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Now We Realize by Writing_Is_My_Bae
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Reached #6 in spiritual in (3/2/15) Sometimes it's not that two people aren't right for each other. It's more like the timing wasn't right. Fatima Mansur is 17 years old girl who is smart and alone. Her dad raped a women 18 years ago and that woman was Fatima's mom. she died when Fatima was only 3 years old, Now Fatima's life is.................................... You can't describe it that's how bad it is. She Lives with her evil step-mom and her daughters. They beat her up everyday and her dad doesn't care about anything. She never had a choice . But what happens when this horrible family lose their business and a young wealthy man wanted to marry one of their daughters and on the wedding day then one he wanted to marry run away with unknown guy. Now Fatima is forced to marry this stranger. Meet Yameen Khalid a 20 years old. A drug addicted. Who only cares about money. His father is a wealthy man and he want his son to get married with one person in particular. But Yameen DON'T WANT to get married. Even if dose he's only doing it for the money. What will she do? Will she have a choice? What about her dad? Will Yameen overcome the issue of his drug addict? How will treat Fatima?
The Truth Hurts by silasbleu
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Drama, mystery, romance and blood all tossed into a blender. Welcome to Riverside. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Featured by Wattpad Winner of The Fiction Awards 2016 Highest: #3 in Horror © 2016, Silas Bleu
His Muslim Maid by Writing_Is_My_Bae
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|• 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 Niqabi by Panda-licious
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Despite the lack of admiration that Mahmood Abdul Malik has never felt before, it is surprising to know that he is attracted to the wonderful, and opposite of him, Aisha Nur Aliyah, the only young niqabi in the neighborhood. A desire falls upon him. He wants to have her.. But paths in life is hard to predict. No one can guess what type of stone will be placed on the path. . . What will exactly happens when he tries to ask her for marriage? Well, it all depends on their fate. All rights reserved: © Pandalicious271 (E.N.H)
His Broken Soul by hanlovestowrite26
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[Reached #1 in Spiritual] He stands there tall, but not the same man I saw yesterday. This man had his shoulders slouched, he was heaving up and down. Not strong and confident as his usual self. His back was to me but he was facing the large office wall that's made out of glass. He leaned closer to the glass and put his head against it. His right hand joined and the glass started fogging. His breathing slowly blurring out the lively New York City. "Mr. Saleh?" I Whispered. He sighs heavily and turns around. I was shocked. His eyes were puffy and red. A fresh tear was slowly making its way down his cheek. He cleared his throat and clenched his jaw. "What?"