#28 in mafia boss: 4/07/18_ #70 in spiritual: 31/07/16 _ #61 in mafia boss 19/01/19_ Farishta Nazar, a 21 years-old, complimented with an upbeat beautiful persona. Carefree, wild and reckless are the adjectives her life feature and troublemaker is the pet-name she had always been crowned with. Zaid Yemen, recognized by the world as The Eagle Ranger in a heartbeat. An ogle-worthy dominating multi-millionaire mogul, well feared for his uniquely chiselled intimidating personality. While everyone trembles at the mention of this ruthless, heartless beast, his haughty demeanor just spices to what all girls crave for: a macho wattpad character. Beatdrops. Uh oh. Do you hear that? That's when they find out life is no wattpad book and flying unicorns don't exist. So, what would Zaid do when his frozen ignorant heart start to melt by the saltiness of the very girl he hates to bits and bites. What happens when despite their differences and between their hatred, love embarks through the revelation of rough past and dark perilous secrets. Would not their retaliation be disastrous or would it?__ Boss of her own, she believed in no king, Dope as she was, cliche love wasn't her thing. Devil in looks or deeds, he was a killer, Merciless beast he was, with temper of spitfire She was a mistaken intruder Whom he did everything but desire.~ --- A romantic story framed and canvassed with mix coloured palate of humour, action, revenge, betrayal and extraordinary love. A sinful war of spice and salt inflamed by fiery love with one way out: Mr.Boss and Ms.Sass--- Disclaimer: ⚠ Copyright-All rights reserved © sara508, 2019 #Breaking_stereotype (No Haram Police)

"You are not--and never will be--my wife." Salim Meer. He smokes, he drinks, he parties, and he couldn't care less about his religion. He struggles to keep his painful past that way--in the past--and often turns to violence and danger to keep his mind from revisiting it. Sabah Ibrahim. She's never smoked or had alcohol, never been to a party, and is extremely devout and conservative. She volunteers at the community center, helps out at her local mosque, and reads in her free time. They never thought polar opposites like them could meet. Or worse... When Salim comes home one day to find a random girl in his living room, he has no idea what to do except what he does best. Get angry and throw a fit. Especially when he finds out that this stranger is his so-called "wife." Unable to get rid of her, Salim must learn to cope with this annoying, childish, and sickeningly innocent girl he is suddenly responsible for. She irritates him to no end, pushes his buttons, and forces him to acknowledge his past. Yet, no matter how hard he tries to ignore her, he simply can't. Slowly, Sabah begins to make a place for herself in his well-guarded heart. Around her, his vicious, fiercely protective side begins to surface, eventually leading to something that threatens to steal from him the one thing he thought he resented but now realizes he can't live without. His Sabah.

"You can't just go out like that" he yelled at her, angry ranging inside him. He clenched his jaw as his straight nose flashed from all the frustration. His jet black eyebrows knitted together, Cameron walked towards her and shoved her against the wall, behind her. They were so close that they tip of their nose and forehead was touching,he squeezed her against the wall with his chest, they both closed their eyes. His warm, yet harsh breath sent a alert to Zainab's hormones to go wild. "Who are you to tell me what I can do and can't ?" Zainab cried sharply as she struggled to push him away but Cameron just stood there squeezing her with his solid chest "Im your husband and your my wife" he said, grabbing her hands and gluing it upon the wall. Zainab still struggling for freedom but there was no point, she knew he was way stronger than her. "Cameron move or I swear to god I'll hurt you" she defended, but Cameron continued pressing his hand into hers and leaning towards her. "Hurt me and I'll have it my way on you"

When Brielle's dance instructor gets mad at her for missing yet another rehearsal, she gives Brielle an ultimatum: lose her solo that she needs to get into Julliard, or teach Christopher Russel, the school's quarterback, ballet in two months. With no other choice, she begins the hard struggle of trying to teach a 6'5" football player how to do ballet. What she did expect: An annoying, arrogant, and entitled boy that couldn't dance if his life depended on it. What she didn't expect: To fall in love. [#7 Teen Fiction] ~~~ {Cover by Synonomous}

Alright.....Enjoy Nigeria's funniest jokes. All on me. I take credit for NOTHING......... нιɢнɛƨт яαиκιиɢ #70 ιи нʋмσʋя ᴡɪɴɴᴇʀ ɴɪɢᴇʀɪᴀɴ ᴡᴀᴛᴛʏs ʜᴜᴍᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴀᴛᴇɢᴏʀʏ

If you want to change, if you want to repent, if you want Allah to forgive your sins, if you want paradise. Hasten. Hasten to fasting, Hasten to night prayer, Hasten to Allah's mercy, Hasten to Allah's generosity. We say 'tomorrow I will repent.' 'I will.' "But tomorrow." Allah said in the glorious Qur'an: And do not follow the footsteps of shaitan [2:169] When Satan enters the hellfire he will speak to the people there. He will speak to the guys, girls, women, men that fell into his trap. He will speak to them. He will say: And Satan will say when the matter is concluded, 'Indeed Allah has promised you the promise of Truth. And I promised you, but I Betrayed you. But I had no authority over you except! Except that I invited you, And you RESPONDED to me. So do not blame me, But blame yourselves. I cannot be called to your aid, nor can you be called to my aid. Indeed I deny your association of me (with Allah) before.

The help of Allah s w.t is near, but how near are you to Allah s.w.t? This book is full of Islamic collection of reminders for the believers which were not written by me. Please vote and comment.Thank you

| IBRAHIM BOOK II | "I am willing to give my everything to you, if you agree to be mine forever" ---- He looked Italian He dressed brands He spoke billionaire language He ran an entire empire with the tip of his fingers He drove luxurious cars He traveled to exotic places He had all he ever wanted all except her She was his best friends' sister She was the girl he loved She was the one who had her head held high She was the one who could not be loved She was the one who cannot love and she was out of reach from him sparks, fireworks and mid season flowers and leaves, all fly about as the two meet, the twisted love story of. "The Billionaire And The Hijabi" => Highest Ranking: #2 on Spiritual Hotlist (15/02/16) copyright scopian_16 2016