Khali Ghar Romane & Geschichten

Aisha pov: Its 5.00 am in the morning, I am getting dressed as my taxi is already waiting for me downstairs, Nooo..! I am not leaving India, I know Yesterday Vivan suggested me to return back to new York, I know I should taken his suggestion into consideration but I have already risked many thing to come here in India and now after learning something new about my parents identity I could not simply go back to New York without having answers to all my questions, anyways so today I am heading towards a village name “HALDU KHATA” I saw this name when I was busy checking my parents case file, I saw that it was written as my mother birth place, I wasn’t sure if that information was true or not bu

She ran her hands through her hair and tried to channel the adrenaline junkie who stole her school’s rival’s trophy from a well guarded corridor of football players. “You ready,” she said softly to Tristan. He hummed and walked through the archway with another word, disappearing behind an invisible barrier. Trix sighed rolled her eyes waving to Lord Kys, she ran after the boy that she was slowly becoming unable to stand. Trix gasped as she felt a wave wash over her. She closed her eyes and breathed in the new air, it was different relaxing…free. She slowly opened her eyes and observed her environment. She stood before a million dollar three floor house..with a pool. As she glanced behind her

Before he could react, his phone rang urgently. "Hello?" A cold voice answered, "Mr. Hart, we received a report. We found a woman's corpse at one of your rental properties."

The garbage from the main kingdom flows down into our river and clouds it up. The citizens of Satia have nothing but rats. I can't believe I'm about to have a healthy baby boy in this run-down place. When I got home, my boyfriend, Khali, glanced out the window. "I'm home!" I said as I placed the basket down. "Still nothing, honey??"

[Zeve’s POV] Zahir set the coordinates of the place in his mind and Hikari used his magic to teleport us in front of a gable house constructed in aesthetics of blackish green, black, white and golden. I looked around and there were over twenty houses identical in design, but different in colour and precincts. A thing that stood out about Zahir’s house was — golden spells beautifully and aesthetically carved all over the house in the Maziki language. That house had small windows but no doors.

He came alighted the car and helped Reedah to open her side door while Yushraf came out too. "Welcome, Oga Khalid" Mallam Ibro welcomed and collected the suitcases from them. The house was a series of rectangles, constructed of steel and glasses. It was unapologetically modern and humongous. It stood admist the manicure lawn as it beamed there than constructed. The root was flat and there were no any visible chimney.

Chap 48 Third person pov A hovac was created in Sheikh villa . Mr Abaan Sheikh just got to know that Haris has left Pakistan in his private jet . He is not receiving any calls nor he is present in his penthouse. No one knows where he is. He was out of sight. On the other hand, Aima and Hadia both were worried what to do. Aima was facing a huge war between heart and mind. She was worried. Why she took so long to realize her own feelings. Her feelings for him.

Sahir walked out of his office building and and got inside the car. ---- Hussain's Villa "This is the map of the Sahir's secret Villa, where his wife and mother are currently living. You can see all the doors, exit doors, hidden routes, rooms & basement. We can block all the ways which lead to an exit from this Villa." Altaf showed the map to Hussain. He evilly smiled at him. "I'm so fucking happy right now," Hussain said smiling. Haseena Aapa stared at the map and then Altaf.

"You are right. But I'm the Alpha King of the Lotus Pack, and it's my responsibility to look after my people's safety. So whether you like it or not, you'll come with me," I inspect the whole area. There are lots of securities around us. I sighed in defeat. I know that I can't escape from them. "Where are you going to take me?" To my surprise, he smiled at me. "To my house," Minutes later, we already arrived in a two-storey home. It is big and looks like a real home. I gasped when I saw the big garden, a mini-pool on the side. "Ohhh... this is what they called a house," I ignorantly whispered to myself.

The safe house was actually safe this time. Remote cabin in the Canadian wilderness. Off-grid. No digital footprint. The kind of place you disappeared to when the world wanted you dead. Anya watched the doctor—Dr. Sarah Chen, no relation to the psychotic therapist—work on Katya. Her sister was unconscious. Had been for six hours. Sedatives wearing off slowly. Too slowly. "Vitals are stable," Dr. Chen said. She was former military. Owed Dimitri a favor from years back. Professional. Discrete. "But I'm concerned about these marks."