"Who did you say she is?" Osman demanded from the man. The prisoner was shaking and pleading for his life but did not say anything as he got aware of the terrible blunder he had made. "Answer me or I will end your miserable life right here right now" waves of anger was visible in Osman's eyes. He raised his sword intending to cut the man's throat. "Stop" Arta shouted. Osman slightly turned his head to Arta's direction while his sword was still high above his head ready to strike. Arta's heart was beating so fast, she was frightened but at the same time, she couldn't see this monster kill one of her people and do nothing. "I am Shahzadeh Arta. The only daughter of King Darian." Arta confessed. Her voice was louder than normal and a bit shaky. Osman chuckled coldly. A devilish smile appeared on his face. In the blink of an eye, he cut the man's throat. Everyone was silent only a faint hysteric cry of a woman from the cage could be heard. Arta's body was numb. She was just gazing at the man's lifeless body with teary eyes. Osman turned back and after cleaning the blood on his sword with the prisoner's clothes he lowered his head and whispered into Arta's ear, "you are just a slave now".

WINNER OF READERS CHOICE AWARDS 2020 (Historical Fiction) Stone hearts. Silver to gold. And the fierce need to prove oneself. [THIS STORY IS PENDING MAJOR EDITS TO CHARACTERS AND PLOTS]. Sequel: Silver Skies Highest ranks: #1 in Arabia || #3 in History || #51 in Assassin || #90 in Spiritual

First Place winner in Hidden Gems Awards First Place Winner in Wattys Writing First Place Winner in Sanguine Awards "This should be published" mesmerizing love "An invaluable, compassionate and spiritual harvest of redemptive insights that will both excite and Challenge the reader. It is not only written skillfully but with a rare mix of loving attention, humor, practical wisdom and reality of life. It is a gem to be treasured" -Teddydock "You remind of Charles Dickens " -LilyJames165 "The script and flower beyond amazing. This book is different from all the others books I've read" -AMFawaz "You have spun such beautiful. characters " -Lazzah "You have a way with your words" -Witch_red PROLOGUE A morbid journey lands Falaq in a foreign Manor 'Dar-Al-Maqamah' where she finds her destiny amidst the mysterious walls. The house has only men. Mysterious arrogant Men. Men like a mountain,speech-likee steel with their backs straight and mannerisms hailing from the best of knowledge. Indulge in elegance. A story of falling hearts and weeping stones enduring the reason to live. Come fall in Love....... (Please give it a read to taste the flavors of this twisted tale. Please leave some feedback, I'd really appreciate. Copyright material. All work is originally adapted into words by @twistedapology Thank You. God bless)

Winner of the 'Readers Choice Award' in Historical Fiction. Winner of the 'Readers Choice Award' in Spiritual Category. Winner of Best Muslim Readers' Choice Awards: Prince of Knights _____________ Arabs are well known for their culture, Poetry, and hospitality. They are also known for their bravery and leadership. Faris, son of Sheikh Mubarak a hard-hearted man known among his tribe. No man is brave enough to raise his voice in his presence. His mission was to demolish his enemy's tribe for annihilating one of his men. However, fate decided something new when blood feud was only resolved by his marriage to the daughter of his enemy. Raghad is just like any other Muslim girl, who wishes to marry the man of her dreams but she meets Faris the Knight with no heart. He only fears his Lord his maker and no one else. With no other option to resolve blood feud Raghad steps over her dreams to shield her tribe. Will Faris unbolt the gates of his heart for her? Read to find out what happens in this love story. Prince of Knights, based on a Bedouin lifestyle. FOLLOW TO READ!

Mijn 3e boek; ©Pistolen & Rozen, Voordat je hetzelf heb gemerkt ben je beland in iets, wat je eigenlijk al heel je leven hebt ontweken. Je moeder neemt een andere man, omdat zij vind dat ze niet meer aan haar dode man kan denken, en wanneer je het niet accepteert, liggen als je spullen en kleding de volgende dag buiten, zo op de stoep. Jouw eigen bloedbroer staat aan de kant van je moeder, en de man die jij helemaal niet vertrouwd. Je hebt niemand, niks, saus. Zelfs de vriendin die jij hebt geholpen toen zij haar ouders heeft veloren doet niet eens de deur van haar huis open voor jou. Drugs en drank zal dat helpen? Of toch het goede? Kies je dan voor de onder-of-'boven'wereld? (Aan het herschrijven)

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