Farah Karim Novels & Stories

She was grateful for everything in her life until Farzan Shah entered her life. Farzan Shah, a twenty-nine year old billionaire never tolerates a single disorder in his life especially when they are wrapped around lies. Just in order to teach a person a life-long lesson he came across Aysham Zubair a girl who got twisted with his fate after others' lies.

When I came out of the dressing room, Farah stood admiring herself in a flowy, baby blue dress, that cascaded down her body perfectly. “You look amazing Farah! You and those long legs,” I shook my head playfully, “should have been a model.” “Thanks,” she blushed, peeking her leg out a slit I didn’t even know was there. “Ooh lala!” I winked at her, “Are you sure your mate is male?” I jokingly fanned myself, and she burst out laughing as she turned around. Her eyes grew wide as she looked me up and down, “Well ma’am, I’m speechless…. You look perfect!”

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.

I really appreciate all of you. I have another book on this platform and it is titled "Beneath the Surface". It's one of my best ever and I'd appreciate it if you guys check it out. It's very very cheap and affordable so there is no problem. Here is the Blurb; "Zaria Coker had every reason to be called perfect; Straight As, awesome friends, and a face that can make anyone bend to her will. Joel Bamidele, with only one year left to graduate high school, didn't expect that a rock from space would crash into his carefully planned life in form of a human.

Once again, Cleo looked at her slim, soft face, she doesn't wear any make-up and has dark spots below her eyes, and basing also on what she wore Cleo concluded that she's another mother who was raising her child alone, but of course, that was just what she surmised, she can never confirm it, and if ever she does, not in front of the woman's beautiful face. "Yes. I'll stay here, I'm in apartment 7," she replied. The little girl gave her a grin, her smile was just like her mother. Too innocent and kind for the world. Farah's shoulder tensed and her mood deflated as if she just heard something wrong. "Is something wrong?" she asked, giving a sense of pure curiosity. Farah shook her head. "I rem

She was born to Noemi and Joseph Rey, a young couple who lived close to Noemi's mother, Roselle. Roselle was a retired high school teacher whose husband died some twenty years ago in a car accident. Kara was beloved to her maternal grandmother, who insisted on naming her after her best friend, who had also passed away.

The way they did everything that mattered. Together. The magic worked – Sheik Omer Abu Bakir Ibrahim’s daughter, AALIYAH IBRAHIM. Queen Amira Farouq and Sheikh Abdullah Abu Bakir Ibrahim’s son - OMAR FAROUQ E N D

I know she was his first mate, but she doesn't feel right. ~.NOVA.~ I stood in the gallery staring at the portraits of the past leaders. I had left Kaerlia to enjoy the fresh air. My eyes stung from crying and it also meant I needed to sleep but I was reluctant to retire to bed. "She was also a Supreme Beta Female like you." I stared at the portrait before turning to the owner of the voice. Ah, it was Farah and she walked closer to me with a smile on her face. , "Some say her first pregnancy was a stillbirth. " she whispered in my ear sending chills down my spine.

"No! That one no. It is cursed forget about it. " The tattooist dismisses Sao. Something about the tattoo makes him not look away. On the mention of a curse, the other couple come to see for themselves the tattoo. Fahara is what it's called. In some dessert outside a mudwalled house a rooster is trying to swallow a blue glowing stone . Nothing very interesting about the tattoo but Sao can't take his eyes off it. More particularly, the blue glowing stone.

I mumbled to myself, making sure I took all the necessary things I need, I walked downstairs, seeing Myrah dressed in a navy green blouse flown down with her black hijab She look beautiful Spotting me, her eyes widen, mouth agape. "Oh my Allah... You look so beautiful" she said embracing me in a hug. "You too" I replied back. To be honest, it's not that I'm bragging but I know that I look beautiful tonight, I hope the night... No fake night will be good. "Oh my Gosh... Is that you Farah." I heard Khalid's voice, holding his wife's hand. A small smile made it way out of my lips.