a vampire /werewolf story Adira sat with atharv "can you let her go ?"she asked on a whisper . Atharv looked in her eyes , the look of pain in his eyes gave the answer "you think i can ? I wasnt able to avoid her , even before knowing that she is mine , how will i now , her scent called to me like nothing else .the mere second i basked in it was the best moments of my life . I didnt regret my being in that moments ."atharv said . "Decision is yours to make , think about every aspect carefully "adira left after saying it . --------------- This is the story about painful , heartwrenching , admirable , sweet love . Continue to read to find out whether atharv's girl would be able to survive him , his life or not --------------- Assalamualaikum friends!i am back . i am not gonna explain more about the characters . trust me and dive in . you will love it .INSHALLAH ❤❤❤

CHILDHOOD LOVE SERIES BOOK 1 (Sweet romance ) ASFAND JAHANGIR (age 27) a hard core bussiness man , who loves his doll alot .he cant even see a tear in her eye.what happens, when he will be forced to hurt her? AAMIYA JAHANGIR (age 19) a cute bubbly , loving girl.but she could be a brat also, when she decided to be .loved by everyone .she cant stay without asfi . ---------- Aamiya had gone inside, and was sitting in the lounging areas when Asfand entered and took a seat beside her. His face was wiped off of any emotions. "Did you give your number to Ahmed?" Asfand inquired, not quite looking at her. "No, not yet." Aamiya replied, turning towards him. "But I like, like him a lot." She continued. When Asfand turned toward her, the hurt was evident in his dark eyes. "You can't." Asfand mumbled as he stood up. Aamiya also got up, behind him and stopped him from moving by holding his hand. "Why?" She asked."Why can't I? What is it that I'm not aware of?" She shouted. Asfand turned and grabbed her by her shoulders. "Because you are my wife." (Assalam ualaikum friends! a new story for my lovely readers .hope that you all like it .)

If you're a happy person, better stay away from this depressing af poetry book. And to those of you who relate to my poems...I'm sorry...I'm sorry we had to go through this shit :( (cover is not mine)

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.

Highest Ranking #192 in Mystery / Thriller (26.1.2018) It is the last day of summer, and I am walking under a blue prairie sky through the grounds of a medium-security prison in Prison, Turkey. It has been 18 years since I was raped, and I am on my way to meet my attacker. Everyone has asked me why I want to meet him. I tell them. "Because I'd like to meet the man I've been in a relationship with for my entire life." For myself, I want to even out the power imbalance between us, to sit across the table on my terms and look into his eyes. The meeting has been arranged by my therapist and also my husband and he has had several talks with the man, Kenan Ergenç, Known as the "Aga". He warns me about the Nirvana Outcome, which rarely happens and consists of the offender offering a heartfelt apology to his victims. I tell him that I am expecting no such thing. Finally, he enters, walking with a cane. We stand. He offers me his hand. "I'm Kenan. Nice to meet you." "I'm Melek. Nice to meet you again." It is the oddest thing to say. And yet it is true. In many ways the attack and being kidnapped taught me what I was made of, and for that, I am grateful. It is also not the first time we have met , we have lived together 18 Years Ago " Til Death Do Us Part... or Until I Escape" I spit on his face. " Try all you can angel face ,but at the end you will always be MINE and you will never escape from me" He smirked. _____________________ You grow up dreaming about your future, imagining the job and the family you will have. You decide which profession to choose, whom to marry, what to do with your life. But what if you don't have any choice? What if someone has already decided for you, and put their desires ahead of yours? Will you fight or accept your fate? A 28-year-old women tells us about a day when her dreams were taken away from her and replaced by nightmares. *CONTENT WARNING* Rape, violence , and abuse.

[Highest ranking: #1 in Spiritual on 15/8/18] ••• • In which a girl saved a boy's life in the most unexpected of circumstances • She drank water. He drank alcohol. She had a family who'd take a bullet for her. He had a family who'd throw him under the bus. She dreamt of her future. He dreamt of his death. Both are Muslims but only one is closer to their Lord. ••• *NOT CLICHÉ* This story in no way depicts the true Muslim culture. It's about the modern Muslims nowadays who steer away from the right path. This book contains some strong language, graphic content and violence so I advise you to read it with care. WARNING: too much cuteness you'll die squealing. ©Copyright 2018. sanasays. Any sort of plagiarism of my story will be reported immediately, and that includes my aesthetics and banners as well.

"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!

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.

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 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.