Novels by Nimra

The door is wide open as Keith and I stride inside the brightly lit room, my hands shoved into the pockets of my blue jeans. The room buzzes with people—cameras, crew members, and the audience filling their seats. My eyes scan the place carefully, and my footsteps are steady and deliberate as I move through the crowd.“Being here alone without security… I don’t like it, “ Keith mutters under his breath, which is clearly audible.I glance at him as a smirk tugs at the corner of my lips. “Relax, It’s not like anyone knows here who I am. To them, I’m just another guy in the audience.”Today, I wear a white shirt with jeans, while Keith is dressed in a black hoodie and baggy pants. We’re here disguised as normal people.He sighs. “Are you sure this is the only way to catch him?” His tone is edged with doubt.“It’s the cleanest way,” I reply. “No guards. No blood… not yet.”We reach our seats somewhere toward the middle of the rows. They’re simple cushioned chairs, far too comfortable for

Emily’s life is at risk as long as those lunatics are alive. Also, the terrible fact is they won’t stop searching for her until they find her. This thought had been roaming in my head all night, making me sleepless. Even though one of my men will look after her when I leave, I can’t shake off the feeling that some part of me is still afraid.Now, before they move on her, I need to stop them.In short, I need to unalive them all as soon as possible.At least before they inform about her to Marcellus.Emily has no idea what I went through when Keith told me that Marcellus’ men were after her. I was trying to keep myself together when deep inside I almost had a panic attack.“What are you doing?” the voice is very familiar.I turn around and find Emily standing at the doorframe in her black lace-trim cami top and jeans.She looks fresh.Yeah, I had to lift her in my arms and take her to bed since she was in a deep sleep.“Good morning, beautiful,” I smirk at her as she approaches me and

Emily lets out a painful hiss as I carefully stick the bandaid on the cut she has on her forehead.“There,” I murmur, cupping her face afterwards.I insisted a lot that I would call my personal doctor for her check-up, but she straight up refused. I didn't argue further because she looked fatigued.Seeing her in pain suffocates my soul.We’re in the living room right now. Me, her and Keith, obviously.“Now,” I begin, lifting her chin. Her enchanting amber-gold eyes stare into mine. “Tell me whatever happened. How did they come to know about you?”“They assume I’m your spy,” she shrugs. “Listen, Zack, I didn’t intend to spy on them but couldn’t help myself when I heard your name.”“Why did you go to that abandoned factory in the first place?” Keith questions as he slouches on the couch.“I didn’t,” Emily argues. “They were in an apartment. I had to deliver an order in the same building they were in.”“Do you remember the room no.?” I ask, holding her cold hands in mine.She looks at the

I glance at the little girl, who is settled in my lap comfortably yet scared. Her head rests against my chest as I hold her close to myself.“What is the child’s name?” the officer asks. My gaze shifts to him again.He looks like he is in his mid-twenties, holding a pen and sitting straight in his chair.I shake my head. “I don’t know.”He nods, understandably.Yes, I told the cop everything that I had been through, as well as everything that the little girl had been through.I have decided not to file a complaint against those mafia members. I'm not scared of them, but it would be pointless. They have so much power that they can control the police and make them do what they want. If I were to raise an issue, I’m worried they would start trouble with me, even though I haven’t done anything to them. It just feels safer to stay away from them and avoid any problems.I know they are still searching for me, but as far as I know, Zack will handle them himself once he comes to know what act

I drop the phone in my lap. A sob escapes from my lips.Now how will I get out of here?Those guys are searching everywhere for me. Probably. I don’t think they will quit until they stain their clothes with my blood. On the other hand, Zack’s phone is switched off.I think his phone battery must be dead. I'm pretty sure about this because there’s just no way he would keep his phone turned off. He is the kind of person who stays connected, especially with me even when he's in a significant meeting. He knows that I can call him at any time, and usually, he picks up the phone within just a few seconds. It’s unusual for him not to answer, which makes me believe that his phone must have run out of power.But right now he was my only hope and… now it’s gone too.But then, I pause.Wait… maybe there still is hope.Zack’s phone might have run out of battery but Keith’s?I quickly pick up my phone again and scroll through my contacts again.Keith.Keith.Please don’t disappoint me again.Got i

I open the factory door and get it, locking it from the inside.I pant. Sweat trickles down from my face as I stare at the door while simultaneously taking a few steps back. I turn around.This doesn’t look like an abandoned factory, however old.Thick solid walls, made of brown bricks. Rows of wide windows with metal frames. A high ceiling exposes a network of industrial piping.I glance down.The floors are concrete with visible wear, and stains from oil. Old, obsolete machinery stands in the corners, some are bolted to the floor. Metal pendant lights are hanging to the ceiling as I glance upwards. Only one of them is working.“There you are,” a familiar voice sneers behind me.I turn instantly.The guy with brunette hair is holding a pistol in his right hand.“There is nowhere else to go, blondie,” he smirks, but doesn’t aim at me.I don’t waste a second and run toward the rusted staircase, ascending as quickly as possible, hoping to escape, only to get caught by the bald guy at the