🎂✨ Aisha and Mubarak's daughter thought her birthday gift would be flowers, jewelry, or even a surprise party... Instead, she got her late mother's diary. 📖 Inside, she found the truth about a bubbly girl who lived life with joy... until that one unfortunate day that changed everything. Pain. Struggle. Injustice. Healing. "No, suicide is not an option... getting justice for yourself and those girls is what matters," Mubarak's words echoed through the pages. Now, years later, her daughter is the one reading the story - carrying her mother's voice, her scars, and her fight. 💔 This is not just her mother's diary. This is her legacy. ✨ "Behind every smile, there's a story untold..." Aisha was the girl who lit up every room with laughter, but one tragic moment shattered everything she thought she knew about life, trust, and love. Her diary isn't just her story-it's the story of every girl who's been silenced, broken, yet still searching for hope. But in the pages of her pain, a voice rises-strong, fearless, determined to fight for justice. This isn't just a diary. It's survival. It's courage. It's Aisha's truth. ****‎Aisha Isah gambo, a bubbly girl living life the way she deemed fit. ‎ ‎She lives every moment with a smile, every sorrow with joy. ‎ ‎Not until that unfortunate day that turned Aisha's life upside down, that killed that lively Aisha. ‎ ‎"I wish I wasn't born into the world, I wish there was no man on earth, by Allah had I known this was what will happen to me as a grown up I would have lived my life as a kid" Aisha said. ‎ ‎Justice for all those women out there who have been molested, some might heal, some might not. ‎ ‎"No, suicide is not an option, you are committing a huge sin by trying to kill yourself, Aisha getting justice for yourself and those girls is what matters" he looked her in the eye and calmly said. ‎ ‎Not all people are good, nobody is perfect but yes you can try to be good like Mubarak Um

⚠️This story is a work of fiction and explores themes based on cultural traditions, emotional struggles, and personal transformation. She stormed out to the garden. "Say something!" she snapped, eyes burning. "Or are you still playing that 'I'm-too-pure-to-talk' game? Still pretending to be holy?" And that's when Raif moved. Fast. Zariah didn't even have time to blink before her back hit the nearby pillar - not hard, but firm enough to freeze her breath. His hand gripped her waist tightly, the other at her wrist, locking her in place. His chest pressed to hers. His face was inches from hers. His voice was deep. Controlled. But deadly serious. "It's no longer like always, Zariah." Her lips parted. "I used to ignore you because I knew my limits. I'm not like those men who flirt and sin and call it love. I feared Allah more than I ever desired you." His eyes narrowed, dark fire glowing behind them. "I didn't punish you back then because I respect women - even when they spit venom. I kept my mouth shut, not because I was weak... but because you weren't my mahram. I had no right to look at you, touch you, even speak without reason." He leaned closer, and she could feel his breath brush her cheek. "But now..." His grip on her tightened, and her body trembled - not from fear, but from the intensity in his words. "Now you are my wife. Now, you belong to me. Halal. Lawful. Mine." Zariah tried to turn her face away, but he caught her chin, tilting it back to him. "Now I can do anything I want. I can touch you. I can silence your insults without guilt. And I can show you what it means to be owned in a way that'll make you crave it again." His lips brushed her neck, just for a second - before he bit her. Not soft. Not brutal. But just enough to sting, enough to leave a mark. Zariah gasped, frozen. He pulled back just a little. "This-" he said, brushing his thumb over the fresh mark on her neck, "-is the first of many."

From Wattpad to WEBTOON! Experience BITE ME like never before-now live on WEBTOON as Love Bites! Dive into unexpected twists and thrilling romance in any format you like. Werewolves and vampires don't mix, or that's what Kieran Callisto, a seventeen-year-old vampire, has believed all his life - until he falls for the Alpha's son. ***** When Kieran meets his new classmate, Mason Kane, he bristles with an unexplainable disdain. Soon it becomes apparent why: Mason is a werewolf. But when a fight turns into a sudden kiss that neither expects, Kieran's feelings for Mason turn to attraction in an instant. None of it makes sense - vampires and werewolves are supposed to be mortal enemies, so why does Kieran find Mason so irresistible? He knows that each kiss is dangerous, each bite is unpredictable...

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They say love is eternal. They lied. Five thousand years ago, in the golden sands of Arabia, there lived a man named Ashraf - a warrior, a poet, a lover. His heart belonged to a woman so pure, so breathtaking, that even the gods grew jealous of what they could never have. But envy is a cruel thing. It slithered through the winds of fate, and in one brutal night, Ashraf's world turned to ash. The woman he loved... gone. Stolen by betrayal, swallowed by death. He prayed. He begged. He screamed until his throat bled. But when the heavens offered him no mercy, Ashraf turned his rage to the shadows. He made a vow - a curse whispered into the underworld - and gave away his soul for a single promise: To find her again. To love her again. Even if it meant becoming a monster. And so Ashraf died... and Azrael the demon was born. For five thousand years, he roamed the dark, waiting. Watching. Burning. In the underworld. Until Lena - a girl with trembling hands, a lonely heart, and a foolish belief in magic - whispered an ancient spell she never thought would work. The ground trembled. The air cracked. And in that single, blinding moment, their worlds collided. She wanted love. She got him instead. And now she has to complete a love story she never started.

𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕗 𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕨𝕠 𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤. 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕨𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕗 𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕨𝕠 𝕝𝕚𝕡𝕤. He turns towards me slowly and a smile begins to form on his lips, "Just the woman I was looking for." "I sure wasn't looking for you but it seems like you've threatened my friend," I say mocking his smile. "Habibti be reasonable here, she threatened me first." "I don't care if you're my fiancé or not , I will kill you. You don't mean anything to me, I don't even know you." His smile turns into a scowl, "Now, now, Habibti don't be mean." ⚠️Not edited yet, sorry for any confusion ⚠️ {started on June 5th, 2022} 🥇in #Saudi (June 8th 2022) 🏅 20 in #Islam (July 24th 2023)

Branson Williams, it's his last year in school, and he finds out who his mate is this year. He is openly gay, so he's not surprised when his mate turns out to be a guy, but he is surprised when the guy he can't stand the most is his. Noah Everett is stepping into his Alpha role, still no sign of a mate. He grew up his whole life assuming his best friend would be his, and when the time came it showed that she wasn't. But her annoying little brother? The boy he can't stand? Turns out to be his mate. How the hell are they suppose to make that work?

"I am ready but there is only one problem that my month has come". She said while controlling her smile. Abhirath asked in confusion "what? month?? What is that". She blushed-"monthly bleeding problem don't you even understand this, then how will you handle the whole kingdom". Abhirath looked at me with disgust. Abhirath provoke: she has big mouth to tell me such thing without feeling shy. I ordered-"come and sleep". Verenya provoke: I laughed in my heart and swear against him that I will gonna make him regret for this marriage... Yes i can't hurt him physically because i care for Bundi but i can tease and torture him. I giggled. I took other side of the bed and fall asleep. Next day Verenya provoke: I wake up early in the morning and saw Abhirath sleeping peacefully and calmly. I didn't understand how can he looks so calm while he was sleeping. Suddenly one idea popped in my mind and I giggled. I try to look for any paint but there was nothing in room. Only items and flower petals were in the room. My eyes fall on my 'vermilion' box and I run towards my dressing table and took half of it into a plate and added water in it and it become bright red colour. I slowly walked towards him and start making ugly drawing on his face through my fingers. Made few circles on his cheeks and red dots on his nose and wavy lines on his forehead after doing so much to him i couldn't able to control my laugh and i took my vile and left for bomb to explode. ______________________________ "There is only one happiness in this life, to love and be loved." In this story u will see : How unexpectedly one daring princess fall in love with the prince who want her in exchange of her kingdom. Lets see how these two stars will meet and how they are destined to destiny. ❤

[A Muslim's Love Story] "Just one second. Just one slight mistake of looking back again, was enough to have me thunderstruck. Awed. Those are not any eyes. Those are emeralds." ~~~ Leen is a girl who's always been dreaming of a love story like those she reads about in books and watches in Korean dramas. What if she really gets to live her very own love story? What if she experiences the kind of love you can't even imagine any deeper than? Will that be it or will she learn something else? Is there something deeper than what you see? It's a story about ultimate love, gain and loss, sacrifice, happiness and tears. It will keep you hopeful that someday you should meet your Mr./Mrs. Right. Just trust Allah, and be as good as you want your partner to be. At last, every girl deserves her own Adam.

𝘈 𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘏𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘭 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦-𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺. • Halimah. Hassan. Their initial encounter was not their first as they had met before, though it did not feel like that in the beginning . Halimah's heart fluttered with the unfamiliar sensation of attraction, and her thoughts wandered to this enigmatic 'stranger' who had stirred her emotions. As days turned into weeks , their paths continued to intertwine, like two lost stars drawn towards each other in the vast night sky. In the end, it was a journey of love for the sake of Allah, filled with struggles that tested its strength. But is love truly enough?