"I'm distracted from the boy I've bumped into when the world around me begins to change. The grey and white I've seen ever since I was born into this world slowly begin to bleed away, like rain drops sliding down a car window, being replaced with bright, bright pigments. They cover everything, bring to life the world around me. The gravel underneath my feet is no longer a dull grey, the sky is no longer white, the bricks of the buildings no longer black. They're different, beautiful, bright, extraordinary, breathtaking. Colors, I realize. These are colors." x Natalie Grayson has lived her whole life in black and white. She's been waiting to meet her other half- her soulmate- who will make both of their worlds burst in color. It's what she's been dreaming of ever since she was little. She wants to know what color is, how it feels, what it looks like, if it's really as amazing as everyone claims it to be. On her seventeenth birthday, while walking back home through a sketchy part of town, she bumps into a stranger. Before she can even apologize, the last thing she expected happens: the black and white of her world begins to bleed away and is replaced with something else. Colors. When she looks up, Natalie isn't expecting to lock eyes with a rebel. But she does. She also doesn't expect him to run away. But he does.

::WARNING:: If you do not like interracial couples, preaching for the black community, Autism (Aspergers) or cursing this book isn't for you. Some chapters are short. No further warning. ------ "Why is your butt so big?"

Pierce and Scarlett are two unique fragments who cross pathways in a low-end motel. He is running away from his haunted past, while she is trying to build a future from broken pieces. As the pair collides in a series of trying events, they must figure out if their differences are worth compromising. Is he worth the pain? Is she worth the risk? This is the story of how two fragments became one. How they overcome their fears and found hope in the least possible place. • Previously Featured on Wattpad •

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Candice Woods is not your normal freshman. She's a survivor of a dreadful past that she'll do everything in her power to conceal. Her earthshaking dreams are her motivator, and love is her absolute enemy. Until her life gets turned upside down the moment she meets The Folks- a group of related rich students - and she finds herself being sucked into their den, and to her horror, she starts falling for the worst of them, Dylan Evans. Dylan Evans is your ultimate bad boy. After his girlfriend's death, he becomes a walking corruption. Relationships are his least interest, much less love. The moment Candice forces herself into his life and starts breaking his rules, he's determined to diminish her walls, only to find himself pulling her inside his. And both of their worlds morph into blues. *This book includes explicit language and content. © 2017 by Raghdanezzat/ Raghda Nagy All rights reserved.

★ she loved mysteries so much that she became one herself Written and edited by Rukaya Mosavel. Copyright © 2019 All Rights Reserved.

Highest ranking, #1 in spiritual ( 10/7/2016 ) until ( 5/ 9/ 2016 ). How can you fix something that's already been broken, several times? I am damaged, used and repulsive... I am nothing, just simply unfixable. Or at least that's what people told me. I've kept to myself for a long time now until I met someone who is just as unfixable as me. I am Layla and this is my story. * Layla Joseph and Adam Hayek cross paths at the most unexpected time. They make a deal, they decide to get married for their own selfish reasons. Put two strangers in one house and see what happens... one of them is a first class bipolar asshole who has no faith left, while the other one is a sweet, fragile girl with baggage in the form of a little angel, who happens to be strengthening her faith. Both are broken... unfixable they say and both have a past that haunts them. A marriage of convenience is what they had in mind... But will there be more or will they let their pasts get in the middle and drive them away from each other, leaving them yet again unfixable? ******* Romance/Spiritual Warning! This book will most probably contain mature language at some point. This book is not meant to be preaching about islam, rather its a book about characters who happen to be muslims struggling with their faith and life. It's a FICTIONAL book, my imagination did the work for me. Anything else could be a coincidence. I DONT OWN ANY OF THE PHOTOS USED IN THIS BOOK. I'm not a perfect Muslimah and this book isn't a perfect Islamic book either. Please have an open mind when you read this book. Thank you.

From the outside, I may look like I'm just like any other girl but inside, I'm a mess. My life changed all because of what I witnessed and suffered five years ago. That one night still haunts me; just like the 'Blackmailer' from my present. Oh and yes, there's a boy. There always is one, right? But will it lead to anything? Since I'm a hooded hijabi. [ "If dunya is your focus then quite frankly I don't know the answer to your question either. However, Ali, we keep forgetting the real purpose of our life which is why we fail to attain peace. Your purpose should be Him."] Read #TheHoodedHijabi for a dose of a spiritual fiction with a dash of thrill, mystery and halal romance.

Meet: Natalie Sarah Williams, daughter of renowned businessman James Williams and Lily Williams, who is a famous fashion designer. Natalie is studying business to takeover her father's company while Her fraternal twin, Rosalie Marie Williams following her mother's footsteps and a famous model in New york city. Natalie hates the very existence of MALE species except her father. She despises every guy on Earth more than she despises Veggies in her food. She hates men in black, Jeans, Suits, Casuals.... she despises Men, Period. She hates kids. She hates the taste of chocolate. She hates flowers, especially Roses. She hates everything that relates to love. Her twin sister Rose (which Natalie hates to call her) found her love of life in her college sophomore year and engaged to the hot shot billionaire Ashton Blake. Meet: Colton Michael Blake, a ruthless Businessman, a player by birth (Natalie's words not mine). A self centered jerk (Again not my words). Brother of Aston Blake. Son of Richard and Gena Blake. He loves everything that Natalie despises except love. **** And here the journey starts when Natalie was forced to be a 'Maid of honor' in her sister's wedding (when she wants nothing but to run for hills) . Colton a.k.a Cole (which he prefers and women go gaga listening the name) is the 'Best man' for his brother Ashton Blake. The moment the cold hearted beauty met the hot shot handsome their exact thoughts were Natalie - Jerk Alert Cole - * smirk * Next prey. Little did he know that she was anything but a prey....

A beat of a second passed before he slowly pulled away from me, the suffocating heat withdrawing with him as he straightened up. My eyes lifted to meet his as he released his hold on my knife, and I flicked my wrist, flipping it with ease so my hands closed around its smooth, still-warm handle. The room was silent. The ten other men seated on the couch didn't bother trying to hide the shock on their faces that a hunter had just agreed to a deal with their Alpha. I totally felt the same way, even if I was that dumb motherfucker. They seemed to be imagining what horrible, unthinkable threats he could have whispered into my ear to make me cave, but to think my resolve had dissolved with just four unexpected words from his mouth. Sometimes, I wondered if I even had a brain. "So," I said now, holding back a sigh as I looked up into those steely, unreadable eyes, "If I'm going to work with you, I'll need a name to call you by. Unless you prefer to be referred to as moody dick?" Silence followed my words. "What, don't you guys know Moby Dick?" I asked no one in particular, and ten pairs of eyes exchanged glances that further questioned my sanity. The last pair of eyes held mine steady. The ring of gold in them seemed to burn like a flickering candlelight against the night of the sea. "Heath," he said, and I could finally place his accent as the name curled and settled in my ears like a cat by the fireplace. I smiled. "Well, cool." I put my hand out between us, the one holding the knife, the silver-pointed tip facing him as I offered him a handshake. "Nice to meet you moody dick, I'm Alessandra."