Novels by Writingspeaks

-some selfish choices are made-SoniaAll the women were made to before a huge cliff. We were pushed and clustered together, as we were made to wait for the king to show. It was damp around us. Shaking and shivering, we all watched with trembling hearts and whimpered as the black clouds roared and terror loamed around us.I was standing pale and weak. The girl who had told me what was to happen was still standing next to me, softly crying as we all faced the cliff. I had a sheltered child. I had always been loved and adored. I had a sweet man arranged to be married to me. I had family, I had a person who I considered a friend. And because of one person's extreme hatred hidden by fake smiles, I was about to become a victim of some heinous games.Soon, a woman stepped towards the edge of the cliff and looked down at all of us. The terror of what was going to happen was intense. I listened with shivering alertness as t

-The warnings haunted the Island-SoniaI woke up in a strange place-a cell to be exact. It was eerie, smelly and had me waking up because of its stench. There was sobs...muffled sighs of hysteria echoing from around me. I rubbed my eyes and looked around at several women-some young, some old, but all of them trapped alongside me in this rusty and square-shaped underground room. I was glad to see a lot of humans, but their terror-filled cries were horrifying me...hurting me."What is going on?" I pressed myself against the wall, looking around in confusion and fear-talking to anyone who could answer, yet all the women were busy sobbing...fearing something that was going to happen.There were two girls, around my age, sitting beside me. I shivered as they continued crying into their palms. The place was in chaos. It was too dark, eerie and spooky. I remember falling the dark hole, after being eerily pushed, but I had

-Some wild roses take a long time to wilt-SoniaI was shivering, shaking. I had managed to outrun that dangerous woman, but I was now lost somewhere in the forest. My heart was pounding so loud. The forest seemed so dangerous, and I was literally roaming around completely weaponless. The words of that strange woman had completely creeped me out. I couldn’t understand what she meant with ‘The King’. Was she completely delusional, or was there really a wild man roaming around on this island?Terrified, I kept eyeing my surroundings. I had to be safe, I had to survive this and get back home…make Geena pay. Huge bushes were shifting beside me. It was so dark, and I had to constantly pu

-Swiped from betrayal towards happiness-SoniaIt was dark, extremely cold, and I had just washed up on the shore of a rather dark island. My limbs, my heart...everything was hurting so bad. I had never seen this coming; having Geena do this to me was so insane. My best friend, the orphan girl who had always been so shy to speak in front of our teachers, who didn't have the heart to hurt a fly, she had been holding such a hideous amount of hurt for me. The disbelief and shock were immense.

Don't leave me. Don't leave my heart so crushed and betrayed.SoniaIt was a grand trip. I had my best friend, Geena, with me, and we were sailing to the shores of Karachi. The air was fresh...and I needed this breather because I had been studying too fervently to pass my teache

Detective MariaI was sipping on my cup of coffee, thoughtfully focusing on the mystery. Asmara was sitting on the chair placed beside me. All the police officers were actively moving around the hall, making calls and trying to solve the mystery. I had given four officers to read the books sent to me.Clicking my pen against the desk, I was thinking...trying to make sense of Black Fist's message.'Only Fools chase after deadly traps'The cooling fan was pleasantly cooling the air around me, the lamp reflecting on my brown wooden desk. I had my feet folded and rested on the legs of my revolving chair. Asmara was studying the note that Black Fist had sent to me.Earlier, one officer had asked me details for what had happened at my place. Many officers had already been sent to search my place for any clues.I had told the truth...the blatant truth and explained that I believed that the Black Fist hadn't left any fin

Detective MariaThe next day, I stepped into the chief's office while carrying the white piece of notice in a white bag. I had broken the 'glass' shield to get it. Asmara had welcomed me at the entrance, saying that she had left my coffee cup on my desk. I had smiled in gratitude.Now knocking on the door, I breathed in as Chief Nadia allowed me in. She was talking on her phone, with a load of files placed on her desk. Upon seeing me, a pleasant smile appeared on her face.

Detective MariaSooner Kit shop had been completely robbed. The shop's owner was an old man who seemed to no longer have the heart to go back inside his shop. He was crying, sobbing and sniffing, as one police officer sympathetically slapped his back. I had decided to step inside the shop and look around...observe the crime scene carefully. I would prefer observing before taking pictures.The shop was small. It had glass decors and brown wooden cupboards. A tube light was enough to light this place, and there were no backdoors. No getaways.

Detective MariaHours went by, and I kept studying his profile. The police hardly knew anything about this guy. Simply the descriptions of the crimes and the notes left by him had been jotted down in the case filed. According to the police, he would mostly steal expensive artefacts, delicate crafts, vases, everything that showed he had an artistic choice.There was also this pattern. After every museum, he would rob a jewellery store. It didn't really make any sense until I had noticed that the jewellery store he would rob would be located near the robbed museum. That showed he moved from place to place....he was choosing to rob one area after another, and now the real question was which area he was going to rob next. Though, I knew he still had

There had been paintings stolen. A highly functional art museum was now facing extreme security and financial crisis, because 'Dark Fist' had decided to strike again. The police were in bits. This had been going on for so long, and no one knew how to catch this guy. The insult had to be even huger for the police, because like always, the criminal mastermind had left a token...an untraceable card that mocked the police to catch him.All the officers were gathered around the crime scene. The art museum had been so beautiful. It had included abstract paintings, pictures of greenery and unanimated things. It was the most famous in town, and just in one night, all of its pictures had been stolen.The police had arrived at this place in the morning

The loner in school, the last one to get picked, Fawad had learned at a young age that the society had already set cliques for people. The judged and they broke, so there was no point in living up to their expectations.He had been abandoned at an old home at a very young age...found himself wondering why a mother with a heart made to love had left him behind in a dark place. He spent his teens being tortured at the shelter place, mocked because of his interest in Great histories and planet studies. So many times, children had punched him enough to cause his teeth to fall out.He was shy, quiet and studious; a perfect combination that attracted so many bitter souls to treat him as a punching bag.

5 years laterSo much had changed in the past few years. Sarah was so near her full recovery. She had returned back to being my sweet sisterly cousin, and Rehana was my bestfriend; she was even thinking about moving to my city.

Having my papa and uncle travel back to Murree was a nerve-wracking journey. Papa and Uncle Salman had gone back because they wanted some answers; they wanted to be there when they caught Fahad and made him answerable for his actions.The chief had informed my papa that they had Fahad trapped in an old abandoned hut; situated in Murree. Reports showed that he had been staying there, for some time. And, strangely, the hut was described to located som

Just as Fahad had promised, the next Sarah and Rehana were found inside the house. They were sitting in the main lounge. I rushed up to them while Papa, Uncle Salman and Rehana waited impatiently outside."No.." She began shaking on the sofa, while Sarah sat next to her, completely silent. "It was too dark..." She was whimpering. I blanched at that.

Standing in front of the crooked house, Usman took a deep breath and walked inside. Three days had literally passed in a blink of an eye. Usman had begun praying that the plan would work.Nervously climbing up the stairs, while flinching at every echo of our footsteps, he and Salman straightened their stance as they finally made it upstairs and noticed one room's door closed; that had to be it.

An hour-long drive finally led to an old orphanage built near the riverside of Rawalpindi. Uncle, Papa and the Chief were the ones visiting this place. One day had already passed, and I was really hoping for this place to help me in making my decision. Rehana and Sarah were waiting.Walking inside the huge orphanage, which comprised of a huge white building and a lush green garden, I kept a few feet behind the men and looked around at the children playing

Fahad was staring out of his house's window, down at the dark weeds. His fists were clenched as he pondered over how exactly the world had betrayed him, but he would try...attempt to always protect people..He had been only seven when he had run away from his terror house and got caught by authorities. The authorities had shoved him into a local orphanage, but Fahad had never forgotten his past...his pain. That is why he chose to return and protect his real mother from his deranged father. Altho

I write when I am bored, tired or just in need of a friend. Being bullied makes me anxious for happiness, being recognized as the 'quiet' girl makes me thrive for words. Thus, with the spill of silence, I pick up my notebook and write.I craft words, stanzas, bits and paste them on an online magazine called 'Be Kind'. I want to play my part, I want others to feel what I feel. And that is why I decide to write...hear people listen to the peace of beautiful and motivational poems.Picking my pen up, I start writing the poem inspired by today's events.'Don't allow people to judge your worth''Don't allow people to count your talents''Treat your college bullies with patience''Treat your grades as numbers'After writing this, I felt like smiling. I rushed to my broken and shabby laptop, switched it on, quickly typed my little poem and uploaded my works. The likes given made me feel so calm and happy, glad that I was ab