Zulaikha Yusuf Novels & Stories

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.

I looked at the bio at the very top: Amara Zubair. CEO of Zubair Global Conglomerate. Forbes 30 Under 30. Billionaire. "Oh my god," I whispered, my heart suddenly taking a heavy, uncomfortable dive into my stomach. "This is the woman Luca is meeting right now." "Let me see," Maya said, leaning over my shoulder to look at the screen. I started scrolling down her profile, and a thick, suffocating knot of pure insecurity instantly tightened in my throat. Amara Zubair was absolutely, breathtakingly stunning. She didn't look like a typical corporate executive at all. She looked like a literal supermodel.

She glared at him with the specific expression of a woman who was not going to give him the satisfaction of a reaction and was fighting a losing battle with the corner of her mouth. Shayla looked up from her phone. “Yes Zoya. He already has a harem. He desperately needs a wife. Someone has to keep him in line.” “I wonder who the lucky girl is,” Zoya said. Completely deadpan. “Whoever she is I feel deeply sorry for her,” Farisa said.

"larib khan daughter of jahinger khan do you accept zayn xavier albert thomson your lawfully husband " zayn she looked towards him for the first time she came here he was muslim? she was thinking on his name but someone cleared their throat and she came out of her thougts the mullana asked again and this time he mentioned the haq maher which was. 1 cror . they all were wating "do you accept it beti " she was asked again. . "no i don,t "she told them everyone was talking xavier was beyound angry he was going to stand up but she continued. .

] [Yes, and I saw your boyfriend being hugged by Zayna. [Who's Zayna?] [Zayna Lott. The model who recently gained fame for promoting Kith's latest bikini design.] Bonita stared at her phone without blinking. As far as she knew, Velica was in another city, at a hotel near the beach for a job to do Isabel's makeup — a model who frequently used Velica's services. Bonita remembered Benjamin had indeed mentioned a few days ago that he would be going to the same city to help an old friend.

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."

Mrs. Pratyusha Beniwal, Zoya's mother was enjoying a sunny afternoon at the pool side of her mansion. Under the wide umbrella, accompanied by a cup of hot tea and snacks, she seemed to be flipping through a fashion magazine. Her two assistants were ready to help her for any need, sitting beside her.

Step three is the second to the last step in the plan then the last step and then Sa'eed is hers forever, she just need to wait for nighttime to come, then she'll feed Sa'eed milk. On Friday, she'll take the last step and it's concluded. ************ "Assalamu Alaikum." Zulqa says walking to the backyard of Aleesha's house. That's where she asked Abgela to take him to. Zulqa is quite impressed with the brands of cars he's seeing in the house. There are seven cars; two Porsche, a Mercedes, a Chevrolet, two Royles Royce and Bentley. She surely has good car taste, but where does she get the money from? She's HumyLash, the lady that created bell pepper dip and flour rolls, that alone is enough t

The giggling and severe inability to sing was kinda getting in the way. "You know Ella," Carlos said to me, putting an arm around my shoulder as we walked back to the house half an hour later, "Have you seen the Uzbekistani economy lately?" "Umm..." I said. "No?" "Honestly, are you some kind of simpleton?" he asked, "Hey Marco! Our brother has made this girl his Luna and she doesn't even know about Uzbekistan's economy! Can you believe that?!" "Well, you better educate the woman!" Marco exclaimed.