Yusuf Zulaikha Novels & Stories

Farhan nod and went back to stage . Alya is lying on the bed and thinking about her life .She remember one month ago she broke up with Zain ,she remembers how Zain get job offer from America ,she was happy thinking she will settled in America after marriage but all her dream crashed when he refused the job saying he do not want to leave his country and his mother .They involved into huge fight and finally they get separated .

A paragon of neat and clean. His uniform was the same as the chauffer's, a white dress shirt tucked neatly under a pair of black trousers. Unlike the chauffer's cuff links which were silver in color, his were gold. A higher rank. In addition he wore a black buttoned half sweater and his feet and socks were buried in his polished black shoes. It was easy to see the the Wushi family crest imbued on his left wrist since it was not a regulation to wear gloves for the senior servants of the

A few minutes later, a message popped on his phone-a message from Royhan. Name: Sofia Ali Family: Parent alive and one brother School: High School Graduate Friend: Maryam Age: 18 Relationship: single After reading her profile, Yusuf called decided to call his father well knowing he would help him out. "Salam dad,’’ he greeted. "Uhm, I want to tell you something…" he trailed off,tugging his tie. "Yes, tell…" the dad encouraged. "Uhm… You remember that day when you and mum hard on me to get married?" Yusuf asked rather nervously.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

Was this why? “I AM GOD. THE CREATOR OF WORLDS, MAKER OF MAN AND WOMEN. I GIFTED THE WOULD WITH ALL YOU HAVE SEEN. I HAVE BEEN WAITING TO MEET YOU DEAR LAYLA.” My heart raced at the sound of his voice. I kept my head down. Was I supposed to say something now?

i moved back and held out my hand for her. "hi i am xavier albert thomson but my real name is zayn and yes i am muslim by birth because my father is muslim and mom is from paris . but i don,t practice religion . i can,t trust people easily and i am serious infront of other but the people close to me know how sweet i am like a baby ."i said in a naughty tone . she smiled on my act and it was so beautiful to see her smile." and you are ?" i asked her she forwrded her hand and shook my hand .

“I thought we were discussing how Hayden saved me from being a potential hostage or getting killed.” “Calm your tits, you two. Sorry, these Al Latif’s get angered on little things. I am Zayed, Sheikh of Azmia, and here to make sure everything goes peacefully.” Zayed smiled at Ivy, “Could you please excu—” “Whose shirt is that?” Khalid asked Zara. Oh God. “It is Hayden’s shirt.” Zara said, crossing her arms and glaring at her brother. I closed my eyes and sighed. He glared harder, but I didn’t let it affect me. “You need to sign some papers.”

“Yea, and I’m the king of Utopia.” Zehra rolled her eyes. “Seriously dude, he’s like my elder brother.” “Elder brother?” Nora asked. “Yea, he’s eighteen.” Zehra replied. Hugo scowled. “So you know that? What else do you know, huh? Do you know about Lily too?” Zehra nodded. “Yea, he showed me.” “Showed you? Showed you? He hasn’t even shown me!” “Who’s Lily?” asked Ivanka.