Highest Ranking: #1 in teenage love May-30-2018 #2 in Chicklit Jun-1-2018 #11 in Romance 18-Apr-2018 This book is not edited. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! SUMMARY: If you love someone it doesn't mean that he or she will also love you in return. Madeline is not your simple timid girl. At the very young age, she has learned how to fight if someone hurt her. If someone pushes her hard on the ground, she would get up and swing her punch to beat the culprit. She's every boy nightmare. Yes, she's not a dream girl that's for sure. But it doesn't mean her heart isn't broken. There has to be some way to mend her broken heart... Brandon Edwards is the son of multimillionaire Chase Edwards. There's no other way to say this but he is simply the most desirable and handsome boy. Girls swoon at the small sight of him. He could get anything he wants in this world with the snap of his finger. But what he wants is Laura, the girl he falls in love in the first class of kindergarten. Laura an epitome of beauty and his school time crush. The girl who he kissed on the first day of kindergarten, the girl who cried after getting his first kiss. To find out if Brandon would end up with his kindergarten love Laura or someone else will snatch him, you have to read the story...? "Mending Her Heart" ______________________________ Copyright ©Sonysa [S.G. Sonysa] Any reproduction of this work is illegal without the written or explicit permission from author. Don't plagiarize my work. Start Date: 1 Jan 2017 ____________________ I hope you like the story and if you don't then please don't read it.

"But I'm your-" "I'm your what?!" He cut her off. She flinched at the acidity in his voice. "My wife?" He scoffed inching in on her until he was arms length. His eyes bored into the depths of her soul. He slurred the words with venom dripping from his tone. "You're only a signed contract, nothing more!" * * * "What's that shit doing on your face? you better remove it! you can't be walking on the streets of Chicago wearing that, this isn't your filthy Pakistan!" he ruthlessly spoke with disgust. "You mean my veil?" She questioned with fear placing a hand on her Niqab. "If it isn't obvious" "Please, don't call it that, it's my veil, my identity" "I'm sorry what?" "I can't remove it Saahir, p-please don't make me do this, its a part of me" she begged on the verge of tears. "I said take it off!" He yelled in a deep menacing voice and pulled it off her face throwing it mercilessly on the floor. Fresh tears pooled from her eyes Frustration built through him. He grabbed her shoulder and forcefully dragged her pushing her onto the floor. The floor hit Meeza harder than she had expected. "Oww" she yowled as the pain shot through her shoulder. Highest rank #1 IN SPIRITUAL Always in the top 15 Alhamdulillah #notyouraverageclichèbook. First published on 4th February 2018

#1 in spiritual "You are mine!" He claimed, gazing at her deep hazel eyes intensely. "No, I was never yours."She countered, as a lone tear fell from her eyes. "You were and you are. I will not let you get married to anyone else and there will be only my name in your henna!" Daniyal smiled gandering at her delicate hands, which were soon going to be covered with henna, but with his name? "Aren't you happy that I am finally leaving your house! Please Daniyal! You know how much it took me to be okay after you broke our friendship! Then you came back again as if nothing happened?" Kinza Malak burst into tears. Her bottled up emotions exploded like a volcano abruptly! "I am sorry Kinza. I was a jerk back then; I spoilt everything. Please let me fulfil the promise, my dad made to your abbu," with that he walked away, hiding hurt and love in his emotionless eyes, leaving a shocking Kinza behind.