Zulaikha Yusuf Novels & Stories

Skylar immediately knew these must be the same capsules that poisoned Aslan. "What is this? Zulfa-18-A-F-O?" "It's a code. It's used for rare ceramic vases, but it actually refers to humans. Zulfa is her name, 18 is her age, A stands for Asian, indicating her ethnicity, F stands for female, and O stands for omega, indicating her secondary gender.” “I have to tell you something, boss.” The boss frowned. “Why, Skylar?” "I don't think I can go on this mission if my face is visible. Allen Kennedy saw my face once. He clearly didn't know who I was; he probably just thought I was an ordinary civilian. So, I don't think I can go on a mission that requires infiltration or disguise.”

“A pleasure to see you again.” “Madame Zoya?” I stammered, my mind struggling to keep up. “What… what are you doing here?” A slow, predatory smile spread across her face, a smile that sent a fresh wave of fear coursing through me. “Saving you from yourself, of course,” she purred. Saving me? This woman, who had predicted nothing but doom and gloom when I last encountered her, was now my savior? The whole situation felt absurd, a bizarre twist in an already twisted night.

ISLA GRACE MILLER DATE OF BIRTH: JUNE 18TH AGED: 18 HAIR: AUBURN EYES: GREEN HEIGHT: FIVE FOOT FIVE INCHES GUARDIAN - JUNE DANIELS, RELATION: MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER, DECEASED- CEDAR FALLS. SCORED HIGH MARKS: TRACKING; HAND/HAND COMBAT; TEAMWORK; FIELD FIRST AID NOTES: RUN RISK LEVEL 2; ONE ATTEMPT YEAR ONE AT TRTC. RECEIVED COUNSELING. MEDICATED WITH ANTIDEPRESSANT FOR YEARS 1-3. CLEARED FOR DISCONTINUATION OF USE AFTER REASSESSMENT.

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"And my cousin? Where is she now?" Bisma hesitated. "Muqads is a renowned pianist, constantly traveling in and out of the country. I don’t know much about her." Before Tasha could respond, Bisma’s gaze fixed sharply on a figure across the room. Following her line of sight, Tasha noticed a young woman with sharp features dressed in a sleek black suit. "Who’s that?" Tasha asked, intrigued by Bisma’s frown. "That fox is Anzila Mughal, Anna’s younger cousin," Bisma replied bitterly. "She’s the one who shoved you into the swimming pool at the last party."

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

In his room, just as he was about calling Amirah, his sister's call came in. It surprised him, despite it being just the both of them, they weren't close. Zulaihat was quiet, too quiet, she spoke only when spoken too and her stare, it was like she could see through you when she stared at you. She was just too strange. "Assalamualaikum Yaya." She greeted. "Walaykumsalam, how're you doing?" "Alhamdulilah, you?" "I'm fine. I'll be coming to Lagos to attend a writers meet, it's for a week so I wanted to ask for your permission to stay at your place."