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In which Formula One team principal for Williams, James Vowles falls in love with a woman who hates the billionaire culture of the sport. A FORMULA ONE BOOK JAMES VOWLES X FEM OC Book cover by @SuspiciouslySav I only own my characters, lines and scenes. everything else belongs to their rightful owners.

In which a young woman battles and fights for her life to get in to the prestigious world of Formula One amd eventually succeeds. A FORMULA ONE BOOK Cover by @ItsTotallyNotSav Female Driver OC (No love interest) I only own my characters, lines and scenes. Everything else belongs to their rightful owners.

In which a Formula three driver falls in love with a girl who is incredibly stubborn A FORMULA THREE BOOK OLLIE BEARMAN X FEM OC Book cover by @SuspiciouslySav I only own my characters, lines and scenes. everything else belongs to their rightful owners.

In which a Formula One World Champion finally finds that missing piece of the puzzle. A FORMULA ONE BOOK LEWIS HAMILTON X FEM OC Cover by @AwkwardGenz I only own my characters, lines and scenes. everything else belongs to their rightful owners.

"But I'm your-" "I'm your what?!" He cut her off. She flinched at the acidity in his voice. "My wife?" He scoffed inching in on her until he was arms length. His eyes bored into the depths of her soul. He slurred the words with venom dripping from his tone. "You're only a signed contract, nothing more!" * * * "What's that shit doing on your face? you better remove it! you can't be walking on the streets of Chicago wearing that, this isn't your filthy Pakistan!" he ruthlessly spoke with disgust. "You mean my veil?" She questioned with fear placing a hand on her Niqab. "If it isn't obvious" "Please, don't call it that, it's my veil, my identity" "I'm sorry what?" "I can't remove it Saahir, p-please don't make me do this, its a part of me" she begged on the verge of tears. "I said take it off!" He yelled in a deep menacing voice and pulled it off her face throwing it mercilessly on the floor. Fresh tears pooled from her eyes Frustration built through him. He grabbed her shoulder and forcefully dragged her pushing her onto the floor. The floor hit Meeza harder than she had expected. "Oww" she yowled as the pain shot through her shoulder. Highest rank #1 IN SPIRITUAL Always in the top 15 Alhamdulillah #notyouraverageclichèbook. First published on 4th February 2018

My mom tells me to never think about it but how can I not when it's right there infront of me. My dad tells me to forget about it but how can I when it's a part of me. My brother calls it cool and my sister says let it be. They only start understanding though is when their chosen husbands for me...never reply back. Until a quirky, clumsy and not to mention handsome Asher comes along....but in the end we all know, no man wants a woman with a left foot missing.... #thebigmuslimwriterscontest2016 Currently under editing***

[Reached #1 in Spiritual] He stands there tall, but not the same man I saw yesterday. This man had his shoulders slouched, he was heaving up and down. Not strong and confident as his usual self. His back was to me but he was facing the large office wall that's made out of glass. He leaned closer to the glass and put his head against it. His right hand joined and the glass started fogging. His breathing slowly blurring out the lively New York City. "Mr. Saleh?" I Whispered. He sighs heavily and turns around. I was shocked. His eyes were puffy and red. A fresh tear was slowly making its way down his cheek. He cleared his throat and clenched his jaw. "What?"

When italian mafia falls in love with an indian singer The sound of his phone ringing makes me back away as I look at his phone lying on his bed. But he grips my jaw forcing me to look back at him. "Focus on me." He says as his lips starts peppering kisses along my jaw. "But your phone..." "Leave it." He says his voice having that timber making me more wet. He places a kiss at the junction of my neck and shoulder. I sigh and lean into him enjoying this way too much. His hand holding me up moves down and cups my ass while the other grazes my breast ever so lightly in a feather touch. I bite my lip to stop my moan threating to escape as he continues his ministrations, moving his fingers lightlty around my nipple making them hard as now they can be felt through the clothing. ........................................ He didn't knew her name nor did he saw her face. All he heard was her mesmerizing voice. The voice which had the power to soothe him, to make his thoughts still and his heart skip a beat. That's how beautiful her voice was and after hearing her all he wanted was to have her for him, to have her sing only for him. She lit a dark desire in him which made him yearn for her without even knowing anything about her.

''Whatever, so how do you say you're so cool Amal?'' Suddenly a bright smile appeared on his face. Was he that happy to teach me Italian? ''Mi sto innamorando di te, Amal. (I'm falling in love with you, Amal)'' I sat up and looked at him, ''Wow, that sounds so beautiful!'' He nodded at what I said. ''Mi sto innamorando di te, Fabio!'' I shouted loudly. *** Amal Saleh is an ordinary 21 year old woman who hates her life. All her friends succeed with their goals but she failed school because she couldn't concentrate on her studies with the chaotic family she lived with. She lives in a small apartment where she sometimes can't even pay the bills. She works in a Production Company and they all treat her like she is useless, but everything changes when the famous actor Fabio De Feo shows up. Fabio De Feo is one of the most famous actors and richest men in the world. He has been cast in many famous movies, tv-series and ads that have gone crazy popular. Every company fights to hire him and every actor wishes to work with him. When he decides to work with Capital Productions for a new movie he meets Amal Saleh, a woman that will make him feel the feeling of love. *DISCLAIMER* 𝘔𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘐𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘮, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘚𝘰 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘮 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴. 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵. *Updating from time to time.*