Ahmed aldeabella
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A romance storyteller who believes words can awaken hearts and turn emotions into unforgettable moments. I write love stories filled with passion, longing, and the quiet beauty of human connection. Here, every story begins with a feeling.♥️
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Love Between Two Enemies Part Seven
The Cost of Saving Her Ethan Ashford became a ghost overnight. Not officially—his name was still on buildings, still whispered in financial circles—but something fundamental had shifted. The man who once walked into rooms and bent them to his will now moved through the city like someone marked.
By Ahmed aldeabella6 days ago in Humans
Love Between Two Enemies Part Six
Taken The silence after the call was unbearable. Ethan stood frozen in the middle of his penthouse, the city lights outside blurring into meaningless streaks of gold and white. His phone was still pressed to his ear, even though the line had gone dead seconds ago.
By Ahmed aldeabella6 days ago in Humans
Love Between Two Enemies Part Four
Secrets Don’t Stay Buried The photograph felt heavier than paper. Ethan stared at it under the dim light of his office, long after midnight had swallowed the city. Two men stood side by side, their hands clasped in a firm handshake—smiles restrained, eyes calculating.
By Ahmed aldeabella6 days ago in Humans
Love Between Two Enemies Part Two
Lines Drawn in Blood --- PART TWO – LINES DRAWN IN BLOOD Some wars were loud. They came with shouting, gunfire, headlines splashed across newspapers. Others were quieter—waged in boardrooms, whispered threats, contracts signed in ink that carried more poison than blood.
By Ahmed aldeabella7 days ago in Humans
Love Between Two Enemies Part One
THE WAR WE INHERITED New York had a way of pretending it had no memory. Skyscrapers rose where scandals once burned, cafés thrived where blood had been spilled in boardrooms, and families like the Ashfords and the Morettis wore their success like polished armor, hiding decades of hatred beneath tailored suits.
By Ahmed aldeabella7 days ago in Humans
Whispers from the Past
Emma had always loved old things—the smell of worn leather, the faded ink of handwritten letters, the creak of floorboards in abandoned houses. That Saturday morning, she wandered through the tiny antique shop at the corner of Maple Street, fingers grazing the dusty shelves, when something unusual caught her eye.
By Ahmed aldeabella7 days ago in Humans
A Secret Admirer’s Letters
Love Written Between the Lines Sophie had always been fascinated by letters. Even in the age of instant messages and emails, there was something magical about receiving a note written by hand—the subtle curves of handwriting, the choice of words, the way ink could convey emotion beyond mere language.
By Ahmed aldeabella7 days ago in Humans
