"Curiosity killed the kitty Miss Adams." My body stiffened. Slowly I turned around just to see Mr. Parker standing in front of me with hands in his trouser pockets. I bit my lip. I thought he would be angry but when I looked at him. His face showed no emotion. He then started walking towards me I moved back. This continued until my back hit the door. Then he placed his one hand on my side, leaning forward, close to me. "What was rule number three Miss Adams." His face was extremely close to mine my breath got hitched. I couldn't answer his question why? Because I was more focused in the distance between us. "I asked you something Miss Adams." He said again. "T-That t-there a-are prohibited areas i-in the house where I shouldn't g-go." "It seems like you remember the rules. This room is one of those prohibited areas. So, from next time think before you put yourself into trouble." I just stared at his eyes. I was lost in those pair of sea-coloured eyes. No other guy has ever affected me this much as Mr. Parker. I get nervous around him. I don't know what this feeling is but this feeling is different. A feeling that I have never felt for anyone. "Understood?" he said again. I nodded. "Yes Mr. Parker." ***************** Liam Parker, 25 year old billionaire. Arrogant, handsome, ruthless, the only thing matters to him is his son and his work. Bella Adams, 24 year old simple and bubbly girl, who lives with her Nanny in an orphanage. What will happen when Bella comes as a babysitter of Liam's son? Let's find out in the story.....

| POETRY | ROMANCE | MUSLIMLOVE | -------------------------- most impressive rankings {HOT LIST} 5(rank) #poet 10(rank) #poetry ------------------------- You are enveloped in guilt poet, so you ink words, so short and too little. You attempt to expose secrets, yet you ink words, so short and too little? You fear getting caught, so you ink riddles, so short and too little. You struck me speechless, inking lies and that too, little by little. @Niqabi_secrets HABITS OF POETS; A book, in which @Niqabi_secrets has poured out her feelings, her thoughts, rants through a plain noun. POETRY -noun- literary work in which the expression of feelings and ideas is given intensity by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a genre of literature. ---------------------------- (A/N): Give it a try, hopefully something not to disappoint. Above all, No plagiarism. In short, no leniency & you'll be reported instantly. -------------------------------- « DO VOTE & ENCOURAGE NIQABI TO UPLOAD MORE FREQUENTLY » ------------------------------ started : JAN 2018 status : on - going

He was powerful. He was terrifying. Said to be cruel and unjust. Terrifyingly possessive. He had the world, but to him she was his world. There was nothing he wouldn't do for his miraculum.

Editing! Cover done by: GollGappay 🥇First place in the 2018 Rahma Awards. Alhamdulillah.💖 °•○●°•○●°•○●°•○●°•○●°•○●°•○●°•○●°•○●°• They say that you are upon the religion of your friends. Suhaib couldn't agree more with that statement, as he witnessed the horrific scene in front of him. He had been a complete fool; he had thought that he would be a good influence to his so-called friends, yet he had been unaware of the danger that lurked in the future. As the time had passed, he had realised that they were harmful, but never had a situation like this cross his mind; never had he thought that he would experience such a heart wrenching sight. The cold breeze swept past him, that caused the hairs on his nape to rise. The wind howled as if grieving along with him for the loss he experienced. The leaves rustled in the vicious storm. The clouds poured down their burdens, mourning along with him. He stared down at the horrific site. Her body was cold and lifeless, sprawled upon the floor, like a discarded piece of insignificant trash. His heart pounded wildly in his chest - the pain he experienced was so raw, he felt as if his very own heart had been torn out and trampled upon multiple times. He knew the image of her lifeless body and horrified face would forever be imprinted in his memory, and no matter how many years would pass, the pain would forever be embedded in his heart. He slumped down beside her cold body. Tears streaked his face, his vision blurred, his heart felt as if it was snatched out of his body; leaving him barren and hollow. He looked down upon her body that was stained in scarlet; her face had been mercilessly bruised and cut. The only girl he ever loved so dearly stared at him with lifeless, horror-struck eyes, drowning in a pool of her own blood.

••• ❝ tragedy. it was pure tragedy when she claimed she didn't believe in love. ❞ ••• //short story// //Spin-off to ' Heartbreak '//

Her only sorrow was that she lived in a fairytale in this reality of now. She craved for a life what was called 'simple', but the world was way too complicated. The glitz of her world clashed with the realities of life and stole away all the dreams of her oceanic heart. And all she could do was to love him through her prayers, even amidst the thousand tides of memories. --- --- --- On the other side of the earth, her only sorrow was that she lived in the hands of the world where everything was dark and sad. She craved for a life what called a 'fairytale', but the world was way too selfish and real. When the possible of matters were too impossible, her dreams compromised with reality to give her at least what was called a 'home'. Her heartfelt aching prayers did find a destination to settle. --- --- --- They were three souls destined to live the one fate.

The things I knew that were once unethical, were bound to be saintly. The dreams I dreamt once upon a time, seemed to be an epitome of nightmares. The heart I thought I stole long ago, always belonged to someone else. The crimes I have committed all my life, became a handful of lessons that I ought to learn. The world I looked up to once, became a mortal enemy of mine. The family I thought would disown me, fought my battles for me. The life I never imagined I'd live, sadly it became a life I'd rather live than die. Lastly, the guilt I carried in me for the each and every second of my living, was a poison spreading and gradually banishing everything around me. Clearly, I was bounded by the past! Never have I imagined for the galaxy of guilt in me to steadily transform into a matter of great; Love. No, it wasn't for my dead sister, or for the woman I once claimed to love, or for my money-grubbing father, or even for the woman who was destined for me. Majestically, it was for Someone who I never ever thought it would be for; My Maker. Well, it's mind-blowing how the ugliest of matters bring out the most beautiful of articles! -Guilt is a gift from Allah, warning you that what you are doing is violating your soul.- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Started: 22/12/2017, 7:15 pm. [All Rights Reserved, froward 2017]

She has been keeping that secret in her heart for years and years, risking her every relationship. She has been accused. She has been hurt. She has been scarred. But she never defends herself because that means she has to reveal her dreaded past. So what is she hiding that's causing her so much pain and yet she refuses to say anything? Ayla Khan wants to live a life after twelve years of pain and accusations. She wants to have a family. She wants a normal life. She wants to fall in love and she wants to be loved. She wants all that, but without letting anyone know her secret. Zachary Wahab is a lawyer from a respected family. He returns home after years. Only to find his best friend as a social pariah. Rejected and known as a murderer. Yet, no one knows what happened. The woman he trusted with his life won't say a word. So can he trust her without knowing what is behind her sad eyes? Does he still love her? Or can he love her without scraping the scars of her past? (Mature because of some graphic blood scenes) Spiritual #17 😱 MuslimLoveStory #1 😱

one wedding. one unexpected visitor and whole lot of cheesiness combines together the tale of Eshmal and Zayn. Watch what happens when two softies meet. @wattpak_2020

𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 ✨𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓻𝓼✨ Possessive hot men? A romance to make your heart do somersaults? I've got you all covered ;) 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝗮 𝗲 𝗝𝗮𝗻(متاعِ جاں) - '𝖬𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌.' 1. 𝗜𝘀𝗵𝗾(عشق) (Completed) -𝗦𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗮𝗿 x 𝗡𝗼𝗼𝗿 2. 𝗗𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗶(دل لگی) (Completed) -𝗠𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗳𝗮 x 𝗠𝗮𝗵𝗲𝗲𝗻 3. 𝗜𝗾𝗿𝗮𝗮𝗿(اقرار) (Completed) -𝗔𝘀𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘆𝗮𝗿 x 𝗜𝗻𝗮𝘆𝗮 4. 𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗮𝘁(شِدت) (Completed) -𝗪𝗮𝗷𝗱𝗮𝗻 x 𝗔𝗺𝗮𝗹 5. Junoon(جُنُون) (Ongoing) -Haider X Anabia • 'I swear I'd never get this much butterflies in any book.' ~@Arcade_0 • 'OMGGGG AUTHOR YOU CANT IMAGINE THE AMOUNT OF BUTTERFLIES I GOT WHILE READING THIS I JUST LOVE IT I LOVE IT SO SO MUCH' ~@achlysblxchsxul_ • 'this is literally the thrid time I am rr this' ~@isafia12 •'LOVELY! Filled with cuteness and soft romance. Enjoyed the whole ride' ~@_hersheys_ -Translation Available. -Mature Content. Do not plagiarise.