❝we all have secrets that we keep, hidden away from the world❞ She had always being a loner, content with the little bubble she created around herself, finding comfort between ink and pages until she met him. He shut off the whole world and buried himself with work after an event that changed his life until he met her. Love they say finds us in the most bizarre situations but could these two find theirs or will their issues come between them?

"James McGregor, CEO of McGregor industries, has passed away yesterday evening after a long battle with cancer. James McGregor, aged 63, was one of the-" Elizabeth shut the TV off, she couldn't bear to listen to this... She had been there when it happened, she did not need it to be repeated. Elizabeth Waverton had been Mr. McGregor's personal assistant for the last three years. During that time the two of them had gotten close. They became friends, as he was as a father to her. Ms. Waverton was seen by many as one of the best personal assistants that there was. Most didn't last long at the McGregor's, but Ms. Waverton did. She was known for making anything possible, having connections all over town and anywhere you can imagine. But now that her former boss and friend is dead the company will be taken over by James McGregor jr. the son of her boss. Elizabeth had never quite taken a liking to this man, but he however has taken an interest in her...

[ Featured by @WattpadShortStory ] • • • ❝She was like the tear of the sky, the anger of a volcano. She was like the rain in a desert, the fire in a sea. And he didn't know he was a moth, drawn to a flame.❞ • • • Sarah Hudson is the perfect definition of inner and outer beauty, except for the fact that her ocean blue eyes have no light. She is blind. But one fateful morning, she collides with Trevor Scofield and finds out that he is the only person she can see, but why? An incident leads to both of them to spend a few, oddly dramatic days with each other. But Trevor's cold, arrogant, and mysterious self is too much for her to bear, because almost everything that he is involved in is 'wrong', especially, when some of it also concerns her family. Not long after they meet, they realize that their feelings are starting to fall out of control. Pasts are proclaimed, secrets are revealed, and mysteries are solved until Sarah is met by a heart shattering tragedy. This is a story of love, passion, affection, happiness and tears. Melting hearts and preoccupied brains, everything to embark on a journey of both, love and mystery, mixed up. • • • "This is literally now one of my fav wattpad books ❤❤. Thank you so much for sharing your talent and amazing story with us." -- @choxo_ "This story was amazing and heartbreakingly beautiful! I cried so much and I love it so much!" -- @LalaWahm "The story was awesome, fantastic, amazing, brilliant and the list goes on and on." -- @Ayshgirl "I loved this book so much." -- @sanasays "OMG this is sooo beautiful. Loved the story!" -- @InsiderSoul • • • ©2018 fraeils All rights reserved

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.

You know that awkward moment when someone asks you if you're secretly bald? Or that moment when your male teacher tries to give you a handshake and you politely refuse but he still gets offended? Or that really awkward moment when people start to talk about religion in class, and all eyes are automatically on you. Yup. We've all been there, and I dedicate this book to every single Muslimah who's been through the same thing. So let's take a moment to acknowledge these beautiful moments and make the best of them! Copyright ©2015

{ 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*

I am a bitch. I am. I drink, smoke, do drugs and whatever I like. No one is above me. I don't give a f*ck about weak people, I am self indulgent and most of all, I know who I am. What I am worth. The daughter of a business tycoon. I am extremely beautiful. Beautiful enough, I have crushed many hearts than I could count. Cross me and regret the day you live. Little did I know who I am will twist my fate. I am Liz Hunt. I am a refugee from Afghanistan. A drone killed everyone I once had, including my parents. Orphaned at the age of 14, my life has been a struggle. I work hard to survive. And if my parents have taught me one thing, and one thing alone, then it would be live with honor and dignity. And that's how a nightmare twisted my fate. I am Asad.

My name is Stuart John.I am rich. No, I am filthy rich. I am arrogant and handsome. I am always one step ahead of the game. The world revolve around me. Governments fear me. My employees obey me. Girls fall down on my feat. I don't respect anyone, yet everyone respect me. That's me. My name is Zainab and I am a Muslim. I wake up at 4 am to pray Thahajuth and then Fajr, which is one of the 5 mandatory prayer in Islam. I am shy and humble. Atleast I believe I am humble. I work for Stuart John, one the most rich people in the world as his personal secretary. Except for the pay, there is absolutely no reason why I think I should be working for this man, who is arrogant, stubborn, short tempered and believe the entire earth revolves around him.Yet, I need the money to support myself and the mess my family left me with.

I drink hard, I play hard, I f*ck hard and I thrive hard in everything I do. I am care free. I use women like toilet papers. I don't care who gets hurt and why they get hurt. And I proceed to live happily. But my problem started when a f*cking Muslim bitch came to live next door. I have to keep my music low because the bitch has to sleep, I have to keep my f*cking inside the apartment because she couldn't soil her eyes. Well, guess what? I don't. People don't mess with me for a reason and this bitch is about to find it out. I am Robert or Rob. Whatever you choose to call me. I need a break from life. My step father kicked me out of the house for refusing to marry the man he choose for me. That is least of my problems. My problem is Rob, the moron who play heavy metal music all night, make out in the open and does a lot of things that is making my life a difficult one. He is too dangerous. He can completely destroy me. Yet..... Can life be anything but cruel? I am Amira and I about to find out. ****************************** I set to destroy her yet I destroyed myself - Rob I meant to change him and became a changed woman - Amira ************************** Please also read "A flower From Heaven (Zahra)", the story of Zainab and Stuart, the billionaire. The rogue Assassin , story of Safia, the doctor and John who kill for a living.

I am a Zionist. Well, we all know what that means. I believe Palestinians are animals and should be slaughtered, since the promised land belong to Jews and Christians. My father is the one of the people who make decisions for the world. I am not a God fearing person or believe in God for that matter. I worship money and I have the power. My task right now is to wipe all Palestinians out of the land which they claim belongs to them. Well little do they know that power is me, and I am Brad Malroy. Raped, humiliated and abandoned , that is me Hayah Ahmed. Now payback time - not for me, but for the sake of my people who have been butchered over time. Our crime - being Palestinian. I face Brad Malroy for only one thing. To bring justice to my people, even if that mean I have to die in the process.