Clarissa Langston loved a man for four years only to be dumped mercilessly. Now, although she still believes in love, she is afraid of getting hurt the second time...until she meets the French man Nicholas Renoir who introduces her to an adventure she never expected... Nicholas Renoir is known as the shadow by both his family and his employees because even though he is around, he never associates with anyone other than his nephew, Christian. He is used to getting what he wants and when he wants it. People tend to his every whim until the day he is scolded by a beautiful, corky and loose tongued Miss Langston. She was something entirely different from what he was used to and he wants her all too himself...even if it means a forced engagement...

Being a member of the royal family doesn't always count as being lucky. For Tasha, being a princess is like a high class prisoner with royal guards for a warden and a beautiful palace as a prison cell. Wanting to experience life as a normal person, she ran away, but circumstances were such a tease and fate decided to pull a prank, making her meet a hot mafia leader whom she'll take refuge to keep her identity hidden from her pursuers. What can go wrong if the RUNAWAY PRINCESS meets the mafia boss? *not your typical fairy tale. ©All rights reserved Echo2014 (Aica) To give you heads up, yes this is a fantasy story. Lol The characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Remember: Plagiarism is a crime.

[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?"

"Ahem..." He cleared his throat... "Asalamualikum " he smiled...I looked everywhere but him...replying his salam... "Walikmasalam" "Haven't you still learnt to watch your steps...or you ..." He raised his eyebrows... "Excuse me...what do you mean..... I haven't seen you coming....can't you walk without looking..." I rambled... What did I just say?? Allah knows.. He does thou... " I was checking something... And I can't walk with closed eyes.....like you...you see I'm not that great..." He smirked..

My whole childhood was centered around doing the right thing and pleasing God and my family. Until one day there was something I couldn't ignore anymore. I began realizing there was something that called me for years. My Spiritual Journey began and I am going to tell you how it goes.