I became a werewolf (Egyptian colloquial novel)

A young man enters an athletic body like this. I mean fitness. What muscles? They shouldered two metres, with long brown hair. And their skin was white like milk.
And they saw green. And because of his sweetness, Ibn Al-Lazaina, all those who were sitting preferred to buss over him. He sat on the table and the ceiling to call the attendants. Ah, what is Wade Prestige?

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I am Omar Ahmed, our novel today is titled The Wolf and the short by the writer Radwa Salah.

 

The atmosphere of the forest in a large and scary castle in the hall of the council, which we call the salon, the king sitting on the corsi
And with him, of course, are the council members who are your entourage, and his son is sitting on the ground, surrounded by guards
Mstntin the king's ruling on him because of his crime.
And the world has an obsession. Shut up if you throw a pin that rings
No animal speaks
Ewa, the king is upset.” Those who are going to speak will land on the crossroads
But this calmness is not long, because the king spoke in a frightening tone of voice, two noses
And the queen screams because he's her only son!
The king said they carried out the sentence
The guards, of course, pulled the valley, and the valley, Bebes, Labo, with a look, was not Ashmy, Hajj
He was waiting for him to return to his rule
And the queen is a worker screaming and saying to the king, no, see yourself, this is unfair
The king, of course, is deaf to her, and I can't speak to her
They said this is your son
The king is loud and angry, I am now the king and this is the criminal
The valley ran away from the guards and went outside the castle while he was running and wanted to go anywhere outside his father's kingdom
On the other hand

the sun is out

On a house in the countryside Yearbook of cultivation everywhere
And the sun's rays penetrated the walls of the room to the point where it reached its face
I disturbed her until she got up and stood up
Her features were the daughter of her skin, neither egg nor black, nor half of the text, as we don't say like this.
The color of her eyes is hazel and her hair is long black, soft, like silk chains.
She is short, her body is thin, her bones are visible, and this is in her hands a very rare beauty, in addition to her beauty and innocence
She enters her bathroom, takes a shower, and wears a long-sleeved dress. Very simple, in order to suit her social status, because they were people on the same condition
And she begins to brush her hair and braid in the form of a ponytail, and she goes down and breaks the fast
She is going to stand in front of a picture of her deceased father and mother
An orphan, my eyes, and she asks permission to go to work.
He's in that, Jadaan, by God, I'm crying
Miss this lady came out as a cook, in her father's restaurant, and her owner is helping her
And a young man enters what muscles, what buns, broad shoulders, and his hair is brown
The valley is long and their skin is white as milk
And his eyes are green, and everyone in his hand left and stared at him because the valley is very handsome
He sat on the table and the ceiling was rigid, so he thought they were sitting in the castle of Abu Ibn Al-Mahstaka
So they toured Youssef and asked, and he was surprised the first time someone entered them.
What are you asking?
Moamen: What is the need for me to be hungry?
.
My eyes, the valley is hungry, my mother's heart, my son
Youssef: You like to eat everything that is available
Moamen: Possibly rice and chicken, if there is some salad, you will be able to eat well
The valley inside Ali greed, guys
Youssef: present
And he enters the girl and says it to me, they asked and you answer to Yusuf and Yusuf, they take him to him
After a while, Youssef left the account
Believer they said how many
Joseph: 57 pounds
Moamen: Well, I don't live with money
Youssef: Yes, your mother's soul, don't you know?
Believer: I don't live with money, but don't worry, I will give you your money
Youssef while he was squawking, you came out of them. And your mother's life, you are not moving from here except when you pay the money, Wade, Medhat, bring the man and close the door, oh
And a believer would be caught from his clothes, and they would be suffocated
And the girl came out to their voice, and you saw, and Yusuf ran away, and the folded one opened to him
And you see his handsomeness and the beauty of his mother
Hor: What is it?
Youssef: Come see this Balawi
Poplar: Do you understand me?
Youssef does not want to pay the account
Believer: I will not tell you to live with money, and I will give you your money
Pop, while she is staring at him, thorn in it and raising her eyebrow, and no one is ashamed of her, and she says: All right, salvation, Youssef, Seboa, my brother.
Just on condition
Moamen: What condition, Muzamzel?
Hour: You will wash the dishes today and clean the place
Believer: I do not want to breastfeed the children at all
Poplar: I will clean up, and I will not tell Youssef that you feel bad about him
Believer: No, I agree
Hour: Raya is in the kitchen
And he went in and saw her in the kitchen and looked at her while she was preparing a kitchen apron
To wear it and stand washing the dishes while she cooks
And look at why from time to time
And the day ends, and Youssef begins to clean the place, while she is with him, watching
Poplar: You are tired
A believer while he added: No
Poplar: ok
I was drinking juice and waiting for it to close the place
Believer: I'm done
Hoor: go on
He went out in front of her, and she locked the place, and they slept and walked and came home
She washes her clothes, puts on pajamas, spends a little time in front of the TV, and eats popcorn
And on the second day
The queen is in her midst, a laborer yells at her son, who you will never see again
And the king entered her and said it, and then with you from yesterday, she did not want to cry
The Queen: You don't have an invitation. I'm free. It's not enough that you deprived me of my son. You will also deprive me of my anger at him
The King: You are a queen and responsible for everyone here, and you know what crime your son committed
The Queen sarcastically: A crime, there is no good
And you leave and come out of the room angry
She wakes up in the morning and finds herself sleeping on the sofa with the TV on
She shakes her head and stands with fatigue, her body broken from sleeping on the sofa
She turns off the TV, goes to the bathroom, takes a shower, and brushes her teeth
When she graduates, she wears a long, wide pocket with a long-sleeved shirt on it, with a black placket on it
Because the weather outside was a little hot
And she did her hair, and she was satisfied with a horse, and she was preparing her sandwiches
She goes out while eating a childish bush and leaves her job, rides the boat, crosses the river, and reaches her restaurant road.
You prefer walking and you will see him sitting on the ground from fatigue and his shirt full of blood
You run at him and say: You are a captain
He is a believer while he is tired and does not feel any need for the year: a man, a father, a wolves
She opened the door of the restaurant, and they helped him stand, put his hands on her shoulder, entered it, closed the door and scolded.