Three children realize they're trapped in the basement of a crazy woman who claims to be their mother, and forces them to call her "Mommy". __________________ created February 4th, 2017 IMPORTANT NOTICE - if you're reading this story on a site that is not www.wattpad.com then you could be at risk of a malware attack. Furthermore, please go to this link: www.wattpad.com/user/z0mbies, and report to me where you are reading this story. Thank you. WARNING: This story contains distressing material. Reader discretion advised. The characters in this book are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

No matter how close you are to them, there are certain things you just don't say. No matter how lonely you feel, there are certain people you just don't befriend. No matter how much you've fallen, there's always a guy you shouldn't give your heart to... Sadly for me, I learnt the last one only after I had gotten my heart broken. They say that you shouldn't look down upon anyone, or you will be put in their situation and made to experience the crisis. When I was fourteen, I had rolled my eyes at a girl who was sobbing histerically over a guy who liked her best friend. And I was probably paying the price for that now. However, I was trying my best to fit my feet in the shoes I had been given. I was trying and I was managing just fine. What I didn't need was a trouble maker who entered my life without permission. The guy who claimed to be bowled over by me, the one with a broken heart. Little did he know, I had entrusted myself to Al Malik, The Owner of me and my heart. And if he had to reach me, he had to do so by pleasing Allah. Which wasn't possible for a guy like him. Or so I thought.

"I hope you realize you made the worst f**king decision of your life." She could feel his cold icy blue eyes piercing through her soul. "I didn't ask for this..." tears threatened to fall from her eyes, her lips quivering in fear. His grip on both her wrists become tighter as he slams them hard against the wall, trapping her petite body in-between the wall and his body, "You'll never have a place in my life, let alone my heart, do you understand?" She winces from the pain from her wrists. He slams her arms against the wall again. He leans in close enough to the point where their lips are only inches apart, "I said, do you f**king understand, foolish girl?" His voice rises as he clenches his jaw in an impatient manner. She nods in hopes that he'll let go. And just like that, he lets go of her as she falls to the floor in utter defeat. What have I done... she asks herself. **Full Summary Inside** Cover by: Me, Myself, and I!

AAMIR SIKANDAR( age 29) He is a bussinessman who is known for his coldness, straightforwardness and ruthlessness in the bussiness world . what will happen when he marry a young innocent girl to protect her . PARISHAY KHAN ( age 18 ) a young innocent girl , who hasnt faced the world . what happen when she has to live with a coldhearted stranger . ----------- Aamir looked towards usama, and saw him on the flour .he was shot in the chest area .the shot which was meant for aamir . "Usama!" Aamir ran towards him and knelt down beside him . "Aa.. amir listen" usama stuttered "Usama, nothing will happen to you . Just keep your eyes open " aamir said while calling for help . Usama shooked his head ,"lis-ten ... my sis-ter .if some-thing ha..happens to me ....take care of her ." Aamir knew that usama had a sister , but no other relatives . "Give- her your name ..... she -wont be able ... to face the world al-one" usama said while holding aamir's hand . Aamir looked at him questioningly , he knew that usama's sister was young , but he didnt think she wont be able to face the world . " you - will understand , after meeting her" usama said and aamir promised to always be there for her . ( Assalam ualaikum! Hope that you will like this story)

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THIS BOOK IS NOW A PREVIEW It wasn't the color of his eyes, or how they were hooded and look almost half asleep, everything took on life as long as she stared into his eyes. It was what she saw in them, what he made her see, how he looked at her, there was not a single stare of his that hadn't plunged her more in love with him, with his eyes he made her feel loved, he reprimanded her with them and he made her toes curl under her feet. All the deep, dark twisted side of him became opened to her, through his eyes, at his expressive best, or when they shifted to conceal a pain that he was sure revealing that would cause her pain. His Hazels. *** If Being Bilaal's wife came with a price, it was a tag worth every cent, every pain and sacrifice she'd made all her life..

1. The Loyal One 2. The Role Model of Modesty 3. The Great Woman 4. The Wife of A Tyrant 5. The Daughter of the Truthful and Wife of the Most Truthful. These are short biographies of the 5 greatest Gems of Islam. This series is by Omar Suleiman, edited by QuranWeekly. You can find the video online too inSha Allah. Enjoy :D

As a Muslim girl, marriage is one of Safia's biggest dreams. All her life she kept herself pure for her faith and her future husband. Although having never had experienced love, and occasionally doubting whether she will, Safia feels herself growing impatient being single. She then sends her family to search for 'the one.' Trusting her family, she decides to say yes to the first person her family finds for her. She believes she will get married and face all her problems with her husband by her side. Is it really as simple as that? Yusuf feels a void in his heart. He tries to deny it, but he knows his mother's not proud of him. He knows she wishes he could be a little more modern like his brother. He wanted his family to find him a wife while he could focus on his deen (faith), but his idea of a wife clashes with his mother's. Seeing that his family were struggling to find him someone he likes, he decides to take matters into his own hands. But is he rushing into decisions without thinking?

I walked down the white hallways filled with the smell of bleach and chlorine. The lights above were too bright, too luminescent. I can't think. I can't look straight. I can't breathe. Everything was blurry. I touched my cheeks and felt tears cascade down to my chin. My steps faltered. My heart wouldn't stop beating out of my chest. "I'm sorry Nouran." She had looked at me sadly, eyes filled with emptiness. No, no, no. What am I going to do? What am I going to tell him? Him. Izhar. I can't breathe.... Allah. •|#1 in Spiritual on February 20th, 2016 // March 26th, 2016 // May 20th, 2016 // June 25th, 2016 // July 3rd, 2016 // July 13th, 2016 // July 28th, 2016 // August 2nd, 2016 // August 13th, 2016 // December 28th, 2016 // January 21st, 2017 // January 27th, 2017 // March 23rd, 2017|• ||1 million reads as of May 12th, 2017|| ||2 million reads as of September 15th, 2018|| ||3 million reads as of July 15th, 2020|| ||A Wattpad Featured Story as of August 11th, 2017|| ||100K votes as of February 20th, 2018||

She was abandoned on her wedding day. The groom disappeared. There were accusations. Her honour was at stake. Her family was to be ruined. One man saved her from all this misery or was it to be yet another trial that she will face... Nawal Ahmed has been the adoring sister of her three brothers. She was pampered and spoiled. She was loved and doted on. She was loud, mischievous and sometimes wild. Her wedding was set. Her groom was a loving successful man. Or was it all an illusion. Salman Siddique had been admiring his cousin since childhood. He loved her passionately. He was amused by her outgoing character. He never wanted to see tears in her eyes. It was he who saved her from ruination. But did this mean that his dream was to come true. Read and find out how Nawal's innocence and troublesome personality will lead her to deception and deceit. And Salman's love is to be tested.... Content Warning: Some of the content may not be appropriate for young or sensitive people as there is an implicit reference to sexual activity, physical violence and strong language. Although, the book should pass for PG15.