I don't want to see you behind the bars and your reputation thrown right at the bin. So, please, the next time she gets under your skin, just talk to her." I, myself know that talking will never be an option to make Alicia stay away from Cyrus but we can always try instead of hurting her physically. I just could not bear the sight of it. I am against violence and whenever I see Cyrus acting that way, it scares me. Not that I am scared he would hurt me, but I am scared that he might actually kill someone, he was so close in doing that ju

I hear my younger brother ask in the background. His name is Khalifa, he is 19 years old and studies in London but is home in Nigeria for the holiday period. He is light skinned, just over 6 feet tall, has a lean build and is a good-looking young man. I have two brothers. One is older and one is younger than me. “Yes, it is me,” I answer him. “Aha Umit, is that you looking all fresh and beautiful?” he teases taking the phone from my mom.