Meet Sarah, a 23 year old Muslim girl who like every other female waiting for the right guy to propose her and make her be the happiest person alive. Sarah is a very religious and indeed very beautiful, but one is that Sarah is stubborn and will stand up for her rights, well what she thinks is right. She has a attitude that she will treat people the same way people treat her, she hates people with mood swings and always prayed to Allah that her future husband does not have swings in his mood, isn't arrogant and last be not least a drug-dealer . What happens when she get proposed by a very arrogant yet sexy bipolar billionaire, Salim, Sarah's father's best friends son. Which Sarah thinks he is a very religious and nice, with thoughts of that Sarah agrees to marry him. What happens when Salim's real face shows up after marriage? Will Sarah get use to his arrogance and bipolar habits? Or will she change him? What happens on the first night of they marriage Salim tells her that he only married her so he could get his father's company and asks her to sign a contract marriage for one year after blackmailing her? Well I guess you will have click or tap read to find out. {Muslim story}

"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"

Anabia, a 18 year old girl. Pretty, kind hearted, polite, lively, religious and most importantly a muslimah. Her life is just perfect but, as they say nothing is perfect. Her life is turned upside down when she is forced to marry a gangster. Kashif, the biggest gangster of town. Everyone fears him. He's only 20 yet he is the most dangerous man you'll come across. He has a dark past. He admires a girl named Anabia but she loathes him. What will happen when they're married? Will they fall in love? Or will they fall apart? Join in their journey to know what happens. ;) Chapter 1-3 are made private due to some reasons and chapter 25 and 26 will be made private so in order to read them you have to follow me Currently Editing This Book And Making Small Changes 😊 Currently: #16 in Spiritual #47 in Love #140 in Gangster

"Shh."he whispers putting a finger to my lips. I looked down at his finger on my lips, and then into his eyes. He stared at my face, as if memorizing every pary of it. We looked into each others eyes, lost. He swallowed, and moved forward, kissing my forehead. I closed my eyes, as his lips touched my skin. His hand, lightly stroked my cheek, as he kissed my eyes. "A...Asher." i mumbled, when his lips grazed my cheek. He was tracing my lips again and agian with the back of his thumb, and i thought my heart would explode. "Hmm." He whispered, and his lips grazed my jaw line, making me inhale sharply. Cover credit goes to @ Bushra_Siddiqui!!

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.

"Are you sure you're there to make peace?" I questioned him. He gave me a confusion look. "Excuse me?" he asked with annoyance in his voice. "If you're there to make PEACE then why thousand of innocent people die.... Women, Children" I said this time I raised my voice, I was really angry. "Everyone knows that Palestine is safe now" he said.By the look on his face he was angry. "Thats what the media wants us to believe, I have one question, if thats ok" I questioned him, he nodded his head and said "Sure go ahead". "Have you ever been in Palestine?" I questioned, he shook his head as no. Silence filled the room, it was death silence, until I decided to break it. "Then dont tell me that Palestine is safe or its in peace, We may own the name Palestine but we do not own the land because of your country." I shout out last part,with that I grabbed my bag and my notes and headed towards the exit until I heard him speak again. "I will not discuss that with you in here" he said. I shook my head in disbelief and walk out the conference room. Rana Kaya 20 years old, half Turkish and half Palestinian girl who witnessed her mother's death, she was only eight years old when she saw her mother hanged herself before her eyes. Now 12 years past, almost every night she has night mares about her mother suicide,cant forget or forgive her past. One day she meets David Stasi 25 year old lawyer and Israeli representatives nephew. They instantly hate each other, but little do they know they are falling for each other.

What if one has everything one want in life? Looks, money, influence, power, women and almost everything one want in life? Well, yea, then it will make one more arrogant and invincible. Then what if one losses everything and on the street with nothing but the clothes one is wearing? How can I get everything back? I am Joe, the one who will stop at nothing. My employer Joe who I am sure had hardly seen me is in a mess. His family kind of kicked him out of his own inheritance and money. One thing I am ever thankful for Joe is for the way he treated his maids. He was generous. He helped me when no one else hired me. My gratitude is deep. When Joe spoke to me, I knew the least I can do is provide a home, until he fights back and get his own house. I am Zahra, the house maid at Joe's mansion and currently jobless. ********************************** Also read : A Flower From Heaven (Zahra) story of Billionaire Stuart and Zainab. From hate, to lust to love, story of Robert and Amira.

I am psychiatrist. I have been hired by one of the most dangerous prisons in the country to treat in mates with their trauma. Some of them are sentenced to life time in prison and others are for capital punishment. I come from a sheltered family. My entire life is sheltered and well planed. Then I met him, Steve. Who is he? Why is he here and why does he confess to a crime clearly he hasn't committed? And why does he look at me with hate , desire and very rarely with tenderness? And why does my heart betray me when I am with him?

Previously known as "The Ceo And His Hijabi" *** The night was dark. Ruthless and forbidden. It was like the murkiness was calling him in the arms of lurking demons, the demons which had always been there with him, teasing him mocking him. He stood before the window, looking down at the city, which was glittering as if thousands of stars have descended down from the sky, each scattering as far as a human eye could see. The tall buildings stood there, an aura of pride surrounding them, reminding him the consequences of the evil power that he had faced. His heart was beating in a sinful rhythm but the devil, oh the devil, he stood there in the darkness as if it was his own cloak, his own shelter. "Tell me this is a lie," The little Muslimah whispered. Her voice hoarse with emotions, her throat perched from all the crying that she had done in the past hour. The truth that laid before her had broken her. "Either you believe the artificial lie or realize the truth lying before your eyes." His voice was cold, devoid of any emotion. His mind but his heart, it was in chaos. A cry of pain escaped the Muslimah's lips but he stood there, unwavering, listening to the tortured soul. "How long? How long have you kept this from me?" She questioned him. Her green eyes held a fire which he had never seen before. It was dangerous because it could consume her, becoming the reason for her own downfall. He knew after telling her the truth there was no coming back but he was a man of character and no matter how comforting a lie is, he would always go for the truth even if it meant chaos.

Blade Vincent, is one of the most dangerous Russian mafia boss know. No one fucks with him, speaks of him, everyone is afraid of the infamous Blade because of his legacy? He's cold..heartless..careless.... Until Dalia Hearty comes twisted up in something with Blade at the wrong place and time. What will Blade do when he found out someone witnessed him doing bad things? Will Dalia get away?