''I want you out of my life! I don't want to fucking see you!'' His voice got louder. ''Then I'll do what you want!'' I stutter trying to walk away from him, but before I got to do that he pushes me against the wall again. He lifts my chin up and looks straight into my eyes. ''But my heart doesn't want the same thing.'' He says underneath his breath before he crashes his lips into mine. Matthew Bayaroads, 28, is one of the richest people in America. He has everything, Money, Cars, Houses and much more that people dream of having. Every woman wants to be with him and every man wants to be him. Nawal Hassan, 22, is a poor Muslim woman who lives in a small village, but that doesn't mean she can let people look down on her. She's a strong woman who always talks back when she sees or hears something wrong. Matthew finds Nawal interesting due to her behavior, he knows she's not like every other woman. Day by day he finds himself stuck on her as Nawal is stuck on him too, but the problem is their love for each other is unacceptable. He's Atheist and she's Muslim. *Ps: I wrote this story when I was like 14, and I'm 17 now so believe me. It may be cringe as fuck, but enjoy people (;* || HIGHEST RANK - #1 HIJABI ON 14/12/2019 || || HIGHEST RANK - #4 ASSISTANT ON 7/12/2019 || || HIGHEST RANK - #1 FORBIDDEN ON 22/2/2020 ||

"If you could ask the Devil a question, what would it be?" - - - ••• Alexander Romano ••• Handsome. Charming. Deranged. Psychotic. Obsessive. Controlling. Sinister. Cold. Those are the only few words that can be used to describe such a person, if one can even call him that. He gets what he wants, when he wants it. He has everyone wrapped around his fingers, like they're his personal puppets. ••• Laila Khan ••• Beautiful. Graceful. Shy. Kind. Compassionate. Affectionate. Spiritual. Warm. Everything she does moves everyone around her in awe. Her heart is made of pure gold, there is no denying that. She never asks anyone for anything that would cause inconvenience. She's the first person to sacrifice her own needs for other's happiness. - - - Alexander's next target, his next want, his next plaything is Laila Khan. The second he laid eyes on her untouched, innocent frame, he knew he wanted her. He wants her in his own sick, twisted way. He wants to break her, crushing her soul until she can't identify as anyone except his woman. He'll do anything possible to have her, he'll use every and any method to shatter her. She'll be his, only his. Note: - Everyone (including people of different religions and cultures) are welcome to read this! - I don't want any haram police attacking me bc this is NOT a spiritual-focus story.

COMPLETED [boyxboy] Mason Maloney has lived his whole life in the shadow of his twin brother, Nathan, star quarterback of the football team. While Nathan impresses everyone in town with his athleticism, Mason spends his afternoons working at the local bakery. His rather mundane life becomes more interesting when his brother's rival quarterback, Sam Knight, gets a job along side him at the bakery. The rivalry between their two schools should keep them apart, but does it? COVER BY: @Grand_ ~166k words

Charlotte Claridge lives a life dictated by her stepmother's whims. Sent to live with one family member after another, she finally arrives in Scotland, on the doorstep of a crumbling estate abandoned by its owner. With her aunt, she spends her days mending curtains and peeling potatoes, a quiet existence that changes with the appearance of a carriage bearing a coat of arms. From out of the carriage falls Lord Hartley Cowden, Baron Aldburgh. Drunk, unconscious, and bleeding, Charlotte and her aunt carry him into his ancestral home. As he recovers in Charlotte's care, Hartley confesses to a crime that nearly sent him spiralling towards his grave. But can she entrust him with her own secrets while coaxing him back from the dead?

A mangled curse. An old feud. A horrible monster. Ever since the Beast overthrew the King three years ago, the country of Fabel has been on the edge of chaos and Annalise's nameless village is one of many places hanging onto order by a fraying thread. With only a thin stretch of danger infested forest away from the old castle, it's prime hunting ground for the Beast. As if fending off regular attacks weren't enough, denying the advances of a monster hunter turns out to be harder than it ought to be, especially since Anna already has an engagement ring on her finger. But it only takes one broken bargain to shatter everything Annalise knows. To save her father from a fatal mistake, Anna agrees to take his place as the Beast's prisoner. But she hasn't given up on going home so she strikes a deal of her own. She can leave the castle, but only if she breaks the curse that binds the Beast - a curse he can't tell her how to break. But as Anna struggles to figure out how to release the Beast from his enchantment before time runs out, she catches the attention of the Enchantress who first cast it, an Enchantress with a long memory and unfinished business. And she doesn't plan on fighting fair. (Formerly Red as Roses)

I glare at him, yanking at the bonds. He laughs softly. "Oh princess, you're so delicate. Do not struggle, we wouldn't want you to break, would we?" He whispers. I snarl at him but he's right, I'm sick and weak at the moment and the cold rain isn't helping matters. I turn away, coughing and choking on blood, but swallow it quickly, not wanting anyone to know my state. He smirks slightly. "Why are you so cruel?" I ask curious at his behavior. In the Castle I was kept away from the outside world by my parents, who told me of the dangers that lurk in it. However the servants and the cooks, who lived outside the protective wall of the Castle, always seemed like good people. "Cruel," he scuffs. "I am not cruel. Your kind is. Sitting in your castle, while families starve, homes burned to the ground because the blasted taxes are too high to pay. Cruelty, my dear Princess, is a word you and your family are all too familiar with." His words felt like a slap in the face. He can not be speaking truth. The kingdom loves my parents and they would never allow their people to starve. #384 in Historical Fiction 3/27, #361 in Historical Fiction 3/28, #312 in Historical Fiction 3/30, #291 in Historical Fiction 4/8, #287 in Historical Fiction 4/9, #285 in Historical Fiction 4/10, #265 in Historical Fiction 4/24, #256 in Historical Fiction 5/7, #225 in Historical Fiction 5/13. #218 in Historical Fiction 5/15, #119 in Historical Fiction 5/17, #112 in Historical Fiction 5/26, #95 in Historical Fiction 5/27, #83 in Historical Fiction 5/31, #67 in Historical Fiction 6/1, #53 in Historical Fiction 6/15, #26 in Historical Fiction 6/23, #20 in Historical Fiction 6/25, #16 in Historical Fiction 6/26, #13 in Historical Fiction 7/2, #10 in Historical Fiction 7/8, #5 in Historical Fiction 7/10, #12 in Historical Fiction 9/2, #13 in Historical Fiction 9/4, #7 in Historical Fiction 9/5, #5 in Historical Fiction 9/6, #7 Historical Fiction 1/8

It all began with a promise While his good friend lay in his arms dying, the last words that came from his lips were "Please find Brienna and take care of her." He was entrusted with his friends' young daughter. With that promise, Gavin has come to realize that he agreed to more than he bargained for. He never imagined this young child could grow into a such a defiant beauty bent on avenging her fathers death. She fought with him, disobeyed his every command , had a rebellious nature that unnerved him but, with it all conquered his heart. The day Brienna's father died she swore the man responsible, Lord Alrec Defoe would pay. She vowed no one stand between her one desire. Until her heart betrayed her and became an ally to Gavin. Between ardent battles of wits and fiery words. Her defiance angered him. But, her beauty and passion melted his heart. Slowly but surely she was going to lose this battle of the heart to him.

Roxana kept her head bowed as Alexander stepped towards the captives of war, sweeping his cloak behind him. He passed by all of the women with the indifference and sobriety that rivalled their fairness and beauty. "The Bactrian women are eyesores," His deep, passionate voice ran out, earning the chuckles of his generals. That was when she realized that a pair of feet in leather soles had stopped before her. Slowly, she looked up. She saw a pair of metal greaves on strong, sturdy legs. She saw a kilt and scaled armour securely tied off at the shoulders. On the centre of his chest was engraved a sun with a face drawn on it. Then she focussed her eyes on his chiselled jawline, then at his arrogant mouth, and then his mismatched but clear brown and blue eyes. Roxana's eyes widened. This was the greatest commander ever known on earth, the one who massacred thousands of citizens who revolted against him in Thebes, the one who had burned down the palace complex of Persepolis in one night, and the one who never lost a battle in his life. She wanted to look away from his intense gaze. But she lifted her chin a little higher and boldly locked her gaze with his. "What is your name?" He asked, his expression stone cold. She felt his hand touch a lock of her long, dark brown mane. His gaze bore into her eyes so piercingly that she decided to cast her head to the side. "Roxana, my lord." She replied. "Who is your father?" "Oxyartes, mighty warlord and nobleman of Sogdia." "Ah, Oxyartes. I know him. I know him very well," He smiled. Then he bent down so that the tips of their noses were almost touching. She could feel his warm breath which turned into mist in the freezing winter air. Roxana shivered. "Tell your father that I have come," He whispered, "And that his people are now my people."

Once we are alone, he turns to me, "We need to work on your acting skills. How can a commoner be such a bloody awful liar? Don't you learn that when you are infants?" "Oh, I'm sorry I don't lie for sport like you lot! Last I checked, it's the ones with the sticks up their arses who are so brilliant with deceit and after seeing your performance I know it to be fact! I've never heard such shit! As though I hold any regret, for telling that fancy prat anything, ha" I call back. Now that we are alone, I no longer require restraints as I let my temper run wild. He does something that takes me by utter surprise. He literally grabs my lips and pushes them together. "Don't you ever shut this mouth of yours!" I move my hands to his chest, trying to pay no mind to the heat radiating from him and give him a great push, shoving him a few steps back in surprise. "Don't touch me! Agh!" I let out before taking a breath, and with a little less force I add, "the King bought it didn't he." "Barely," he grunted. My head snapped back at him, I was fuming. How could a man make me so incredibly angry with just a few words? This must be the great charm of the Prince, I hear so much about. #310 in Historical Fiction 10/2, #347 IN HISTORICAL FICTION 1/5, #291 IN HISTORICAL FICTION 5/18, #239 IN HISTORICAL FICTION, #232 IN HISTORICAL FICTION 6/23 #160 in Historical Fiction 1/29/18 , #131 in Historical Fiction 4/3/18, #121 in Historical Fiction 4/4, #108 in Historical Fiction 4/8, #89 in Historical Fiction 4/9, #87 Historical Fiction 4/13, #66 Historical Fiction 4/22, #60 Historical Fiction 4/25, ----- Currently going through some major revisions 1/27/2018

Marcus and Diana had known they loved each other at a very young age. But when her family takes her away from him for her safety, they stay in touch wanting to never be separated for an instant. For three long years they managed just fine with the occassional visit. But their struggle has just begone when the world believes she and her family died. His heart froze with the news and only knew a world bitter and cold around him. She was his light and sun. She made his heart burn with happiness. Now the world has turned to ice for him. But is she really dead or just lost, alone, and scared? Years pass and Marcus has turned into a man, but one with a heart of ice. One of only two friends of his felt he needed a companion. How could a woman help the hard and unpleasing god like man as Marcus? Only one that is haloed like Mare. Can she tame the brute even if she doesn't know her own past? Only time and their time together can know the outcome. ~~Inspired by World So Cold by Three Days Grace~~~ *WARNING* Contains sexual content as well as a rape scene. To those who wish not to read, than I suggest you turn away when Marcus leaves and return the following chapter.