"I know that we will never be a real couple, but we can at least be nice to each other Aneel" I told him. I've had enough. Tears were starting to prick my eyes, but I didn't let them fall. He looked over at me in a weird expression. Like if I died in front of him, he wouldn't care. "You don't get it, do you?! I. will. never. love. you! I will never care for you. You wait, every day, for me to come home and have dinner with you like normal couples do- you are pathetic. You are nothing! Absolutely nothing to me. You are not even worth my words. You are a loser who has nobody- your parents? They are just like me. They knew that you were worthless and wanted to get rid of you" he said angrily. I was not angry at him. He was telling the truth. I'm nothing. Never was, never will. I nodded. He was right. He was so damn right. Sahra Ali is eighteen years old when she gets married. It was not a marriage out of love, no, she was forced into it. Shre grew up being abused. Her parents sold her for money. No parent would do that, so are her so called parents her real parents? She is trying to survive this marriage, because she believes in Allah and knows that He had a good reason that He gave her all these pain. Aneel Osman is a badboy who wants nothing to do with Islam. He was a muslim when he was younger, but when something bad happened, he blamed Allah for it. Deep inside he knows that it is wrong, but shoves that thought away. He began doing the things Allah prohibited. There was no one to hold onto or to pull him out. He kept falling and falling. And when he has to deal with that girl his parents wants him to marry, he is losing himself more and more. Read the description in the book for the fully version! This is a short draft! ~ Salaam guys, this story is edited! Almost everything has CHANGED and it is now a mature story. I like how it turned out. Thank you for all your support! It still contains small grammar mistakes. You have been warned:)

A yandere DSMP x Reader. "Your like a drug to me you've made me addicted and now I can't get enough" "These people don't love you like I do " "Why can't you just see stuff from my perspective?" "Say you love me back please just say it..."

quackity was having one of his 'normal' nights, getting yelled at by his dad and sobbing into his pillow after. but this time, he got a call from someone trying to talk to him about something random. he cried and told his story to the person and they listened. the mystery man soon to be named as wilbur asked for quackitys number to check in everyday, and now maybe quackity has something, someone, to look forward to in life. তততততততততততত highest ranks: #4 on alexquackity #11 on karlnap #1 on quackbur

I DID NOT DRAW THE COVER ART. COVER ART BELONGS TO COLLIES_CREATIONS ON FURAFFINITY.NET WOF one shots. Contains my own ships. Ships I won't do: Starspeaker, Pertle, anything with Whirlpool

Tommyinnit wakes up to a strange new world, where zombies roam the earth and alive humans are scarce. He has awaken in a strange forest with no memory of who he is and what he has become. Body covered in scars, unable to die, and not hungry for anything but flesh. He aslo adopts a raccoon :3

The sbi live all alone out in the forest away from everyone and everything. Happy to not have to deal with anyone. Things seem just as they normally do before philza begins acting a little strange with his dear death, almost unafraid of her.

This story was inspired by "Flowers From 1970" but is NOT the same Writter-Lapis

A Technoblade x F.Reader Royalty Au This story is based of c.Technoblade I am writing this without a plan or something so updates are random and whenever I have ideas. Thank you for reading. :) <3

Credit to: blublu_by They are on YouTube

Welcome to a DreamSMP & MHA/BNHA crossover, this was inspired by @gambl1ngqu3en [Thank you @ZeyWyran for finding it]. This is my first attempt at writing to apologies for bad plot, writing or characters acting out of character. Hope you enjoy it nonetheless, thank you for reading!