Two lands, one much richer than the other. A betrothal is suggested. Wolfe and Raven are to be married, or at least that is what Sparrow believes when she arrives to wish her sister well. The betrothal is broken and Sparrow is bound by honour to find another solution to unite the two lands. An offer is given but she is too stubborn to accept. But she may have met her match. Wolfe will do anything to get his own way. Their story is only just beginning... 28/12/16 #2 highest rating (Book One of the Honour series)

Nadia Suleiman had everything planned-her wedding, her future, her life. Until the man she was meant to marry disappeared... and took her dreams with him. Humiliated. Heartbroken. And left to pick up the pieces, Nadia swore she would never let love make her weak again. But fate had other plans. Nasir Razeen Al-Zahrani-self-made billionaire, a man of power, silence, and control-doesn't believe in coincidences. When Nadia walks into his world, broken but unbowed, something about her pulls him in... dangerously. He doesn't chase women. He doesn't lose control. And he definitely doesn't fall. But for Nadia? He might just rewrite every rule he's ever lived by. Because some love stories aren't chosen... They're destined.

She carried a love she never spoke of. Hidden in stolen glances, in the quick flutter of her heart, and in quiet duas only Allah knew. But life doesn't always give us what we hold onto. Sometimes it breaks us first, only to shape us again. And in the silence of letting go, when she thought love had slipped away forever, another story was quietly unfolding... one built on patience, on prayers she never heard, and on the mercy of Allah who always gives better than what He takes. It is a story of longing and surrender, of unanswered prayers that were never unanswered at all, reminding us that sometimes the love we chase is not the love that was written for our soul. Dive into her story to taste the ache of loving and losing, to walk through the moments that felt like endings, only to see how every turn was carrying her closer to the goodness Allah had written all along. #1 in Islam- 18.06.26 #1 in faith- 22.06.26 #2 in longing- 28.06.26

Kyla never believed silence could feel this loud- until she found herself standing face-to-face with the man who ruined her. Ken grey. His eyes held rage, guilt, and something far more dangerous-regret. "Kyla," he breathed, stepping closer. She stepped back. "Don't. You already destroyed everything." But he didn't stop. He never stopped. "I'm trying to fix it," he said, voice low, trembling. "For once... let me." Her heart wanted to run. Her body refused to move. And he was close-too close. "Kyla," he whispered again. "If love and hate brought us here... then fate isn't done with us." She hated how her breath hitched. She hated how he noticed. And he did notice-because his voice softened dangerously. "I'm not letting you break alone anymore." Her heart betrayed her first. Her eyes betrayed her next. But her voice... her voice stayed strong. "You don't get to choose for me anymore," she whispered. He gave a faint, painful smile. "Then choose me... or destroy me. I'll take either." When love is poisoned by betrayal, the heart becomes its own battlefield. Kyla thought marriage would save her... Instead, it dragged her into a world where secrets cut deeper than wounds. And when Ken discovers the woman he's been breaking... is the same sister he once swore to protect- everything explodes. Will Kyla survive the truth? Or will love destroy them both?

"Salim, you're scaring me," she said quietly. He shook his head quickly. "I'm not trying to scare you." "Then what are you doing?" His voice lowered. "We need to do this." Ikram stared at him. "Do what?" Salim swallowed. "We need to make sure they can't separate us." Her confusion deepened. "How?" He looked at her directly. "We need to sleep together." For a second... Ikram thought she misheard. Her face slowly changed. "What?" Salim stepped closer again. "If we do it... if you get pregnant..." Her eyes widened. "They won't have a choice," he continued quickly. "Our parents will be forced to let us marry." The silence that followed felt heavy. Ikram stared at him like she was looking at a stranger. "Salim..." she whispered slowly. "Tell me you're joking." He shook his head. "I'm serious." Her stomach twisted. "You're serious?" "Yes." Ikram took a step back. "No." Salim moved forward again. "Ikram, listen-" "No." Her voice came out stronger now. "Salim, that's insane." "It's not insane!" "Yes it is!" He grabbed her wrist suddenly. "We don't have time!" Ikram pulled her hand away immediately. "Don't touch me!" Salim's frustration grew. "You said you love me!" "I do!" "Then prove it!" Ikram stared at him in disbelief. "Prove it?"

She was never meant to be free. She was meant to be his. "You do," Laith said quietly. "Because this world does not look at you the way I do." His hand reached out then-but slowly, deliberately-fingers barely brushing her wrist, as if asking permission even while claiming ownership. His grip was firm but careful, like she was something fragile and priceless all at once. "I won't let anything touch you," he continued, voice low. "Not words. Not intentions. Not people who think they're allowed to breathe the same air as you." Safa's heart raced. "Laith... that sounds like-" "Obsession?" he finished for her, eyes never leaving hers. "Yes." He adjusted her sleeve where it had slipped, the gesture so gentle it almost contradicted the weight of his words. "But understand this," he said, leaning closer-not threatening, not forceful-just there. "My control is not to cage you. It's to keep you safe. And my care?" A brief pause. "That is the one thing I will never restrain." His thumb brushed her knuckles once, grounding, steady. "You are Safa Al-Noori," he said. "And until the day your name changes-if it ever does-no one touches what is under my watch." She was promised to him before she was born. What began as a claim became an obsession. And by the time Safa Al-Noori meets Laith Al-Ansari, she is no longer just fate- she is his.

Aleeyeh set the tray down gently, careful not to let the cups clink. She had learned these small precautions-how to exist softly around him, how not to disturb the silence he lived in. Salman didn't look up. She stood there for a moment, fingers twisting into the edge of her sleeve. "I made it the way you like," she said softly. "Less sugar." That was when he spoke. "Aleeyeh." Her name sounded heavy on his tongue, like something he had avoided saying for too long. She looked up, hope rising before she could stop it. "You don't have to do this anymore," he said, finally meeting her eyes. His voice wasn't angry. That almost hurt more. "The effort. The trying." Her lips parted, but no words came. "I see it," he continued, measured, distant. "And I don't want it." A pause. Then, quieter-crueler in its honesty. "I will never love you." The room felt smaller. "I understand," she whispered, though her chest burned with the lie. As she turned away, Salman added, almost like a warning, "Stop waiting for me to change. You'll only hurt yourself." She walked out without another word, carrying her dignity like a fragile glass-unbroken, but trembling. ........ Aleeyeh was promised a marriage before she was old enough to understand what love meant. Salman was twenty-five when that promise was made-already in love with another woman, already tied to a heart that was not meant to be his forever. When duty binds them together, Aleeyeh enters the marriage with hope, patience, and quiet prayers. Salman enters it with silence. No love. No warmth. Only respect and distance. Living beside a husband who does not see her, Aleeyeh learns how lonely marriage can be. Ink of a Broken Vow is a story of patience, past love, and the quiet strength it takes to heal a heart bound by promises made too soon.

Her body shivered he could feel the fear in her, and could sense the tears already running down her cheeks. "Are you scared" "Please let me go" she said in a whisper her voice cracked. "Shh.... I haven't done anything yet, there's more to cry for, save your tears cause by the end of the night I promise, you won't have tears to cry with even if you want to". His lips hovered dangerously close to hers, not yet claiming, just tasting the tension. His other hand found her waist, gripping, keeping her against him as though the night itself might try to steal her away. ..... The sheet was stained with crimson. His chest tightened. "If there was blood then......." he turned to have a good look at her. this wasn't the girl,she wasn't the girl that insulted him last night she was different totally different fragile young..... Shock slammed into him, a truth so brutal he could hardly process it. He had taken the wrong one. The wrong girl. Before he could act, Isabella's body gave way. She collapsed off the side of the bed, a broken cry slipping from her lips. Instinct overtook him-he caught her before she hit the floor, his hands firm around her trembling frame. "Are you-are you okay?" His voice was hoarse, unsteady, nothing like the cold arrogance from seconds before. Isabella's tear-streaked face turned toward him, her eyes burning with fury and betrayal. She shoved at his chest with what little strength she had left. "Move away from me, you animal!" ........ a mistake that changed everything. Isabella Dela Cruz was 19 when her life crushed into a complete disaster as a result of a mistake, a mistake he made. RAFA'EL DE LUCA. a ruthless Mafia boss who crushed every soul that crossed his path without mercy. but this time he missed his target, and now they're bonded by fate.

Anwar was already moving toward her. "Anwar... don't," she whispered. His hand reached for her veil. She screamed, the sound tearing from her throat as panic took over. "Keep quiet!" he shouted, his voice thunderous, shaking the room. She fought back, pushing at his chest, struggling with everything she had. Fear made her hands shake, but she didn't stop resisting. Her breaths came fast and broken as she tried to escape his grip. his father's call came through and puts it on speaker. "What is happening there?" his father demanded. "Who is screaming like that?" Anwar didn't hesitate. "It's my wife-to-be." Nayara opened her mouth to speak, to scream for help-but Anwar's voice cut her off. "Stay quiet," he warned sharply. On the line, his father's voice exploded, ordering him to stop whatever he was doing. Anwar ignored him. Instead, he picked up his phone again and dialed another number. It rang twice. "Nayara?" her father's tense voice came through. "Where are you? Why aren't you home?" She tried to answer. "She's with me," Anwar said instead. There was a pause. "Who are you?" her father asked. "Her husband-to-be." "What nonsense is this?" her father snapped. Anwar's voice turned cold. "I don't have time. My father is on the line. I want to marry Nayara immediately." Both men started shouting at once through the speaker. Anwar leaned closer to Nayara, lowering his voice so only she could hear. "Tell him." She shook her head, tears filling her eyes. He raised his voice again. "I want her as my wife. Decide now." His father roared through the phone, furious, ordering him to step back. Anwar didn't move. "I'd rather touch her as my wife," he said calmly into the phone, "than do something I won't take responsibility for. If you refuse this marriage, don't expect me to change my mind." Nayara let out a broken scream. Her father's voice cracked as he demanded, "What do you want?" Anwar answered without hesitation. "Marry her to me. Now."