(𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑛.) 𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐚 : 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐷𝑒𝑙𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑂𝑓 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝐵𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝐵𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝐴𝑟𝑒 •••• "....I-I Fucking Trusted You!" "I Don't Remember Asking You To Trust Me.. Nor I'm Answerable To Anyone... Counts You In." "What-Wasn't I An Important Part Of Your Life?" "Let's Just Say..... You Wasn't A Part But Just A Phase." ".... I Never Thought You Would Do This To Me, Dammit! "Well then...Surprise! Zachariah Ebrahim!" ✶⊶⊷⊶⊷❍❍⊶⊷⊶⊷✶ [Author's Note] Make Sure You Add The Another Part Of The Story Along With This From @HadiaaMirza's Profile! We apologize for the inconvenience! A Crazy Fun Loving Story Of Six Beautiful Pairs! © 2020 Rights Reserved.

An #OpenNovellaContest (#ONC) Ambassador Pick! Eleanor and Lydia, book 1 Armed with knitting needles and a fantastic playlist, Eleanor and Lydia set off to solve The Mystery of Novak Manor. Eleanor Albright is a spritely ninety-year-old ex-detective with more than a few skeletons in her closet and a grim determination to keep them there by hiding from the world. Her great-granddaughter Lydia is twenty-two- years old and sorely misunderstood by the world. After all, just because a girl dresses in all black and listens to My Chemical Romance doesn't mean she lacks vision or hope. Well... maybe hope. When Lord Novak calls Eleanor from his castle in a tiny, beautiful Eastern European nation with a desperate plea for help, she agrees, with mixed emotions, to come out of retirement and she talks Lydia into serving as her assistant. Now the two women must find the truth about the fearsome ghost that's haunting Novak Manor before the "ghost" finds the legendary secret treasure with the power to bring the monarchy to its knees.

↱ 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗚𝘂𝘆 ↰ ↳ A S H O R T S T O R Y ↲ ❛I'll be going to charge you extra ,if you gawk me like that.❜ ❛Only if you want to get a hit on your head with my brand new shoe.❜ ❖❖❖ ❛❛Didn't you already received an order at 11 in the morning? It's 5 in the evening, how much do you order, huh?❜❜ ❛❛I already said, I'm a lifestyle blogger but that's nothing to do with you, just do your work with deliveries, 𝘋𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘎𝘶𝘺!.❜❜ ❛❛Even though I 'already' said, I'll repeat it again for the nth time, I'm Not 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘎𝘶𝘺!❜❜ ❖❖❖ ❛Don't Worry, I won't charge you extra for gawking me like that.❜ ❛Sadly, I don't have any brand new shoe to hit your head with.❜ . ×------× #01 in 𝗙𝘂𝗻𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 102 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 on 23/01/22 #01 in 𝗕𝗹𝗼𝗴𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 3.62𝘬 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 on 21/11/21 #02 in 𝗗𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 3.62𝘬 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 on 17/08/21. #03 in 𝗕𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 116 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 on 23/01/22. #03 in 𝗗𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 3.62𝘬 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 on 06/07/21. #04 in 𝗕𝗹𝗼𝗴𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 866 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 on 20/01/22 #04 in 𝗙𝘂𝗻𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 102 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 20.01.22. #05 in 𝗕𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 116 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 on 20/01/22. #06 in 𝗗𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 3.62𝘬 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 on 13/06/21. © LihaMirza.

"Six years of living together," she sniffed. "One would think we'd know each other in all this time." "I know you," I whispered. My eyes were begging her not to leave. "No. You THINK you do, Nadir." That was the last thing she said before she was gone, with my wailing children in tow. ___ Nadir may not say it often, but he couldn't really live without Zaeb. But then again, there are a hundred unspoken promises and silent conversations between couples who have been married for as long as they had been. Only when her charming - and significantly loaded - childhood best friend entered their lives did Nadir realise that he should start saying some of them out loud. ...But maybe it was too late. Ongoing | Slow updates © copyright Zainab Alam, 2018. / / I suck at story description. I promise the book isn't so bad!