We all know about Declan, Bennett, Jordan and Naomi. The four Musketeers. Though they may have had some road bumps, they're all best friends. Naomi is their good girl, and they are her bad boys. Finally, Naomi is not as bullied as she used to. How could she be bullied when she has her three big, bad body guards? Things are finally starting to get better... And then she enters the picture. Alexa Reed. She's just your normal teenage girl. Or else that's what she wants you to think. With a dark past she would rather keep buried, she cuts herself off from the world, refusing to let anyone in while trying to run away and recover from the past that still leaves its scars on her. And unfortunately for her, she somehow she catches the Musketeers attention. Secrets are made and broken. Lies are told. And the Musketeers manage to pick away at the wall Alexa has put up to separate herself from the world. Putting the pieces of the puzzle together, one secret at a time. Because now, they are her bad boys. And she's their Not-so Good Girl.

Whilst most kids would be playing ball, begging for ice-cream or prancing around in the sun, she would observe curiously, reserved and knowing. Even as a child, she pitied the folly and antics of those around her. She laughed at the delusion of others. She scowled at idiocy. She was insipid to those who chose to remain ignorant. After all...she knew and they didn't. ~~~~~ Growing up, Amira knew life would never be a walk in the park. Life experiences had shoved that notion down her throat, oh-so-nicely. As a teenager living on the central coast, she never really belonged. Not that she wanted to. The people she was surrounded with comprised of airheads who only knew the meaning of parties, sex and alcohol. Yet, despite her tireless efforts of constantly pushing those who she deemed unworthy away from her, she couldn't help but feel the growing black abyss in her soul. So Amira asks... Really, what's the point of it? Of life, she means? All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2014

Life can be brutal and uncaring to some. Aisha was one of those unfortunate "some" she had deceived herself into believing she had full control of her life. That she could set the terms of how her life would unfold. However, life and fate have a way of showing us just how much control we truly have. How does one cope when the people most important in our lives are ripped away from us? What does one do when they become the sole guardian of their two younger siblings? And how does one survive, when you're hated because of your faith.

He stepped on my prayer rug, and then asked the most stupid question I had ever heard. "Do you sleep in that thing?" But he wasn't asking it sarcastically, which was the scary thing . Thank you for 10k 121# on General Fiction 8/21/2017 63# in General Fiction 9/15/17 81# in general Fiction on 9/30/17 59# 9/29/17.

As we fall into the pit of darkness, trust me, hold me tight, Hold on to the wisp of hope, let me give you light. ------------------------------------- Fear. Fear defined Abeer Irfan's life. Every night, it engulfed her and she drowned into the endless horrors of her past. Every night, she lost a part of her to the evil. Every night, it got worse and worse to the point of no return. You see, she wasn't alive; she was just breathing. On one special night, she opened a door, a door hidden in the maze of her horrors. It was on that special night, that she met him. He wasn't a knight in shining armor. He wasn't a superhero. He was a light. He was the guy with impossible green eyes. *************************************** "You didn't see anything before. This is what you have seen. This!" My heart is beating frantically hard against my ribs like a bird trying to break out of its cage. Allah... "That is how easy you are to crumble. I'll set you straight, angel. I am done with people like you. I am done with being played with. It's about time you learn a lesson. I am about to make your life hell." The words I am sorry are lodged in my throat, but I don't want to beg him. I am done begging people for mercy. "That's more like it." "You cannot make me feel any worse than I already do," I state what I think all the time. "Challenge accepted." *************************************** {Extended synopsis inside} Highest Rank Spiritual #1 (12th-13th & 18th June 2016) COMPLETED Trigger warning- Contains violence/depressing thoughts/ suic dal ideation ******** Praise for Trust Me: Beautiful. So fluent. Ma Sha Allah ~ @sabagul28 Very interesting start ~ @hayatkhan07 This story is just so good. Flawless plot. You've got magical words~ @pearlOf-desert This is gold~ @booksandhalwa You are a very talented author and your work speaks volume ~ @143maryam

Mashal Naeem thought she knew exactly who she was until she was rescued by her neighbour, flown on a private plane and driven on a talking car, kidnapped by terrorists and learned to fight. All because of being the daughter of Naeem Ansar, the founder of Alnihayya. Where freedom is precious than blood.

Gener: Romance, Humour and Spritiual 'Did you kidnap me?' Sher asked another question and she nodded her head in yes proudly while smiling 'What the hell? Why you kidnap me?' Sher screamed angrily and she with a blank face stared back at him then slowly walked towards him then bend down and put her hands over the sides of chair and came to his eye level as they both were looking at each other. 'BECAUSE WE ARE GETTING MARRIED.' Nora said while putting pressure on each word and he shocked stared at her. Sher Musa is a famous Radio show Host. He is happy with his life with fame, money and Fans But then he have one crazy Fan, Nora Bismillah. Her life surrounded around him. She is immature 19 year old girl compare to him who was radio owner at the age of 28. She used to call him every night, leave chocolates on his door step and send flowers on his birthdays. With the time he start getting annoyed with her but he turned into her obsession, her love. #Romance #Fan #Craze #Humor

The sky was painted dark.Very Dark with no bright stars.A gush of wind swirled past us making me inhale softly.The large man besides me leaned against the iron railing.His eyes fixed ahead of us as if seeing something that I couldn't. A lone tear slid down my cheek as I brushed it off rather harshly.Finding my voice I spoke softly remembering a distinct and beautiful memory, "After you left I once asked Mama when you would come back.She stayed silent for a minute and then she answered that when you'll miss me you'll be back" Another tear rolled down my cheek and this time I didn't brush it.My light brown eyes stared at his handsome face, seeing him look down at this hands.His face constricting into something I could not decipher. "And I was a fool to believe her that day because now I know I was the only one waiting. " My words were bitter but I whispered softly. Turning around I left leaving the man to his own thoughts. I loved and now I've lost myself in the lands of love. ... From a very young age Shahwar Nawaz Khan has heard only one name.Her groom's name.Salah Khan's name.And since then she has loved him unconditionally.But not all golden dreams come true. Little did Shahwar know that when her world will collide with the one she has loved, her life will turn upside down.Fighting a battle with fire in which she herself had to burn. A story that will take you to a roller coaster ride of emotions and to the land of love.So get ready with a box of tissue papers. Spiritual# 8 -29th Sep 2020 Spiritual# 4 -27th Sep 2020 Spiritual# 5- 4th Oct 2020 Spiritual# 6- 5th Oct 2020 Spiritual# 5- 29th Nov 2020 Spiritual# 2- 30th Nov 2020

In the era where swords rule, where women consider their modesty their greatest virtue. Where a man would kill to find his wife warming another mans bed, a time when women would consider it the greatest of adultery or fornication to warm a bed other than her husbands. A time when an honorable man guards his gaze, for his gaze is solely for his wife alone, as well as his heart. He's feared, ruthless, cold, heartless, manipulative, cunning, a rake. Or so they assume... She's beautiful yet silent, not by a defect, she simply dislikes to mingle with gossip.Yet she has emotional scars that no one sees behind her smile, but a few. Cover by @forcade

When Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy agrees to accompany his friend Charles Bingley to his new estate in Hertfordshire, neither man could have anticipated how it would affect their lives, particularly in the form of the lovely Jane and Elizabeth Bennet! But when pride, prejudice, and a meddlesome Caroline Bingley succeed in separating the two couples, Mr. Darcy's cousin, Lady Anne DeBourgh, decides to take matters into her own hands. With help from Colonel Richard Fitzwilliam, Georgiana Darcy, and the newly introduced Mr. Dean Montgomery, will she succeed in bringing a happily ever after to those that she loves? This story is not for the Jane Austen purist, for although it has all of the original characters that we have come to love over the years, and it does include the main plot and story lines, it is called a variation for a reason, and will more often than not stray on some points and characteristics of the characters as it is from my own vision. Nonetheless it is strictly in old English, and will remain completely within the bounds of propriety!