when a rich spoiled bad boy Jeon Jung-hoon gets into an encounter with a Muslim girl and they become enemies so he bully her humiliates her and insults her in every possible way to make her lose her modesty and dignity, he bet on her that he will make her get on her knees for him like other girls he used to hangout with them but she remains firm on her Deen and it's teachings and keep her Tawakkul strong and it made him wonder and curious about her even more. The journey of Him " I don't believe in God " to " There is no God but Allah is the only one " she was the reason he found His right path and his Rab after losing her but His Rab will bless him with the most beautiful gift of his Life in an unexpected way.

Sequel of My Heavens Flower~ His Little Sunshine is a captivating tale that unfolds the lives of Abdullah's children, weaving a thrilling triangle love story intertwined with the chords of destiny. At the heart of the story is Mishel, the enchanting daughter of Mohammad Abdullah, who finds herself infatuated with Kim Taeyun, the university's heartthrob. Despite his charm that makes every girl swoon, Taeyun remains uninterested in love- Meanwhile, Lee Jeemin, the son of Abdullah's dear friend, has lovingly nicknamed Mishel "Sunshine." Their fateful first encounter occurs at a thrilling racing competition, where sparks fly the moment he sees her. For 22 long years, he has waited patiently for the moment he would meet her, and now that he has, it's love at first sight. In another corner of this intricate narrative, Ayaan, the son of Jeon Muhammad Abdullah, is determined to win the heart of a girl tied to his past. She is the daughter of a man who was once his mother's husband before their divorce. Ayaan embarks on a series of crazy endeavors, leaving her a heartfelt keepsake-a promise that she will wear it on their nikah day. With rich emotions, unexpected twists, and the beautiful entanglement of love, His Little Sunshine promises to keep readers on the edge of their seats, eager to discover how destiny plays its hand in the lives of these captivating characters.

They called him CHIMPANZEE. The most notorious, most unserious, and yet... the most unforgettable little Jeon. This is the story of Mohammed Ayaan, a boy of crooked grins, endless chaos, and a heart far softer than he'd ever admit. Between his father's roasts, his mother's quiet love, and a world that's about to change everything for him... his teen era begins here. Short. Sweet. Unfiltered. Welcome to the LITTLE JEON's world.

Detective Jimin Park is one of the best detectives Busan has, and his track record only solidifies the fact. But even his stellar record cracks when he encounters a brilliant criminal who keeps slipping right through his fingers while bringing down those no one dares touch, leaving chaos in their wake. To find the one who keeps getting away, he partners up with a therapist-a specialist in the field-and together, they chase after the little crumbs, slowly closing in on the slippery vigilante, only the crumbs that they pick up lead them to something much darker.

This story will find you when you will need it the most.

They say masks are for hiding faces but mine was for hiding a whole life.

Rivals in crime-solving clash and ignite a sizzling connection, unraveling secrets in a dangerous dance of undercover allure. Y/N, a sharp and guarded officer, is paired with Jimin, a free-spirited detective known for bending the rules. As they delve into a high-stakes case involving a dangerous criminal, they must confront not only the nefarious secrets of the criminal underworld but also the haunting shadows of their own past traumas.

UNFINISHED + DISCONTINUED "you're all mine; the hair, the lips, the body, it's all mine." highest previous rankings: - #1 in jimin - #1 in pjm - #1 in btsfanfic cover by: @TheChristianChimChim on Wattpad

"Despite 7 million colors being visible to the human eye, and 48 of your color pencils available for you to use, why are you only using the black, white, and red ones?" I looked down and tried to think of the answer. I don't know, maybe because black is my dark days lacking you, white is all the emptiness I felt, and red... Is the color of my bleeding conscience. As I don't want to let him down, I kept those answers to myself. And all I said was "You want me to start using other colors too?" "As much as I want you to start opening your heart, to the fact that you have many other people who loves you and cares about you, and that it's not only me." I froze as I am not able to give him an answer to that. I hate lying. But I hated disappointing him even more. started: 08/08/15 completed: 23/06/17