Zulaikha Yusuf Novels & Stories

She hasn’t cum yet but I’m less concerned about that. Suddenly I hear a ding from my phone, pulling out in case it is Kate, the she-wolf moans in frustration. Slapping her ass, I move to grab my phone. As I click to read, I see it’s a message from Louise. Rolling my eyes, I almost ignore the message but decide to open it wondering why she would message so late.

"Woow have never heard of her before, guess she's new" "My dear she's not ooo" "What's her name?" "Zeeekadir AKA Mrs Zeeekadir, Matar Abdullah" "Whoo all the name for her alone" "Yes ooo, you can check her I*******m page zeeekadir_Collection and zeeekadir_confectionary, there you will see everything" "But wait how did you get to know about her?" "I saw her advert, Cox she's an expert in soap and scrubs too"

I finally said that I would and now we were on our way to Paris, to meet up with her at her condo. She was my grandfather's sister, Eliza Brinx, she was a fashion icon and the most adnired family member in the Brinx line of work, she was the prettiest woman I've ever seen in all my life, even at the age of fifty, Eliza was a remarkable being, she was a model and also an entrepreneur. She was my favorite person in the entire world. "Why do I allow you to take me out of the US?" Elijah asks, scanning the busy streets once we got out of the car, outside of Eliza's condo building.

So she remained silent and waited for what she had to say. “Your parents—Hazel and Jonathan—were just newly weds then. Easy and slow, they regularly stroll the outskirts of Dela Paz. To the grass plains and the river, to the bridge that marks the borderline of Dela Paz and Malaban, they would always go there and hang around. One day, from their usual walk, they brought home an infant. It was one of the rare instances that Hazel was extremely happy. She went to me and said she would be the mom of the child.

Zara. Aminu had did he would be back in the room soon, so I waited for him while surfing my phone which was kept on the night stand beside the bed. This was the first time I was going to open I*******m since I woke up from my comatose position. I saw that I was following a lot of blogs and was making news headlines without knowing. The trending one was that I had just been discharged from the hospital. It read. "Billionaire Aminu Garba's fiancee and Heiress to multi million dollar conglomerate Kaph Group, Zara Okafor has been discharged from the hospital following a gun shot wound to the back and one week in coma"

I turned back dialing a number. Suddenly someone walked closer to me, she fell on her knees. “Please don't kill us,” she pleaded, but before I could respond she zapped me with a teaser and I fell down…everything slowly went blank.

"You called me in such a hurry, I thought I'd be dealing with a patient on their last breath. And yet, here we have a perfectly healthy woman—well-nourished, just a bit overtired and scraped up. This was your 'urgent case'?" Ace avoided his gaze, muttering, "Zayla nearly fell off a cliff. That's urgent." Jamir froze. "Wait. Zayla? Which Zayla? You mean the Zayla—the double PhD in virology and pharmacology, the one who won a national research award?" I nodded. "That's me." Jamir's eyes widened in shock before his expression morphed into something akin to reverence. He fished a business card from his pocket and pressed it into my hand.

She held Yasmine's hand and said, "Thank you, Yasmine. I thank you on behalf of Zoey." Yasmine could tell that Leanna genuinely appreciated her. She smiled faintly and said, "So, the Zoey you mentioned is Russell's wife, right? What kind of person is she?" Leanna looked at the red glow on the horizon, reminiscing about Zoey. "She was a beautiful, kind, intelligent, and understanding woman. She was skilled in medicine, known as Dr. Z. When she encountered people who couldn't afford medical treatment, she not only waived the fees but sometimes even provided expensive herbs for free. Of course, she didn't hesitate to charge those who were wealthy. She earned a lot of money, but most of it was d

Kia was still bouncing around all excited; now she had seen Zander. 'Mate, Mate, Mate,' she chants. Skyla turns around, giving me a questioning look, "are you all good?" she asks, snapping me out of my daze. "Perfect," I breathed, smiling at her and following her into school. .

Her door was ajar , I was wondering , she never wanted people to know she was existing, she liked to live a secluded private life , I could remember a certain scenario in our freshman year , when she was asked to present her GSp assignment orally , she had the highest score , the lecturer was so pleased that he asked her to present to the whole class ,after which she would be rewarded 20 marks extra . I could remember Jane and I begging her to take it especially after missing out half part of the semester, her mum was down with hypertension and stage 1 paralysis was starting to set in , she had to stay with her till she was better . She told Dr Phillip , the GSP lecturer that she wasn't goin