*** Dariya ya saki a wurin, dariya yake yi had'e da goge kumatun shi kamar tab'abbe, wai shine yau yake kuka akan mace, shi ya ma manta rabon da yayi kuka Maybe tun yana primary school, amma wai shine yake zubar da hawaye akan wata dama bata san yanayi ba, haushin kanshi yaji ya kamashi******

"You walked into the lion's den, sweetheart," he whispered, stepping closer. "And lions don't let go so easily." He looked down at her leg, at her trembling hands, and the fear in her eyes. "A beautiful young girl like you," he chuckled, "shouldn't have come here alone. You should have brought help beforehand, thought about your safety first." She tried again. Nothing.Her hands began to shake. She looked up at him, horror dawning in her eyes. "You planned this." He chuckled darkly. "No. But I don't exactly leave loose ends." She gulped, realizing she'd taken a foolish step and landed into the lion's den. His amusement faded, replaced by a dark intensity. His eyes seemed to bore into her soul. He closed the door, the sound echoing through the room. His gaze roamed her face, her skin now a pale canvas of fear. "Beautiful," he whispered, his voice laced with satisfaction.He examined her wounded leg, his touch gentle. "Now, you're my hostage too,"he murmured."No not just my hostage,but rightfully mine.I won you." Her eyes snapped open. "I didn't want to involve you,"he continued, "but seems like fate has different plan." Her gaze fell, shame and fear mingling.His fingers brushed against her wounded leg. Her tears landed on her lap.Her mind raced with worst-case scenarios.His fingers lifted her chin. "You should've brought an army, sweetheart.Not just a pretty face." Mishti Gupta,an emotionally unstable 21 years old girl. Sometimes too much kind and sometimes way too bold. Freckles and crooked teeth. Underestimates herself. But what happens when she gets to know that somewhere in the dark,a brooding tall, muscular and coldly handsome criminal dude is worshipping her from the dark? Dreaming of a future with her? Will she be frightened? Will she run? Or she will start getting attracted towards his charming devotion making him overly obssesive for her?

Sahara Akbar is a happy-go-lucky, naïve 19 year old Muslim girl, raised with high morals and ethics. She tries her best every single day to practice her religion as well as she can in order to reach the highest form of her spiritual life. But there are times she gets sidetracked, like when she gets late for Nama'az because she spends too much time watching Netflix or when she sees a random cute guy on the streets and falls in "love". Hey, I said she tries, I didn't say she was perfect. Damian Visiliev is a tatted up ruthless, arrogant, cold-hearted billionaire, who could care less about religion. All he cares about is W.W.S: Wealth. Women. Sex. Settling down and getting married is something that doesn't exist in his life. Period. In fact, he despises the idea of spending a lifetime with one person because he doesn't believe in the idea of loving one person for the rest of one's life. But what happens when you throw two polar opposites into each other's world? In fact, how does a Muslim girl, who's trying hard to be a good Muslim and a Russian businessman, who doesn't give a damn about anything even end up intertwined in each other's worlds? Will there be forbidden desire that stirs between them? Well, I guess you're about to find out. Join the journey full of romance, drama, heartbreaks, and mysteries. **YOU DONT HAVE TO BE A MUSLIM TO READ THIS** Cover by: Me, Myself, and I!

"I hope you realize you made the worst f**king decision of your life." She could feel his cold icy blue eyes piercing through her soul. "I didn't ask for this..." tears threatened to fall from her eyes, her lips quivering in fear. His grip on both her wrists become tighter as he slams them hard against the wall, trapping her petite body in-between the wall and his body, "You'll never have a place in my life, let alone my heart, do you understand?" She winces from the pain from her wrists. He slams her arms against the wall again. He leans in close enough to the point where their lips are only inches apart, "I said, do you f**king understand, foolish girl?" His voice rises as he clenches his jaw in an impatient manner. She nods in hopes that he'll let go. And just like that, he lets go of her as she falls to the floor in utter defeat. What have I done... she asks herself. **Full Summary Inside** Cover by: Me, Myself, and I!

"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.

Kowane ɗan Adam, ɗauke yake da littafi, mai tarun shafukan ƙaddara, idan ka karanta fejin yau, sai ka buɗe na gobe zaka san me yake ɗauke da shi. Sai dai ummi na iya cewa, tun da ta buɗi ido, ba ta taɓa cin karo da shafin da buɗe shi yayi mata daɗi ba, sarƙar ƙaddara ke ta janta daga wannan tarago zuwa wancan ko menene dalili?...

labari akan wata yarinya me rawar kai da rashin jin magana sam, labari akan taɓarɓarewar zumunci, tarbiyya da rayuwar 'ya mace idan ta rasa me jiɓantar lamarinta, Yayin da ake zaton wuta a maƙera katsam se ta bayyana a masaƙa, ku kasance dani dan jin me ze faru a wannan littafin

It is a story about two sisters that are like the two sides of a coin, totally different yet part of each other. It is a story about loneliness, sadness, discrimination, hypocrisy, self pity and of course love. Get your handkerchiefs ready because this story will bring you tears. Enjoy

NOT EDITED ⚠️ "Kayi kuskuren fahimta Saif, babu soyayyarka a cikin zuciyata ko kaɗan" Kara matsowa yayi kusa da ita, ta yadda tana iya juyo bugun zuciyarsa, yace "Ki kalli kwayar ido na ki faɗa min baki sona ki karya ta kanki da kanki indai har da gaske babu sona a cikin zuciyarki!" Kasa ɗago kai tayi ta kalleshi balle har ta iya furta abunda ya bukace ta dayi. Hakan yasa shi yin murmushi mai sauti, "You see ba zaki iya ba, kin cutar dani Kairat da kika karkata zuciyata zuwa ga Minal bayan kinsan halinta kin kuma san bata dace dani ba, i hate you but i hate her more" Yana kaiwa nan ya kaɓe mata rigarsa ya juya a fusace ya bar mata falon, Sai da taji tashin motarsa sannan ta share hawayen dake idonta ta nufi kofar cikin gida, tana buɗe kofar taga Minal tsaye a bakin kofar da hawaye shaɓa-shaɓa a fuskarta. ®2017 ****************

Heart touching story. Lots of folks confuse bad management with destiny. Destiny is no matter of chance. It's a matter of choice's. It's not a thing to be waiting for, it's a thing to be achieved. Our destiny change's with our thought, we shall become what we wish to become, do what we wish to do when our habitual thought corresponds with our desire. Be someone recognized for having a beautiful heart. So when you leave, that memory of you lingers