Rebel Simmons was just a girl who was dealt a shitty hand in the game of life. Despite her harsh and abusive upbringing, she worked hard, and studied harder. With an IQ of 252. she's a certified genius and is working towards her Masters Degree in Computer Engineering and Computer Science at Stanford University. When tough times hit and she's desperate for money, she steals $5 Million from an offshore bank account. Little did she know she was stealing from the most ruthless Mafia Boss in the world: Dante Vino. • MATURE THEMES 18+ • Cover designed by Holly Thurston

He is Adam She is Ayah He is rich She is destitute He is an atheist She is a Muslim He is arrogant She is humble He lived in luxury She lived in poverty He had love and comfort She was abused and mistreated He didn't have a choice but to marry her She was forced to marry him He hates her She hates him Then.... He saw her She saw him ********************* Cover is a creation of a very talented reader.. Please send some love to @perfectdude_duh Thank you for your time and effort.. Mashallah

When the son of an Italian Muslim billionaire Ashar Giovanni decides to complete his higher studies in The United States of America, his very apprehensive and religious mother decided that it was time that she tied him down to one woman . Tired of his mother's emotional drama,the jnr Giovanni decided to humour his mom and gets married . The very next day of his marriage Giovanni doesn't pitch up to his wedding reception and secretly leaves for America without so much as a hello to his 'so called' wife. When secret agent Zaira Mussolini figures out that she was nothing more than a forced marriage to Ashar Giovanni she doesn't care enough what he thought of her . She had enough adventure as an undercover agent, but when she is assigned to protect the Italian Billionaire's only son Ashar Giovanni for the FBI she couldn't say no. Maybe it was time to teach the man that she wasn't one to be ditched. With unwavering courage she heads to America where she has to stay undercover and protect her so called husband.

She was in love with words she'd never spoken, places she'd never explored, people she'd never met, and a world that didn't exist. Yet, she didn't believe the truth he vocalized like lies. He despised every syllable she uttered, every place she marked with her soft steps, the people she tainted with her pure voice, and the world she imagined. Yet, he didn't know the secrets she hid behind her mesmerizing eyes. ****** The purest of hearts have endured the most pain. The kindest of souls have been wounded the greatest. The biggest of smiles have quivered the hardest. The quietest of eyes have cried the heaviest of tears. || A Wattpad Featured Story as of May 17th, 2018 ||

~☆ a story that revolves around an anonymous gangster and an abandoned innocent soul. the broken souls needs someone to mend them, someone to fix their pieces but- -will one manage to mend the broken parts of other or will other keep shattering that one? ☆~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ OKAY SO HERE I'M WITH A STORY OF FULL PACKAGE, DRAMA, ROMANCE, BETRAYAL, LOVE, HATRED, AFFECTION, LUST, PAIN AND MANY MORE. Not your typical story it is though but it can be cliché, I can't assure you. :D Join us and have some fun♡

"Because it is shallower than it's deep and deeper than it seems." ------------------------------------------------ Diego Osorio, only the name is enough to make anyone pee their pants. He is handsome, intelligent and extremely ridiculous. Skylar, apparently a blonde bombshell. She is quirky, smart, beautiful and a firm believer of 'hate at first sight' though she let people believe otherwise. They both got deadly secrets of their own. They both let each other go, as per their convenience and now lives happily and separately. That until something happens and now Skylar is running for her life with a man who has too many O's in his name, whom she likes to call, The Devil with a Halo. And of course, love is certainly possible too but with someone from their past, not necessarily with each other. Highest Rank #13 in ChickLit! Cover made by midnight_coffee

Lasca was a clumsy and nervous mess, all the time, with people she didn't know. She stumbled over air, her words were always jumbled mess and she annoyed people easily. Not to forget, her curiosity always landed her in situations that involved a lot of yelling and then eventually being fired. And to put food in her stomach, she had to work. But she wasn't a bad person or a liar or a thief. Then how did Zak Fernando find her with her hand on his money?

He grabbed my arm laughing, with his cheeks red on his tan skin, and hands cold from the winter chill. He pulled me up from the snow I slipped on, and my limp body sprung up with such force. He doesn't look strong, is what I first thought when I saw him for the first time. "You're heavy!" He complained, after I stopped wobbling. I gave him an annoyed look, and that sent him laughing again for some reason. He laughed at everything I did nowadays which oddly made me cringe outwardly, but inside I was sort of happy. Sort of? Yeah, sort of. Because I sort of.... wasn't on board with the idea of having had to marry him when I was still only 18. Neither was I sort of... mentally prepared for it. This is our story... Or rather our bizarre story.... Arranged and married... When the ambitious Raaida and the scary Harun are thrown into a loveless surprise marriage, they have no idea what to do. Breaking it off is the one thing they vowed not to do. So what do they do? Author's note: Assalamu Alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakaatuhu guys, So it's my...fourth (or is it 5th?) story. It'll be another long ride... well if you can understand that I'm not exactly reliable when it comes to updating regularly -_- But nevertheless, if I want a change in my life, I'm going to have to learn how to do things the right way. I don't want to write a story that takes years to complete, and this time I don't want the updates to be so far a part that you forget the characters and the plot. But I can't promise you anything yet. However, you can expect a new update every week In Shaa Allah. :) Enjoy. Salaam.

#16 in Spiritual (12/3/17) Her heart was silently twisted and scarred, Her tongue was tied and lips were sealed, Her eyes forecasted and silence spoke volumes, She hid her pain whilst saving others, Letting him carve her skin, Till the last drop of blood oozed out of her flesh. She wore those scars with a hollow smile, Until her knight came with a mirthful grin, He had no shining armour or a sword; Just a heart of pure gold, He picked her up and showed her the way; To the path which led to colors. She walked on a lane bloomed with flowers, But now she knew to look for the thorns, She healed other from the wounds she had, She was Scarred to be mend, She was pushed to be held. Disclaimer: No part of this book is in anyway associated with real life character or events. The story may contain Muslim characters but they are NOT the real image of the religion. Warning: This story contains slightly mature content and violence. Cover Credit: ItsFirstMalaika

A collision of raw flaws inevitably divorce proximity between the innocent and the tainted. But will history straddle its suffice as means of fusing the differences mocking a faint decision, or will it just rot the bandaged hope fragile in heal? With anecdotal suffering and a naive heart, Aamirah's vulnerable mind swims in grey, blind to routes of light. Faith redundantly evokes that the environment has displaced the real him. The man whose childhood years were lived aside her's, hurts and lies. Yet, under the forced exterior, his heart still emanates the same warmth, red of foreign. And so the flare to her candle flickers away, vanishing, until it's a dark abyss and her mind befriends the potential; His potential. Their potential future. -- All rights reserved. This book is subject to copyright rules. You may NOT use and reproduce this book or any portion thereof without appropriate credit and written permission, nor can you use my ideas for your own work. In other words, PLEASE DO NOT COPY. This novel is entirely fictional, names and corresponding events are completely coincidental.