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Zoya Anwar an innocent Muslim girl. She is hardworking, always smiling, and is always ready to help others. Men were all over her whenever someone saw her, she caught every man's attention. She has everything she needs in her life, a father, brother, sister, and stepmother. There is just one thing which she doesn't have in her life, love. Her stepmother never loved her once, she always felt alone but she had her father till one day he left her. She got lost, stopped smiling, and tried to be positive. She thought she would never have someone who would love her until she met him. He was gonna show her how it felt to be loved, he was gonna show her what she always wanted. Anthony Lopez son of a billionaire, and the best doctor. He started his career and opened his own hospitals and is now the youngest billionaire in the world. He is always cold, people say he is ruthless, but he doesn't care about what others say. He has everything a person dreams of, houses, cars, money, and women. He doesn't give chances and is always serious, women are ready to throw themselves to him. They are ready to be under him just for his money. He knew women were ready to be under him, that's why he didn't believe in love until he met her. He met the girl who would change him, who would love him and not his money. Join in their journey, of loving each other while fining out the deepest secrets and while facing problems that will lead them to happiness or sadness. Cover made by @_navyblueee_

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 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.