Novels by Nimra

There are a large number of people inside the building so it would be imprudent to get inside with guns. It will create a mess that those guys will take great advantage of.The only way to catch them is to get them out of that building somehow.“So?” Keith asks, his fingers flying over the keyboard of his laptop. “What are you up to?”I glance out of the car window before looking at Keith again. “Did you hack the CCTV camera, yet?” I ask, ignoring his question.At first, I thought they might have disconnected the cameras from their room so nobody could hear their conversation, but I was wrong. They didn’t seem to really care about that.Keith sighs. “You’re overly stretching this matter. The idea of getting into the building while disguised as normal people and meeting them sounds good to me.”“No, it will cause unimaginable consequences,” I argue.“But they won’t even recognize us,” he murmurs.“Oh, so you mean they will warmly welcome someone they don’t even recognize?” I raise a br

Fifty-plus messages from Zack and I haven’t replied to any of them. I’ve been ignoring his calls, too. I’m not in the right frame of mind to face him and answer his unending questions.I’m uncertain if I’ll be able to make him despise me.I open the door to the living room, step inside, hold my mug filled with herbal tea, and sit comfortably on the couch.I’m about to turn on the television when my phone buzzes on the table. I look closer and notice Lizzie’s number pop up.Oh, here we go, again.I pick up my phone and swipe up to answer it. I gently press the phone against my ear while I take a sip of my tea.“Hello, princess!” she sounds as if she has been desperate to talk to me. “How are you doing?”I’m afraid she will not like my answer.“I’m good,” I say, trying to sound as cheerful as she is. But it doesn’t matter, she won’t be able to recognise that uneasiness in my voice because I have always been like this. Unenergetic.“What about you?” I ask after taking another sip from my

I place my hand on the scanner and the moment it beeps, the doors slide open, letting me into the cell. My footsteps echo through the hallway. As I get nearer to one of the doors, the screams grow louder. It feels as if I’m in hell and people are getting punished for their sins.Even though I’m one of the sinners.I enter the code, which is located on the wall next to the door and the door opens.My eyes land on Orson, whose hands have been chained to the wall. I move closer to him and notice blood dripping down from his nose, his left eye has swelled and turned purple, his shirt has been torn and blood is stained on it. Some part of me is a little satisfied to see him in such a filthy condition. He deserves this after all.I look over my shoulder and find my guards standing erect. Their knuckles are bloodied as they have been torturing Orson for two hours.I glance at Orson, his head hanging down between his shoulders."You know, your words didn’t make any sense to me when you were b

Dr Little tosses my tests on the table as he rubs his face. His expression tells me that something is not right. After I told him about my symptoms, he asked me to undergo a few tests and then bring back the results to him. I followed his instructions, spending hours in labs to get everything done, but then I returned and showed him the reports. And now, that I have finally returned with the results, hoping for some clarity, I watch his reaction. It’s obvious the results haven’t met his expectations—or worse.“Emily, I’m afraid,” he mutters as he takes off his glasses, glancing at me. His eyes have no confidence.“What is it, Dr Little?” I ask, my voice laced with concern.“It’s a bad news,” he sighs.“Please, tell me what’s the matter?” I ask as my body gets tensed.“Your blood cell count is low,” he continues. “When you first told me about your symptoms I thought you only had anemia which is curable.”“What do you mean ‘only’?” I narrow my brows.“Emily…,” he clears his throat befor

I will start going back to the floral shop tomorrow. Zack might get upset about this, so I prefer not to mention it to him. Besides, going to work is just a distraction from what happened. I can’t shake off the feeling of being scared. Their voices still echo in my head, and I want to find a way to get rid of them.I run my fingers through my hair as I advance toward the bed and grab my phone which is resting on the table lamp.My eyes land on the recent message that is from Zack.ZACK: Hey, Blossom. Is everything alright there?ME: Yeah. Are you home, yet?ZACK: No, I’m up to my ears. It’s going to take a lot of time.ME: Zack, please don’t pressure yourself too much into this matter. You need a break.ZACK: I would feel restless anyway until I find those guys.I sigh and give myself a moment before texting him back.ME: Alright but please be safe.ZACK: Relax, darling. I think you need some sleep.ME: Goodnight.As I’m about to switch off my phone, a drop of red liquid lands on the s

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 tug 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 wh