Yusuf Zulaikha Novels & Stories

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A light knock comes at the door, I tell them to come in, while replacing the cap on the lipstick. The door opens and in steps a very debonair Zac. He’s in a crisp white dress shirt that is neatly tucked into a pair of fitted black slacks. My eyes wander across his body, I’ve never seen him dress up to this degree and it’s a turn-on. Before I can speak, his eyes swirled with lust and he lets out a whistle. “Fuck Isla, you look like a dream I never want to wake up from” I blush as he takes my hands in his, tracing small circles on the tops of them sending calming tingles to course through my body.

Youssef buried his face in his hands and prayed he’d be able to find Khalia Patterson before she left Pakistan. Outside the engineering firm, Gage shifted against the SUV’s leather seat and attempted to stretch out some of the tightness in the middle of his back. He’d been parked in the firm’s lot for over an hour now, and as it was early only a few people had come into work yet. Ellis and Dunphy had called to say Youssef’s apartment was empty, and from the damage he’d done to the computer, it looked like he had no intention of returning. At least they now knew what the fucker looked like. Dunphy had sent over a few pictures he’d snapped of the framed photos he and Ellis had found in Youssef

“Why don’t we calm down and solve this? I just want some answers and keep a few conditions in exchange for letting your pup go.” “Felice…” Finally manage to speak. Who is this woman? “I know Alpha Isaac. You think I am Felice’s clone or something, but I am not. This is me. But Felice is not my name.” She stands up and smiles while my eyes narrow. “Please to meet you, Alpha Isaac. I am Zephyr or the one who cursed the Renaud pack.”

I tapped explore and the first thing that came to my mind to search for was Faryah. She was using Faryah Mustapha Edwards now. She was easy to find. She didn't have any posts and her followers weren't that bad. 10k. Cool. I looked at the photos she was tagged in and my heart sank as I looked at her pictures in African wears. She was so beautiful. There were different photos here, with she and her family and my daughter. My Najmah. There were some with the Khalifa guy, their pictures pained my body, heart and soul. No one could deny that they honestly looked very good together and here I was on the side-line.

I whined to her, she smiled and kissed my forehead " Waliykum Asalaam honey. Don't worry you can sleep later on" Hayat said and went back to her cooking. "Where's Zyana I didn't see her " oh sorry I forget to tell you about Zyana she is younger than me she is 18. A fresh graduate, she is planning to do major in Education. She loves to teach kids and wants to be a teacher like my mom. " She is doing yoga as usual; you should also join her Anam, it's good for you "she always gives me some advice. Hayat got her plate and sat beside me.

Yasir controlled his anger and extended his plate for his daughter but Zoya just smiled, shaking her head and filled her plate with some pulao. "So.. zee are you participating in the photography competition?" Hamza asked. He was one year junior to her in the same university but studying medicine. "Yeah, I am but I still haven't confirmed everything," she said, turning her attention to him. "What are you guys going for?" This time it was Minahil, Muznah's daughter. She was in the same field but she mostly modeled for her friend.

“An Axumean salute for the royal visitor.” Malaika gazed at Yulli first then to Niusa. “Do you know me?” Niusa smiled widely. “Of course! Who wouldn’t recognize you after your excellent performance during the Aqua Festival? Everyone here is just wary of you.” She gazed at Yulli. “And you are the mighty wolf shifter, Yulli Krieger.” Yulli only slightly tilted his head and didn’t say a word. “Nice meeting you, Niusa. But could you tell us about that green book?”

This is utterly unexpected nor foreseen so she touched the mic before clearing her throat and smiling up at Zayn. "Assalamu Alaikum!" She kept quite and waited for them to reply before continuing. "I hope you all are enjoying the night so far." She squeezed Zayn's hand before carrying on; "This is unexpected so I'll make it quick with a few words. Rukayyah is my best friend and also a sister! I love her just like I would love my own blood sister and she's an amazing and uniquely wonderful person. You're really lucky to have her, Mashhub. She's a great photographer and also a great Cook. What better than having the best Cook in your home?" She chuckled at that, how ironic. She doesn't know ho

The bell of the cabin rang, she was time was all familiar to the system, she did not wait or look at both of the ladies, she left her phone at the desk and walked ahead to his cabin but never entered without a two-second knock on the glass door. Patience, this was something she liked about herself. “Yes sir,” There she was standing in front of him, trying her best not to get her attention to his biceps that were screaming about how much time he spent in the gym to build that chest. “It is Sunjay sir’s birthday today, I want you to make a birthday wish post for them, Ladwa office, our other branch has already made it, have a look,” He said as he handed me his phone. I looked at the simple des