{ Highest Ranking 👉🏻 #1 in Spiritual/ Islamic love story } I felt hurt seeing him in pain, pain, which wasn't so obvious to him. // .... Emotions overwhelming my unfaithful heart, I told him, "Assalam Alaikum, Ammar... your hand..." And they came covering us, maybe he didn't hear me. We walked towards the car, my attention on his bruised hand. Before we entered I took the first aid box. He stood there, tall, eyes ~ deep enough to drown me. He made my heart mad and it shivered as I neared him. I saw him grin and he let out a chuckle, and I asked him, terrified but fearless, "Why are you laughing ?" He turned to give me a closer look, his cold eyes examining every detail of mine and finally he spoke in his heavy Emirati accent that blew my senses, with a smirk alongside. What attitude !!! "Am I the doctor or you ? -I gave him a sideways death glare- And I told him, "I'm your wife," He raised his eyebrow side ways and I raised mine sideways too. And he talked again, burning what remained of me, my ears curious to listen to him. He told me to get in the car bluntly. I denied !! This time I wasn't going to listen to him. And he stared at me - his eyes speaking a lot yet they were so quiet. I saw him take a sigh of defeat! He moved up to me, close... closer.... bridging the gap that let air pass between us. And my fragrance blended in his enchanting one. *Takes a deep breath*

"Because you are death,love" "Wh..What do you mean ", She choked. "Didn't i tell you before, you are pain, suffering, a bad luck", He spoke knowingly causing her pain. Healing his wounds giving her new one's. She almost winced with how intense the pain in her chest was as a tear slipped her eyes. "So are you,Mr Umair Wali Khan;Pain, a lot and lot of pain",Her voice thickened with emotions. "Just for you love, just for you", He said as a smirk formed his lips, he leaned forward and continued, "but I'm not death, I'm not the reason my mother died"He said,wounding her beyond repair. "No..- , she said, as if begging him to stop.He leaned in till his lips brushed against her ear and whispered, " At least, I'm not a Murderer." DARK ROMANCE Umair Wali Khan has every thing people dream of, Wealth, Looks,fame, a girlfriend, Everything but peace. His peace stolen from him since he was 15, Now he lives with one purpose; to have revenge. Does revenge bring him peace or does something else?

Being a high school Muslim hijabi was already a lot to deal with but add a crazy life and it gets all too messy. Trust me Malak is a badass girl that doesn't take shit from nobody but there was only one person who got under her skin. Amir Khalid. Wherever she went they would always butt heads. She despised him and his fancy clothing and overly dramatic spending. Even though he was the only male Muslim in her school she figured she would never ever care for him as he frequently ignored her ever being unless he tortures her. She just knew that she would NEVER be interested.

The story of two best friends, Noha Ali and Maysa Malik, as they navigate through high school.

From opposite sides of the tracks comes a novel of two unprecedented lovers. Dunya Kareem and Cameron Miller are two individuals who are so confident about who they are, to the point where they feel nothing can stop them... until things do, that is. When all the circumstances are wrong, when vulnerability and need is great, it is only then, do Dunya Kareem and Cameron Miller truly understand the phenomenon that is love. A love between a devoted Muslim girl and an agnostic Non-Muslim guy that was once deemed impossible slowly becomes a reality. But life gets in the way of the guy who seldom thought from his mind, and the girl who seldom thought from her heart. But sometimes, that's the beauty of it; the worst possible situations can oftentimes bring out the best of people- or, is it rather the worst? All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2017

"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:)

In a corrupt community, young girls are sold to men as mere objects of pleasure and they are kept for as long as the men desire. But things take a turn when the spoilt son of a wealthy businessman crosses paths with an unfortunate girl forced into the twisted world of Baby Dolls. Baby Doll © Wonderwall123 2013 - 2014

Tasneem is a 17 years old girl with a good family, a best friend and a life considered as 'okay' and she is practically living her life, trying to get past the teenage years. But one day she hears that there would be a masquerade, and one of Tasneem's wishes in life was to experience and go to a masquerade. She knew it was haram, being the pious and practicing girl she was, but what happens when her best friend, who turns out to be a total different person than she assumed, drags her towards the party? What was the consequences? Was it worth it to listen to the devil, lie to her parents and then getting a photo of herself spread over the entire online world? Follow Tasneem on her own roller coaster through the hardest time of her life, when she gets home with only one shoe on.

"I love you, Ashton" I whispered to his sleeping face, being careful so he doesn't hear. Quickly kissing him on the cheek, I run away knowing that he can't know, and he will never know. I'm in love with my bestfriend. "Diana?" Ashton's voice stops me. Tears threaten to fall down, but I push them away. "Yes?" "Could you please call Mel?" He replies. I nod and walk away.