Highest Rank: #1 in Romance, #1 - painting, #1 - heartbreaker, #1 - one-sidedlove, #1 - unrequitedlove, #1 - engagement *********************** Still not satisfied with our physical contact, he leaned his face down to meet mine as his fingers gripped my chin. "Fiancée?" he asked, whispering the word. I nodded as the tension I felt from our body contact got even more intense. I stared at his handsome face. "You claim yourself my fiancée?" I nodded again. Of course, I was his fiancée and I'd claim that title no matter what. "Let's see if you really are," he whispered slowly in between his breathing. His tone broadcasted danger and it made me shudder. "A fiancée can kiss her man. Now, let's see if you can---" And with that, in just a heartbeat, he pressed his lips against mine. *********************** He is my one great love. I've loved and adored him since I laid my eyes on him and to be his wife is my life's absolute dream. But he hates me. He has hated me since the day he first saw me and he makes it sure that breaking my heart and pushing me away will be his greatest achievement. In spite of all the drama, the pain and the heartbreak he caused me, I still insist to be engaged to him --- this cold, aloof, and heartless man. Yes, he is my one great love. But he is my one great challenge as well. Will I be able to create a heart in my heartless heartbreaker? (Cover made by @itsmyaah) Copyright © HervinaMollejon™ 2015-2016 All rights reserved.

Luke couldn't stop thinking about Bianca Wilson and the night they'd shared. He wanted to find her so he could satisfy the itch to have her again. But he was a man who always kept it simple with women and made his intentions clear to them from the start. Bedding them more than once only made them feel like there was more than the physical intimacy between them. However, when Bianca shows up in his office with the news of her pregnancy, all his rules and thoughts of staying away from her go out of the window. There is no way he was letting her go now. Not when she was carrying his baby!

{ Highest Ranking 👉🏻 #1 in Spiritual/ Islamic love story } I felt hurt seeing him in pain, pain, which wasn't so obvious to him. // .... Emotions overwhelming my unfaithful heart, I told him, "Assalam Alaikum, Ammar... your hand..." And they came covering us, maybe he didn't hear me. We walked towards the car, my attention on his bruised hand. Before we entered I took the first aid box. He stood there, tall, eyes ~ deep enough to drown me. He made my heart mad and it shivered as I neared him. I saw him grin and he let out a chuckle, and I asked him, terrified but fearless, "Why are you laughing ?" He turned to give me a closer look, his cold eyes examining every detail of mine and finally he spoke in his heavy Emirati accent that blew my senses, with a smirk alongside. What attitude !!! "Am I the doctor or you ? -I gave him a sideways death glare- And I told him, "I'm your wife," He raised his eyebrow side ways and I raised mine sideways too. And he talked again, burning what remained of me, my ears curious to listen to him. He told me to get in the car bluntly. I denied !! This time I wasn't going to listen to him. And he stared at me - his eyes speaking a lot yet they were so quiet. I saw him take a sigh of defeat! He moved up to me, close... closer.... bridging the gap that let air pass between us. And my fragrance blended in his enchanting one. *Takes a deep breath*

"What was that?" He came closer and closer as I step back with each step he took. "What was what!? I can hang out with whomever I want, it's none of your business." I snapped when I felt a wall behind me. Of course the damn wall had to be there. "It is my business and you know why? Because you're my wife, get it?" His face were inches away from mine as his mint breath fanned my cheeks. "Since when do you care that I'm your wife?" I whispered, my heart was going insane. "Since forever, Layla." He brushed my cheeks with his warm hands. "You belong to me and the angels are witnesses for that." ________________ None Muslims are welcome^^ #1 Teenagers🎊 #47 teen 🎉 #37 school 🎊 #3 spiritual 🎉

Jenna Yousuf has everything all girls envy. A mansion, fancy cars, diamonds and jewels, closets filled with clothes, shoes and purses. A hot husband. But she isn't happy. Who could be when you were forced to marry a man you don't love just to save your family? She doesn't want to give him a chance, nor does she want to try to begin a life with him. But what does she do when he turns out to be the sweetest man she has ever met? Can she keep him at bay, or will she cave, and accept it when she starts to have feelings for her husband? Hudayfah Sulayman has to protect his wife from the evil people who are out to get her brother. While he only married her for that reason, he didnt anticipate one thing; that he would fall in love with her. So much so that he would do anything to make her happy, except for what she really wants; to be let out of their marriage. He knows Jenna doesn't love him now, but should he hold out hope that one day she will?

Wren Martin is socially awkward. She blocks off herself to the world, hiding behind her favorite hoodie. All she wants to do is keep a low profile, and graduate well enough to qualify for a college scholarship. But then a babysitting job leads her to cross paths with Asher Reed, Eastview Highʼs notorious athlete. When a field injury kickstarts his senior year, heʼs turning his free time and attention to Wren. And maybe she might not want to be invisible after all. ***** [Watty's Collector's Edition Winner] [TFA Runaway Prize Winner] [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]] Cover designed by Ashley Santoro

"Zaabit Bhai!! What are you doing?" I begin to walk back as his sturdier figure became close. "You aren't supposed to be here, Zaabit Bhai" I begin to scream because for the past few weeks since I have arrived back. He never came this close to me. What's the sudden change? "Stop calling me Zaabit Bhai.... Bhai ...Bhai ...damn it" his dark black eyes boring into me and I fear them ever since that day. "I didn't give you the permission to call me that. For you I am just Zaabit" he said in between his clench teeth. The fear of seeing me in different light became reality. I fear him. I fear him from that day. I fear him in day and night. He even haunts me in my dreams. Even when I went oceans away. ~~~~~~~♥♥♥♥ A journey of two souls beginning with different emotions. Like the meaning of her name, Saama vowed to hate him until her last breath. Zaabit like his name he remembers that she has always been his. Saama is an aspiring writer who can go to any length to bring the characters of her novels into life. Even if that meant for her to suffer. She wants to be the best romance writer who envisioned the life of her characters in detail ways. She is a bookworm along with having other qualities like she is always happy, talks to everyone disregarding age, careful of hurting others and unlike typical bookworm girl she is beautiful inside and out Zaabit is a Captain in the army. He is quite, cold, ruthless person who doesn't listen to anybody. Zaabit is like a crazy horse when he is out of the army attire. He hates being ordered around and is a clever man who remembers everything in detail. He has always been Obsessed with Saama since childhood's days. His obsession to make her his has led Saama to hate him. He had always found comfort in her. *Please do not copy*

"You are fired," he said, as my heart broke into tiny pieces. "No please sir, don't separate me from Imad. I beg of you," I pleaded in agony. What sins have I committed to deserve this? How can I stay without seeing the child I have been raising like my own for three years. Why is he doing this to me? ••• Layla put her whole life on hold to take care of a young boy named Imad. She has been taking care of him since he was a three years old. They share an unbreakable bond, he counts on her and she has made him her world. Ahmed Damari a tactless, cold hearted business man who has no time to waste and no space for affection. The uncle of the boy. He wants nothing to do with her but he just can't seem to stop thinking about her. What happens when two different worlds collide and when unwanted feelings thrive? Written By: Naila Ali [ Highest Ranked #1 in spiritual.✨] hi

Being the daughter of the most notorious crime lord in the history of the entire state, The Isaac Anderson, Zoey had been homeschooled for her entire life. With little or no contact with anyone not a part of her family or her father's gang. She had no prior experience with people her own age, heck with anyone even slightly normal. Surrounded all her life with an overprotective brother and father and dangerous gang members isn't exactly an ideal childhood. After her entire life being homeschooled due to the ever-present security threat to her life, now, in her final year of high school, Zoey had discovered that she had to complete at least one year of schooling in a school in order to get into college. Alec King, the bad boy of the town. Leader of the Black Pistol Gang, One of the most formidable gangs in the county. The typical player following the 'hump em and dump em' mentality, he's in for a shock when he comes across the shy but fiesty nerd, Zoey. I KNOW I SUCK AT DESCRIPTIONS. BUT ATLEAST GIVE IT A CHANCE. Note; The book has been renamed from 'Bad boy possessive of his nerd' to 'Gangster Possession'. First book. Please go easy on me.