"Look Ayan...," I started, ready to announce my decision, "I know your brother is a total weirdo and can't do romance and stuff but I can't ignore his good qualities. I mean it's not like I am head over heels for him but yeah, he seems like a good guy. Now, if he proves to be a jerk in future, then I'm sure I won't think twice before breaking his bones. Therefore, you can tell him I'm ready for the marriage." "Well thank you, my lady. I promise you won't regret your decision," I heard him and immediately recognised the owner of the voice. It wasn't Ayan. Shit!! Did I just make a fool of myself in front of HIM. Oh my Allah! "And about that romance thing..." He spoke again as he turned to me and I swear I could hear my heartbeats, "I'll prove you wrong after marriage." . . . Ashiya Zarin, a 24 year old practicing muslimah who is crazy, sweet and innocent. She's cheerful and loves to make others happy. What happens when she meets Ahan Rahman, a smart, straightforward and serious guy? Start reading to know about their journey full of comedy, surprises and of course romance.

[My stories do NOT represent Islam, they represent most Muslims nowadays] ~~~~ "So I can't be this close to you?" Brody softly asked, pretending he didn't know the rules of my religion. "THEN LEAVE", he added pointing towards the door. And that's when it hit me, it wasn't him who was holding me there.. it was my own body that was craving for his touch. "LEAVE!", Brody shouted. I was looking at him, not moving any part of my body. He grabbed my waist with both hands, pulled me closer to him until our bodies touched. "You have no idea how many times I've dreamt of this moment", Brody whispered. ~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~ She is; Kind Caring Intelligent Helpful And Muslim He is; A bully A jerk Annoying Cocky And is unsure about his believes He used to bully her, she used to hate him... But what will happen when they get paired up with eachother for their project? And will one of them develop feelings for one another? Read and find out. •Also, this story involves religions like Islam but that doesn't mean that the characters in this story are perfect.. We all make mistakes• And Allah (Subhana Wa'Tahala) is the best of planners. [Holy Quran 8:30] Highest ranking: #1 [multiple times]

"Sarah Malik, a small-town Canadian high schooler, has always lived up to her well-respected image. But when she develops feelings for the two Smith brothers, Jake and James, she's thrown into a complicated love triangle. Sarah is stuck between two guys who are both in love with her, and she has to navigate the complexities of her emotions as well as the pressures of her small-town community. Will Sarah be able to sort out her feelings and make a decision, or will the love triangle drive her to desperation? Join Sarah on her journey of self-discovery, and see what happens when she finds herself at the center of a tangled web of love, jealousy, and desire." __¤¸¸.•'¯'•¸¸.•..>> •<<..•.¸¸•'¯'•.¸¸¤__ Assalamualaikum everyone, I recently became interested in dwelling in the writing art, so this is my first time as a writer. I am a normal reader like the rest of you, so please bare with me and support me. I would love to hear your feedback and suggestions. This is a journey that I am excited to embark on and I hope to improve with every new piece of writing. Thank you all for your support and encouragement. -------------~••░▒▓██▓▒░••~---------- All the characters and events from this book is completely fictional and if it relate to any body or any one in real life it's completely co-incidence. Can

I walked down the white hallways filled with the smell of bleach and chlorine. The lights above were too bright, too luminescent. I can't think. I can't look straight. I can't breathe. Everything was blurry. I touched my cheeks and felt tears cascade down to my chin. My steps faltered. My heart wouldn't stop beating out of my chest. "I'm sorry Nouran." She had looked at me sadly, eyes filled with emptiness. No, no, no. What am I going to do? What am I going to tell him? Him. Izhar. I can't breathe.... Allah. •|#1 in Spiritual on February 20th, 2016 // March 26th, 2016 // May 20th, 2016 // June 25th, 2016 // July 3rd, 2016 // July 13th, 2016 // July 28th, 2016 // August 2nd, 2016 // August 13th, 2016 // December 28th, 2016 // January 21st, 2017 // January 27th, 2017 // March 23rd, 2017|• ||1 million reads as of May 12th, 2017|| ||2 million reads as of September 15th, 2018|| ||3 million reads as of July 15th, 2020|| ||A Wattpad Featured Story as of August 11th, 2017|| ||100K votes as of February 20th, 2018||

This is the sequel (continuation) of After. Hardin and Tessa's relationship will be tested in ways she never expected, but he knew of all along.

STORY 1 Ivy James loved being top of the school; she could click her fingers and get anyone to fulfill whatever her heart desired. She was happy enough with her equal, top jock, bad boy boyfriend, and there was nobody that could bring them down. Apart from a tiny rumor that people had seen Ivy and her boyfriend's best friend going into a room together at a party. What nobody knows is the evil that happened that night and the ways in which the queen bee's life changed accordingly. Trying to navigate the aftershocks of assault, Ivy captures the interest of another member of the 'golden group'. He is fascinated by her and the way she acts around people. And before they both know it, not only are they navigating their own secrets, they find themselves engulfed in each other. It's funny how we fall in love with the most unexpected person at the most unexpected time. *Disclaimer* this story includes scenes of a sexual nature and reference to sexual violence. It will also include descriptions of symptoms of mental illness.

Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.

**Brother's Best Friend Romance.** [[[NOW AVAILABLE ON AMAZON AND KINDLE UNLIMITED!]]] When you grow up in a small town like Great Meadows, you learn to create your own entertainment. You can either spend your time getting high, partying at the field, or working on cars. For Veronica Russo, there's a certain solace found underneath the hood. As the youngest sibling of the Russo family, Veronica is under the watchful eyes of her four older brothers; four very protective, very overbearing, and very outspoken brothers. Every guy in town knows Veronicas label: strictly off-limits. They have succeeded in enforcing it; running off every guy that so much as looks in her direction. That is, until Chase arrives back in town. Close family friend and motorhead, Chase Daniels, returns from deployment, and his world is turned upside down when he comes face to face with Veronica again; shocked to find that she is all grown up. The more he surrounds himself in her company and learns that there is more to Veronica than he ever knew, the more he feels an intense pull towards her. There's just one problem-his best friends won't allow it. Is the fallout of life-long friendships worth the possibility of something more? BOOK 1 in the Russo Family Series. *story is not intended for young eyes* Cover created by the very talented @virtuesvice © 2016 by Jenni Linn. All rights reserved. Labeled is published under this account only(BEAUT1FULDREAMER). Plagiarism is not tolerated. If you come across this story elsewhere, please report it to Wattpad or myself.

After an Alpha has given up looking for their mate, and they need a Luna to help run the pack, they will organise an event known as The Whipping. Female volunteers from packs around the country will put themselves forward if they wish to be in the chance of becoming a Luna. These she-wolves would be whipped in front of all the packs, again and again until their backs were red raw and blood covered. The last female remaining would be given the title of Luna as the Alpha would only want the strongest wolf to help run his pack. Most wolves gave up and quit as they couldn't take the pain, but some head-strong females would go until they were no longer breathing. It was an ugly tradition, from years ago. I had never heard of one happening in this day and age...until that day... Until I met him... On the day of The Whipping...

#EDITING# Previously known as- When the bad boy noticed me. Trap called chaos. Trap called emotions. Trap called life.