Every night when the lights go out and the sea sets its journey to the shore, the images behind her eyes turn crimson with blood and ignite with the charcoal darkness. Every morning when the sun greets the sky hello, her daughter whispers goodbye in her ears and promises to come back again as her lissome fingers slip away with the early breeze. A story of brutal pain and an even more wicked truth.

She was in love with words she'd never spoken, places she'd never explored, people she'd never met, and a world that didn't exist. Yet, she didn't believe the truth he vocalized like lies. He despised every syllable she uttered, every place she marked with her soft steps, the people she tainted with her pure voice, and the world she imagined. Yet, he didn't know the secrets she hid behind her mesmerizing eyes. ****** The purest of hearts have endured the most pain. The kindest of souls have been wounded the greatest. The biggest of smiles have quivered the hardest. The quietest of eyes have cried the heaviest of tears. || A Wattpad Featured Story as of May 17th, 2018 ||

This is not a story but just a few random stuffs that I think almost all the wattpad readers over here face.. Also, it's not necessary that I personally experience everything I put up over here.. These are just relate-able facts of Wattpadians! ;)

No matter how close you are to them, there are certain things you just don't say. No matter how lonely you feel, there are certain people you just don't befriend. No matter how much you've fallen, there's always a guy you shouldn't give your heart to... Sadly for me, I learnt the last one only after I had gotten my heart broken. They say that you shouldn't look down upon anyone, or you will be put in their situation and made to experience the crisis. When I was fourteen, I had rolled my eyes at a girl who was sobbing histerically over a guy who liked her best friend. And I was probably paying the price for that now. However, I was trying my best to fit my feet in the shoes I had been given. I was trying and I was managing just fine. What I didn't need was a trouble maker who entered my life without permission. The guy who claimed to be bowled over by me, the one with a broken heart. Little did he know, I had entrusted myself to Al Malik, The Owner of me and my heart. And if he had to reach me, he had to do so by pleasing Allah. Which wasn't possible for a guy like him. Or so I thought.

( @crocodiletears did this cover) Aubrey finds himself risking his life in order to win the war. He was a Gunner, a warrior at heart, and would stop at nothing to help win the war. But he finds himself questioning his entire livelihood when he is saved by a group of Angels (Melek). He was saved by the enemy. Now he seems to question every aspect of his life, who he fears and trust, who he respects, who he loves, and what side he's willing to fight for.

"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

(Sequel to the Alpha's Mate) *Complete* "Leave me Alone! Give me Roman! I need him! Leave me Alone!" I cried. "Roman won't be able to help you now. He's gone. And he's not coming back. I told you. You guys will all pay. Now the time has come. I'll make it work." Brian sneered. Tears spilled out of my eyes, thinking of Roman. All the things Brian could have done to him. "Please. Just let me see him." I pleaded. "It's your choice. Don't worry. You'll be with him soon." Brian smiled. A wicked evil smile. "I'll find him. When I do, I'll kill you with my bare hands." I said gritting my teeth. "Whatever you say." Brian said before the whole world collapsed beneath me. Join Riley and Roman along with their friends in "The Alpha's Love." Hope you enjoy! ❤ ~There is strong language and mature scenes. Just a heads up. Enjoy!~

He painted. With art, he could define everything he was. She was not so much. She just watched him paint. ***** Eloine Pentaris has always been sure about only one thing-that Andrew Evanston is the love of her life. Too bad they've already broken up. Even worse that she still loves him the same. So when he suddenly leaves town, disconnecting himself from her and everybody else, what does she do? Of course, cry a pond over it at the park she calls her safe haven. Enters Cyan Davis, a new, mysterious boy in town, with tissues and heartwarming quotes to soothe the damsel in distress. Cyan has a secret that he doesn't tell anyone at school. He paints. To explore everything he is, to define every momentum he gains. She starts observing him everyday-painting alone by the river and wondering why he is so secretive about it. As she notices him painting with a talent like no one else in Islaire Town, she gets a little more attracted to him and his uniqueness, each day. Then one fine day he catches her noticing him. And their lives collide for a memorable journey. As eventually they come closer, get to know each other better, more things are realized than ever before. With both having stories to be told on their sides, their canvases are only about to get painted. ***** "For even his name hinted at the most beautiful part of art -colors. He was the bright ocean, his greenish-blue devouring waves had never failed to generate strong current inside her." Copyright © Deekshadreamz 2016 Thank you so so much to the talented @lincvinyl for this amazing cover..<3

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