Disclaimer: I have to admit, I'm a bit embarrassed! I wrote this when I was 16/17 years old, and reading it now at 22 makes me cringe a little. However, I remember the emotions and thoughts that drove me to write it, and I think it will resonate with young adults around the same age I was when I wrote it. So, if you're 16 or 17, this story might be for you! Please keep an open mind, and I hope you'll enjoy reading it 📖 Book cover was made with AI 😂 "Let go of me!" I yelled, trying to push Kevin off of me. He grabbed me by my hair underneath my hijab (headscarf) and pushed me to the floor. "Next time, don't mess with me you black terrorist!" He shouted as he let go of my headscarf. Meet Juwariya. A hardworking, smart, bubbly Nigerian Muslimah from a middle-class family. She is a very smart young lady, and loves to make new friends. She got a scholarship to study in New York City. However, her whole world changes drastically when she meets Kevin Hart, a racist and a rich spoiled atheist who made Juwariya's life a living hell. Kevin Hart had a pretty rough experience with black people and thus vented his anger of Juwariya because not only was she black, but she was also a Muslim. BBMH is a romantic interracial Muslim love story where two different people from different worlds, learn to love and accept each other the way Allah (S.W.T) has created them. Read this crazy love story of Juwariya and Kevin to find out what happens when the bad boy meets the hijabi. BOOK 1 Highest rankings : #1 Atheist #3 Hijabi # 4 belief

He once abandoned her to her bullies, but now he has redemption on his mind. Little does he know that this woman has other plans and that life would force them together again. * * * Being a Muslim was not made to be easy. Zaynub understands this because she's living through difficulty after difficulty. With family and school on her mind, the last thing Zaynub expects is the one man she's despised for years standing on her doorstep. Zakir has made a lot of mistakes in his life. One of his biggest mistakes pertained to Zaynub. Of course, Zaynub does not see him as a changed man. To her, Zakir is a self-centered immature child trapped in an adult's body. Zakir has changed, but now he has to prove his worth to Zaynub. Will Zakir and Zaynub fall in love? Or will they fall apart? •Cover by @soundthealarm• [Featured by Wattpad] [Highest ranking: #1 in Spiritual]

"I don't care. I don't care if you wear a scarf over your head. Or if you prefer to wear long sleeves and pray five times a day", he inches closer. "All it matters is that you feel happy doing what you do. And fuck everybody else that has something to say about that", he gazes deeply into my eyes making my heart flutter. My mind and body froze by his unexpected words. The longer we stare at each other the faster my heart rate went. "Everything else doesn't matter.. as long as you are happy.. with me..". He breathes shakily. Ya Allah.. forgive me.. I might have.. just a teeny weeny.. crush.. _______ Aiyla Yasir a basic 16 year old (almost seventeen) girl had her life planned out for her. Literally from school to career and to marriage. Being the good child that she is Aiyla never went against her parents that she loves. However everything that has been set for her changed the moment she receives a letter from a world known, famous and distinguished private school in France offering her a full scholarship. St Vincent Françoise is legendary for being one of the top three schools for elites and children of billionaires. Ofcourse she couldn't miss this once in a lifetime opportunity go to waste. She was adamant to succeed her long life dream to be a notorious artist. But not everything is easy as it sounds. Her classmates are not as welcoming as they might seem. There Aiyla met a strange boy who treated her differently than the others and another who was determined to make her life miserable. The hardships she's going through are not easy, her patience, love, integrity and even faith is being tested. Watch as all the drama gets more intense and full of plot twists and excitement. Secrets to be revealed, love starts to bloom and trust is nothing more than a lie.

A story about the complexities of love in a world where it is not expressed. Nadia, an outsider, finds herself trying to carve her place in the sea that is Punjab. On her mission, she finds other outsiders, bound by secrets and lies, they form an unlikely friendship. When they are stuck with tragedy, they come to the realisation that love conquers all.

[COMPLETE] [IN NEED OF EDITING] "He won't satisfy you like I will darling you know why? Because he's not me and you're not his slut. You're mine" "Answer him Adora or so help me you won't cum" Reid landed a spank to Adora's already sore ass. "R-Reid I can't fuck I can't" he locked his fingers into her curly hair pulling her up continuously slamming himself into her. "Be a good girl for me Adora and pick up the phone" he said lowly in her ear, filling her up. Adora reached over for the phone still feeling her orgasm building up. His hand reaches around her to rub her clit. "Adora baby where are you?" ➪ Adora Rose married to Theodore Hunt one would call him a momma's boy, their marriage is simple, problems she cannot handle. Their sex life is absolutely nothing Adora wants, she learns more about her sexual desires when Theo suggest a sex therapist. But he hires the best sex therapist in the country Reid Romano who introduces Adora to the world of BDSM. Adora fell for his charm even trying to avoid the idea of cheating on her husband but could ignore the temptation that came along with it. cover by RoseEmiliaSnape ✍︎︎ highest rankings #1 in therapist !! #1 in bwwm #1 in good girl #1 in affair #1 in secretrelationship #1 in bdsmrelationship #1 in sexual frustration #1 in submissive #1 in possessive #1 in darling #1 in mature #2 in jealousy #3 in ongoing #4 in love

'When I first saw you I said Mashallah and then I said Inshallah' ...... From innocently stalking to fumbling through conversations, she's a walking disaster of charm and sincerity, even if it doesn't always come out right. He's the type to hold his patience like a shield, but even the most patient man can't avoid the chaos that follows this cute, no-sense girl wherever she goes "I am so close to smacking your head with this pen now. Don't get on my nerves anymore and tell me what I said the next step would be!" The patient man, who can no longer be called patient, glares at the poor girl who is pressing her lips tightly together, trying not to let out a sniff, while holding the hem of her shawl so tightly that it will definitely leave wrinkles. "You said..." she starts quietly but ends up bursting when she cannot remember exactly what he taught her. "That you wouldn't be rude! But you're so rude! I don't want to learn from you!" she tried. But couldn't hold back from snapping at his rudeness. Sniffing, she glares at him as he looks at her, clearly annoyed. "You're impossible," he mutters, shaking his head. Yet somehow, there's a smile hiding behind that stern look because nobody can ignore her cuteness. "Jerk," she mumbles to herself before quickly glancing up with wide, innocent eyes, hoping he didn't hear. It's a love story that's as sweet as it is ridiculous, filled with more laughter than either of them ever expected.

{ Highest Ranking 👉🏻 #1 in Spiritual/ Islamic love story } I felt hurt seeing him in pain, pain, which wasn't so obvious to him. // .... Emotions overwhelming my unfaithful heart, I told him, "Assalam Alaikum, Ammar... your hand..." And they came covering us, maybe he didn't hear me. We walked towards the car, my attention on his bruised hand. Before we entered I took the first aid box. He stood there, tall, eyes ~ deep enough to drown me. He made my heart mad and it shivered as I neared him. I saw him grin and he let out a chuckle, and I asked him, terrified but fearless, "Why are you laughing ?" He turned to give me a closer look, his cold eyes examining every detail of mine and finally he spoke in his heavy Emirati accent that blew my senses, with a smirk alongside. What attitude !!! "Am I the doctor or you ? -I gave him a sideways death glare- And I told him, "I'm your wife," He raised his eyebrow side ways and I raised mine sideways too. And he talked again, burning what remained of me, my ears curious to listen to him. He told me to get in the car bluntly. I denied !! This time I wasn't going to listen to him. And he stared at me - his eyes speaking a lot yet they were so quiet. I saw him take a sigh of defeat! He moved up to me, close... closer.... bridging the gap that let air pass between us. And my fragrance blended in his enchanting one. *Takes a deep breath*

[MAFIA FICTION] ___________ "Look what we have here.. " He spoke, smirking, in his deep sensual voice that made me skip few heartbeats and my breath. The way his voice teased me, showed he knew how bad I'm craving it. I covered my burning red face, squirming, shyly. "Oh No, No, baby , if you do that, how will I get a view of the moment that I waited for so long, my Blossom" he whispered, pinning my hands over my head firmly, positioning himself between my legs once again to have a view of me under his dominance and control. His intense stares made me go crazy. I could feel my heart pounding on trampoline in my chest. I couldn't believe this breathtaking inked God was so close to me, in such an intimate moment that I only dreamt of.. Thinking of all this made me bit my lip and look away in overwhelming shyness. He grabbed my face with his hand made me face him, "If my baby looks away one more time, I'll have to reconsider the reward. I want you to look at me and only me... Am I clear, Blossom?" he spoke, his voice producing a sense of vibration throughout my body everytime he spoke. ____________