{ 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*

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.

[Completed] Chatting seems fun unless you are added in a wrong group by four famous boys who add random people in random group chats for fun. . . Let's see what happens when they add a quirky, sarcastic and most unpredictable girl named Leeha in their group chat. How she deals with four of them all alone and how they grow fond of each other. All of this will be revealed in this short story that's gonna show you how you can fall for a person even without seeing him/her. ** There can be bold language and mild cursing as well.

You said you loved me. You said you'd never leave me. You said we'll be together forever. Then why did you leave me alone? Didn't you love me anymore? Was I that bad of a friend? But I miss you 9/6/14 Short story #271 Teen fiction #987

[Book 1 of 'The Detective Dawud Chronicles'] "Everyone has three lives: a public life, a private life, and a secret life." Something strange is happening in town. People are getting hurt; people are dying. It all started from a book. [Highest Ranking: #91 in Mystery/Thriller]

|• H i g h e s t R a n k i n g #1 in Spiritual •| They didn't agree on much. In fact, they didn't agree on anything. They fought all the time and challenged each other every day. But despite their differences, they had one important thing in common. They were crazy about each other. "I thought you said, I wasn't your type. What changed?" The guy is unbelievable. "Well, that was a year ago. People change," he whispers the last part. He leans closer to my face and his dark green eyes meet mine. "You're not like the others. You're different in a good way." "Too little, too late, and a little too wrong. You're my boss and I'm your maid, to be more specific, your Muslim Maid. So don't fool me, because to you, I'm just a game, Mr. James." With that, I walked away from him. James Madison is the boss, who has everything he wants. He is careless. He never apologizes for his mistakes. But his world changes When he meets his Muslim Maid. Jasmine Jamal is his maid. A Muslim. Her parents died a long time ago. She lives with her uncle. She has one brother who she cares about. She doesn't want to fall in love or believe any of that. All she wants, is to support her little brother, but her life becomes worse when she meets James, her boss.

The random rantings of a Muslim teenage girl whisking away her woes and troubles on the oh so comforting digital pages of Wattpad. Expect randomness, thoughtful contemplations and the occasional "speaking-to-myself" montages. Step foot inside my digital journal and do not be afraid to laugh, cry uncontrollably or give a standing ovation (doing all of the above is also acceptable). Still interested? Well then read away! Yours Truly, -veil_24