Novels by amalusman67

Today Fatima and I are meeting up after work to talk about her and Udar’s almost marriage. I am still shocked she almost got married, and I am just finding out now. Today I am wearing white high waist wide leg trousers, a black top, white swing coat, black stiletto heels, a blackveil, and a black handbag.I perform my Asr (late afternoon) prayers before going to see Fatima. I just finished at the office, and I am on my way over to her place.I arrive at her house; I park my car and walk out to meet Fatima. The home has a black cast iron gate with lovely flowers all around the front porch. It’s a two-story building.I ring the bell three times before the maid opens it for me. I step inside and walk straight to Fatima’s room.The entryway is as lovely as the front porch; there are grand stairs cases with black bannisters leading to two separate parts in the house, and also a big crystal chandelier.“As-salamu Alaykum,” I

A week has gone by so fast; I can’t believe how much has changed. Living in the same house as Ismail is easier than I thought. We hardly fight, but when we do, Aazim is always there to break it. He kept to his word and had my laptop fixed. I was surprised he did, but it made me understand Ismail is a man of his words. Something I find good about him with the fact that I dislike him. Today is the day of the presentation of the project I have been working on for the past week.I have been pacing up and down the kitchen this morning making sure everything I need is ready, but I can’t seem to cool down because the way Ismail is looking at merit’s not helping. He has this boyish smirk on his face saying I can’t wait for you to mess this up so I can rub it in your face. I am so going to prove him wrong today.“Will you stop looking at me like that?” I

The next morning I wake up, and I do my morning routine. I am wearing a white crop sweater, grey and white plaid pants, a white converse, a black veil, and a black satchel bag. I am eating my breakfast, which is cinnamon French toast sticks with coffee in the kitchen while Ismail walks in, in all his beautiful glory ‘I wonder what he is doing here?’“Umit, here is the contract, I just need you to sign it then we are fine,” Ismail says placing a piece of paper in front of me“Why did you not give me these last nights,” I say picking a pen from my bag so that I can sign it “I forgot to give it to you last night.”“Here I have signed it, but I wanted to ask, what will happen if I breach the contract,” I say because I did not care to read the whole contract“You will pay 10,000 dollars,” Ismail says grinning“I will pay WHAT!” I say in disbelieve“10,000 and also pay for dry cleaning of the clothes.”“Now I wished I read the full

The next morning,I wake up by 4:38 a.m. Pray Fajr, go back to sleep and wake up later to do a few workouts and take a shower. I walk downstairs to make breakfast, but today, there is a significant addition. I have to cook for that man who calls himself Ismail. I can’t still believe he is living with us.Today I am making pancakes for the kids while I prepare coffee, eggs, and French toast for Waheeda, Aazim, and Ismail. Everyone comes down after getting ready.“Good morning,aunt,” Aayan and Eman say while walking downstairs, looking cute in their school uniform.My sister has her kids in a private school, so they wear a uniform. Aayan is four years old, has Afro black hair, a light skin tone, hazel brown eyes, and a round face.“Good morning,” Waheeda and Aazim say while coming down the stairs “How was your night?” I say placing their breakfast in front of them.“It was fine; won’t you get ready for work?” Waheeda says “I will, just

I can't believe how much my life has changed in three months. It still feels like it was last week I graduated from University. I have been living with my sister and her family for the past three months. I am 21 years old; I work at a game company as an intern. I have been working there for the past two months. My life is pretty simple, but I can feel something new is going to happen soon. I don’t know if I should like the feeling or not but let’s see what my life has to hold.I am brought back from my memory lane when I feel someone pulls down on my trousers."Aunt Aunt," My cute niece says, pulling my trousers to get my attention. Eman is the female version of her father, except her skin tone. She has curly black hair, large grey eyes, a heart-shaped face, andbeautiful light skin. She is six years old. She is my sister’s first child."Yes, cutie pie what can I help you with," I say,giving her my full attention."Aunt, could you braid my hair like how

He smiles and hugs me back. How I have missed him!“How are you? How long has it been since I saw you? I missed you so much; even mama misses you too.” I say releasing him from our hug.“I am fine, and I don’t know how long it has been since I last saw you, but I missed you too,” William says.I am about to talk when I hear someone clearing their throat behind me. I look up and see Lorenzo looking at me as if I did a despicable thing by saying ‘hi’ to William. His hand goes around my waist like we are a couple; and he smiles at William, but it’s not a genuine smile.“It seems you and my personal assistant have met before, which I don’t like very much,” he says, not even caring that William is standing right in front of us. I remove his hands from around my waist.“William and I are friends, we went to the same university. I don’t understand what you mean by you don’

I wake up to the sound of my alarm. I look for the phone on the nightstand and switch off the alarm. I get up from my bed using all the strength I have and walk straight to the bathroom to get ready for today’s trip. I have a good feeling that it’s going to be fun.Once done in the bathroom, I walk over to my closet to pick what to wear. I am wearing a black sweater, storm grey jeans, black flat shoes and a matching handbag with my shades on top. I love travelling comfortably. I walk downstairs to make breakfast for mama. I will have to break the news to her that I am going to the one place she has forbidden me to go. I don’t know the reason why, but I pray she won’t be upset.I step into the kitchen and get the ingredients from the cupboard. I mix flour, egg and milk with a little sugar. I set the frying pan to start the pancakes, when mama walks downstairs looking like the happiest person in the world. She pecks me on both cheeks before she sits down and ask

One month has gone by since I started working here and trust me it's been hell.Nothing I ever do is right. I either forget to fax a file to someone, or I got the wrong number. Let’s not even talk about the coffee. It’s either too hot, too cold or just horrible. He is a severe pain in the ass. I wish my boss could be someone with a heart, not the devil in human form.My phone vibrates, I look to check what he wants now, but I am surprised when I see it’s a text from my bank saying $5000 has been put into my account by Enzo. I am amazed he is paying me so well. It’s almost worth him making my life a living hell while working for him.I look at the time and it is time for lunch. I am in the elevator on my way to get myself some lunch when I hear my phone ringing.“Hello, sir, what can I help you with.”“I need you in my office now,” he says loud and clear in my ears while he hangs up before I can say anything.I walk towards his office and knock on

I am in the queue at Starbucks to get coffee for the devil himself. I get black with no sugar as he said. I arrive at the company building at 8:54am. I walk straight from the elevator to my office. It is a professional beauty, plain brown with beige walls.I knock on his door at 9:00a.m. Sharp and wait for a response. After a few seconds, I hear ‘come in.’ I walk in and see him sitting at his desk with his hands crossed over his chest.‘‘Morning, Sir. Your coffee," I say as I hand over the coffee. He takes it and puts it on that classy table of his."How are you, Bella (beautiful)?""I am fine, thank you," I say, and he does not say anything after that. I decide to leave. While turning the doorknob, I hear him speak."Bella," he says, calling me back."Sir?""There are some papers you need to sign as my personal assistant. Have a seat. I will get them for you."I sit down while he brings out a paper. I read the paper and it

I am waiting in a room full of potential applicants—a few who look like strippers—all with the hope of getting the job. I wonder why they come dressed half naked. Is seduction the only way they think they can get the job? Why do some women think so little of themselves? I pray the boss is not like all those bosses who are looking for a personal assistant who helps in other areas like his bedroom, if you know what I mean. A few others dressed more professional than me look like they have been in this profession far longer than I have. It’s making me feel unqualified with my MBA right now.I was eager to get this job because the money would help my mama and I. Being a single mother is never easy, but she pulled it off. She brought me up in the best way possible. I never really got to know who my father is or where he is from because every time I ask mama about my father, she tells me that he was a one-night stand. And while I believed there was

He brought me to his house, of all places, why did he bring me to his home. Does he want to rape me or something? I think if he wanted to, I wouldn’t be standing here and him walking towards wherever he is walking too. I look around the place, and I must say it’s beautiful. The walls are painted black all around, really matching his personality. There is a staircase to my left, while straight ahead is the living room decorated with little bits of white painting, giving the room colour. The couches are grey with a black centre table. I walk towards the living room, and to its right is the kitchen. The kitchen is gorgeous; it is painted grey. The chairs in the kitchen are white and golden long stools. The workup is black with little stripes of gold.“If you are done admiring my house, I think we should continue the project,” Ethan says startling me“Oh yes we should, but I have to say your house is beautiful,” I say walki

Today is a good day so far, and I hope it continues like that. I just finished praying Asr, and I am on my way to the library to meet Ethan. We have not started anything on our project even though we both agreed on what we are going to do. Ethan has been very difficult, and that’s why we have not progressed further than that. Today I hope to convince him to allow me to have a say in our project so that we can finally start getting something done.I arrive at the library and see Ethan at our usual spot. It is kind of weird having a usual spot at the library with Ethan, but since we started working together, we decided always to meet up there. I walk over and take a seat in front of him.“Hi,” I say grabbing my seat, and also dropping my things on the table“Good, you are here; we can finally start. I have already laid out all the things you are going to do, so get at it” Ethan says, placing a piece of paper in front of me. I look at the p

It’s been two weeks since Ethan and I started working together or rather tried to work together with no progress. We still have not settled on anything for the project, and I can’t believe it’s due in two weeks. I just finished performing Dhuhr (Afternoon) prayer, and I am getting ready for class. I did not have lectures in the morning; that’s why I am still at home.I put on my outfit, which consists of a black crop sweater with green plaid pants and black ankle boots. I am about to step out of the house when I receive a call from one of my loved ones.“As salamu alaykum” My elder brother, Usman says once I answer his call. Usman is 6’3 feet’s tall, has a solid build, with dark brown eyes, has a tan skin tone that he gets from my dad while I got my dark skin tone from my mom. My brother is a very handsome man.“Wa alaykumu salam.” “You are not a good sister,” Usman says while shaking his head dramatically through the FaceTime call“You are a

Today is another bright day, I did my morning routine, and I am on my way to class when the almighty annoying Ethan stops me on the way.“Thank God I caught you before class. I want to talk to you.”“What do you want this early morning,” I say and take a bite of my doughnut and sip a little of my coffee“You know Mr Jacob made us partners for our final project. And you also know that there is nowhere on this earth you and I can work together. I rather eat shit than work together with you” Ethan says with a lot of disgust on his face“The same goes here; I rather work with a mad man than work with you,” I say with the same disgust all over my face. I know I hit a nerve by comparing him to a mad man, which was what I was aiming for.“I will pretend I did not hear you compare me to a mad man and say what I came here to say. We both need to meet Mr Jacob after class and convince him to change us as partners.”“As much as I don’t like to agree to anyth

I wake up to the sound of my phone calling the Adhan; I can't believe its morning already. I get up to observe Fajr (morning) prayers and go back to sleep. I wake up a few hours later, dress up and go to the gym. I can't wait for this year to be over; I am finally going to be done with university. I am in my final year of studying software engineering at California State University, Fullerton.I am done working out; I walk back to my room, to wake up my roommate to get ready for school. I have a lovely roommate who is a good friend of mine. We met three years ago when we both came to the university, and ever since then, we have been friends and roommates."Hey! Wake up" I say tapping her"Do I have to go to school?" Khloe says still trying to get comfortable on her bed.Khloe is a beautiful brunette with green eyes. She is the same height as me; we are both 5'6 feet tall. She has a light skin tone while