Love is Sacrifice. ❝ I don't love you and I never will, because I love someone else ❞ Ian said to Alison, his brows touched together as he looked at his wife. ❝ Who is she?❞ Alison asked as calmly as she could trying her best to keep her demeanor straight, trying very hard not to break down in front the man she has loved her entire life. ❝ Ashley, your sister❞ Ian said, almost inaudibly. His heart racing, eyes swimming with guilt. He looked at the woman he married again when she didn't reply for a long while only to find her staring at him with a blank expression. Her eyes so hollow that it made a pang of ache go through his heart. ❝ I'll help you win her over ❞Alison replied after a long while of silence, her complete life was turned upside down in a matter of second. Who would've thought that she would be having this conversation with the man she love, the man she was married to. 'I'll help him do so till he have her in his arms. I will do it even if it means I have to sacrifice my love for him.' She thought to herself. *** Join the journey of Ian and Alison, filled with mystery and love. This is my first official book on wattpad so please excuse my typos. *** (1st Draft) Published: October 26th, 2016 Complete : December 31st, 2017 *** Copyright © Aastha Mishra 2016

The athlete superstar, Luke Rivers, gets girls right and left because of his looks and charm. But, he's an asshole and a player who treats his "girlfriends" like games- new levels - and leaves them as soon as he gets bored. Claire Fisher, on the other hand, is the exact opposite. She's smart and flies under the radar, has never had a boyfriend or her first kiss, while everyone else is losing their virginity. But, she's smart with her moves too and knows how to tease. Will Claire be Luke's next victim or will he change just for her? "Luke, if you treat me like a game, you should already now that, I'll show you how its played. But, if you treat me like a queen, that's a different story."

Reece smirked, "Trust me Chloe, the good girl always falls for the bad boy." Chloe Armel is a good girl. She never gets in trouble, gets excellent grades and is loved by everyone. Enter Reece. Wild, badass and has an ego that honestly couldn't get any bigger. He gets into fights, breaks every single rule and couldn't care less about the consequences that come with it. When Chloe's parents leave to treat sick children in Cambodia for two weeks, she is forced to stay at her neighbour's house. Her neighbour has a son, and it's Reece Carter. Sneaking out. Parties. Drinks. Hash Brownies. Flirting. Breaking the law...and road trips. Add a few shots of Cupid's arrows and what have we got? No clue. All we know is, it'll be unforgettable.

"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:)

I stand there wide eyed and frozen where I am being held in place. The sounds of fists connecting on skin, cracking under his bloody fists. How can he be so cruel and heartless? Why doesn't he just leave me alone? "STOP PLEASE JUST STOP!" I hear myself scream feeling warm tears fall down my cheek. I couldn't bear it anymore. At the sound of my scream, he stops midair snapping his head towards my frightened one with a sadistic smirk. He does that every time someone begs. "Sorry Princess, I don't think I heard you?" He heard me, that's how he plays with people's emotions. "Stop just let him go he didn't do anything wrong." He stares at me blankly. His eyes show anger. "HE DID DO SOMETHING WRONG! HE TOUCHED YOU! NO ONE TOUCHES WHAT'S MINE!" I flinch from his screams, something I always do when he yells. "I'm... we aren't." I shake my head. "Say it. I WANT.TO.HEAR.YOU.SAY.IT!" I know what he wants me to say, I just couldn't. He notices that I am not going to say the three words he wants to hear. Turning to face his punching bag, he lifts his arm again, hatred in his eyes. "STOP! I -- I'll say it, just please stop. He's had enough." I say defeated. Dropping his arm, he drops him on the ground like a sack of dirt and stalks towards me as the arms that restrain me let go. "Tell me Princess. Tell me what I want to hear." he cups my face with his bloody hands. Staring into his cold-hearted eyes I let out a shaky breath "I -- I'm...only...yours." His lips curl up into a smile pulling me into his lips. Kissing me possessively, I shut my eyes tightly. Pulling away he goes back to a serious face. "You.Are.OnlyMine! Remember that. You belong to me. You know I will kill any guy that even thinks to look, speak or touch you. Do you understand me? I nod my head yes glancing over at the limp body on the ground then back at him. Stepping back, he turns and kicks him on his side making him spit blood out. "Next time you're dead!" ... I'm only his...

The HUNK, Brooklyn Fox has a sister, who has a PAST. A PAST she does not want to see or hear about. A PAST which ruined her life. A PAST which made her insecure. A PAST she is finally over with. But what happens when the PAST reappears? What happens when the PAST is shifting the NEXT DOOR? What if the Past is in form of a GUY? Will Blake Fox be able to survive the PAST or will she give in? |•}------------------------------------------------------{•| HE stands out like a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day. HIS words are as sweet as candy but his cotton candy words does not appeal to HER taste |•}------------------------------------------------------{•|

Highest ranking #29 in humor. Well it is a book of jokes which is meant to bring smile on your charming faces. Though these jokes aren't mine but i know they can accomplish project smile.. Credit goes to whoever made it.. Keep smiling ☺☺

"Friendship finds you when you are not searching it" ➡ This is a Story about the struggle to restore friendship. Where Edla, the protagonist seeks revenge from Rikki, the bad guy but later finds out that never was a bad guy but Percia... his love has just begin to move on with Seth. Edla helps Rikki and have a adventure in Washroom with someone, whom she likes but never found again. Debbie, the third bestie is heartbroken bcuz of Peter. He will never return, a note said but will he not? In all problems Besties Edla, Debbie and Percia stay strong and together? Or fall apart? ➡ Humor, Revenge tactics, Love stories and Nonsense would be the gist of the story! "We quote Chicks before Dicks" © 2016 Ravina Poojary

Highest rank : #33 in Mystery/thriller She slowly advanced near to me, closing the gap between us. She leant her body on me and her face was so close to mine that I could smell peppermint in her breath. Her nose softly brushed mine. I stood there stiff as if I had frozen. Starring deep in to her eyes was all I could do. Her upper face was hidden behind the party mask and so was mine. She came even more closer to me and I felt her soft lips brush over mine. She snaked her left hand around my neck. I was more than surprised seeing a girl do this, cause it was normally the boys who do this. I felt the wall behind me and realised that I was moving backwards. She caged me to the wall with both her hands and I was just staring into her hypnotic eyes. Again she advanced closer. She forcefully brought her lips to crush on mine as I shut my eyes tight waiting for the kiss. But hell, I felt something like handkerchief on my nose and mouth that smelt like some horrible chemical. I opened my eyes only to shut them again as she and everything before me went blur and ultimately dark. I knew this was too good to be true. If only I hadn't believed this girl. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . A unique story. With adventure, mystery, revenge, past, anger, love, fun, affection, enjoyment, humor and lot more. Would appreciate if you'll give it a try. Vote, comment and share.

He hesitates for a moment before looking intensely at me. "Okay, you can date me Mia. But you have to keep up." he smirks. "Oh, my dear," I say and scoff, "it is me you have to keep up with." {Amia, the quiet girl in class that no one notices, until Clayton. Clayton, school's resident Badboy. He will break hearts, wear leather and just generally be rude. But when the two meet and Clayton makes the fatal mistake of embarrassing Amia, she wants revenge. But maybe she's had better plans. Plans that don't include falling for the Badboy.}