At eighteen, Maryam is a firecracker. She has a sharp mouth and an even sharper wit, though her family loves her for her honesty. Her life revolves around her obsession with culinary arts she doesn't just want to cook, she wants to revolutionize the food industry and own a world-class restaurant. Maryam was a skeptic of romance until she met Alamin. She gave him her heart completely, only to have it shattered when she caught him in the arms of her best friend. That betrayal turned her heart to stone. She made a vow: Love is a distraction I can no longer afford. As Maryam tries to bury her pain in her recipes, her world starts to crumble. Family secrets begin to leak out financial struggles, hidden pasts, and rivalries create a storm of drama at home, making her dream of opening a restaurant feel further away than ever. Enter Fareed, a 26-year-old architectural prodigy. As the eldest son of a powerful family, he is used to being in control. He is cold, commands every room he enters, and possesses a tongue just as sharp as Maryam's. When their paths cross, it's instant friction. Fareed finds her stubborn....Maryam finds him arrogant. However, Fareed sees a spark in her that he can't ignore. For the second time in his life, the man who is a no-nonsense falls hard. Together, they face many challenges on their journey.

"P-p-please.." My voice was a jagged, stuttering mess. I frantically clawed at the basement floor, trying to scramble backward, but my limbs were shaking too violently to find traction. Tears cut through the dirt on my face as I stared up at his towering silhouette. "I-I-I'm sorry... I-I p-promise, ! D-don't do this, p-p-please!" Adrien stood completely unhurried, his sapphire eyes dead and hollow. His violence wasn't a fit of rage; it was a cold, calculated execution. He stepped forward, pinning my left leg flat against the concrete with his crushing weight, and brought a solid iron rod down directly onto my kneecap. Crack. An explosive, white-hot agony shattered my mind. I let out a blood-curdling shriek that bounced violently off the walls, my entire body convulsing. "A-A-Adrien! S-st-stop! I-I'm b-begging you!" I screamed, sobbing so hard I choked. Without a word, he lifted the rod again and shattered my right kneecap. I collapsed onto the freezing floor, my teeth clicking violently from the absolute shock. Before I could pass out, Adrien knelt over my trembling form. He shattered a thick sheet of glass against the table, holding a razor-sharp shard in his gloved hand. "You forgot whose name you carry, my dear," he whispered softly. "Let's make sure you remember." He pressed the jagged glass deep into the bare skin of my shoulder blade. I shrieked, my body locking into a rigid line as he began to deliberately engrave his name into my flesh. TRIGGER WARNING‼️‼️ This book is not ordinary dark romance novel . It contains sensitive themes , abuse , sexual assaults , murder and what not. READ WITH CAUTION ‼️‼️

𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐘 𓆩♡𓆪 ᴀ 𝚜ʟᴏᴡ ʙᴜʀɴ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ 𓆩♡𓆪 She missed her flight and ended up in a foreign land. He had no intention of tying himself to anyone - until destiny did it for him. Zareen, a girl lost in Arabia after Umrah, finds herself in the care of a quiet, guarded man. Taimoor never imagined marrying a stranger, but when circumstances force their nikaah, neither of them knows how fate is gently weaving their souls together. In a world away from home, hearts find a home in each other. This isn't just a marriage. It's something written long ago- 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲.

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝. Book One: Tantalization Book Two: Enticement (upcoming) explicit smut in my very dark books, be aware of what you're reading.

𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐝. I'm in love with him but he's in love with my younger sister and has made that painfully clear to me. "Who are you in love with?" I ask softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm in love with Isabella, your sister. She's the only woman I truly care about," he admits, revealing his feelings for my younger sister after we had just gotten married, it hasn't even been twenty-four hours. "I'll fulfill my role as your husband, but don't expect any love or affection. This marriage is just an agreement between our families, nothing more. Do you understand?" His words are cold, piercing through me like arrows. I fight back the tears threatening to fall and manage to reply, "I understand." But my pain would not last long, not until I meet Mr. Russo, Marcello's father who was that head of the Mafia, a dangerous and powerful man who stole my heart.

Hana doesn't speak much. She just reads. Every Thursday, she sits in the corner of Alif Corner behind her niqab, a hazel notebook in her hands and eyes that have carried more silence than words. Rayyan owns Alif Corner. He doesn't speak much either. He just notices. The way she sits in the same spot. The way she holds a book like it's the only thing keeping her steady that day. So he starts leaving notes in the books he sets aside for her. He never signs them. He never approaches her. Hana doesn't know who writes them. But she keeps every single one, folded carefully like a treasure, Because after a betrayal that left her heart guarded and her name spoken in whispers, these small, unsigned words are the only things that make her feel seen again. Rayyan doesn't know she keeps them. He doesn't know she rereads them on the nights her own home feels heavy. He only knows that her calm deserves to be protected, not disturbed. What begins as silence slowly becomes something else. A connection built in glances, in shared books, in prayers whispered at 2 AM. It's not fast. It's not loud. But it's real. This is a story about a love that never needed to be spoken. About patience that outlasts doubt. About two people brought together by qadr, when neither of them was looking. But some promises aren't meant to last a lifetime in this dunya. Some are meant to leave a legacy that does. It begins with a note left on a shelf. It ends with a heart that learned to trust again - even after goodbye. ••••••• " Threads of Qadr In Love " is a story about healing in quiet places, about faith that holds you when you can't hold yourself, and about love that doesn't need to be spoken to be felt. #1 in niqabi - 14.05.2026 #1 in bookshop - 01.06.2026 #1 in bookshop - 30.06.2026

''Run, little mouse. Run. If I catch you I fuck you.'' ''I don't even know your last name.''

He cupped my face-And KISSED me. Rough. Cold. Possessive. His mouth crashed into mine like he'd been waiting forever. And mine? Too stunned to fight back. I shoved him away as soon as my brain caught up. "Zayden-what the fuck?" My fingers flew to my lips, still tingling, already dry. "You're seventeen!" "Eighteen." "Oh well, that makes it fine," I snapped. "You just stole my first kiss." We were still alone in the bloody lift. Every button lit up. Of course he'd pressed them all to trap me in. His eyes gleamed. "Wait-you've never kissed anyone before?" "Oh, for fuck's sake." I slapped my forehead. "I am not a bloody cougar." This was not how I pictured it. Not my first kiss. Not stolen in a lift that stank of cigarette and teenage arrogance. Not with someone still in school, while I had a bloody degree.

*UNDER CONSTRUCTION* | Sequel to The Dynasty We Built | I tuck Luna into bed for the first time. The kiss I place on her cold forehead sends a shock through me. "She's more like you than you think." I look over my shoulder to see Maya leaning against the door frame. "She has your looks though." I said. "But even after I left, I still saw you in her. Her personality, her attitude." She said, placing her hand on my shoulder. "She made me feel closer to you, no matter how far." ________________________________________ ~Maya Castillo~ Maya has spent the past 5 years with her daughter, Luna, and being the CEO of her family's company in California. When she has to return back to New York to work in person with her brother, she runs into her ex-boyfriend, Noah Slade. With tension growing between them and a new fire built inside herself, heaven is found where hell used to be. ~Noah Slade~ After losing his love, Noah has spent the past 5 years growing his businesses and mafia. When he runs into Maya one day, he finds out he has a secret daughter. Trying to reconnect their family, he sees Maya has a new side to her, and he falls harder than he did the first time. ~ H I G E S T R A N K S ~ #8- ongoing 8/25/22 #16- interesting 9/10/2022 #1- ongoing 10/31/2022 #7- maya 5/3/2025 #2- maya 5/4/2025 #6- noah 5/5/2025 #6- bad 5/5/2025 #1- maya 5/9/2025

✥ The Mob Boss & His Therapist ✥ [part one/ unedited] BEING EDITED FOR FURTHER PUBLISHING Rafael Rossi, a glass like fragile Italian mob boss, who has sworn to never let anyone on his demons that have only resulted him post traumatic stress disorder. He had one promise, to make those bleed who have made him bleed and his biggest motive being to never let anyone on the pain he has been carrying in his heart that has been bleeding for stitches till this day. He had grown out of love with the concept of love which had him only suffer. Little did the heartless mob boss know he would find someone who knew him more than he knew himself. Ravenna Romano, a kind & loving therapist, who had made a mission to help others escape their pain and make them fall in love with the idea of love once again. Losing her baby brother, Beau, at a young age had given her the curse of a bleeding heart which after a long toll, she learned pain can be only subsided by love. She knew darkness can only be taken away by the light of hope. Hope of a new fresh start. But she did not know that she would be helping the heartless Italian realise that his heart was waiting to be healed. Little did she know that she was going to be the therapist of Rafael Rossi. But would she be able to be his remedy when she choose the sweetest words to heal his brittle heart when he choose the most poisonous actions to break it. ﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎ "Mr.Rossi I really need you to open up to me for our sessions to work." She said in her sweet innocent voice as he felt himself rage at her pointless efforts on healing something that doesn't exist. "How about you start by opening up to me?" He asked while his eyes traveled down her ripe body. "Mr.Rossi, I don't understand." The caring heart of the therapist spoke as she felt his greedy gaze upon her untouched shrine . "Open up your legs Ms.Romano."