Hello everyone! Welcome to my first fanfiction! In this Miraculous Ladybug story Chat Noir visits Marinette to cheer her up on her birthday with a gift. What will it be? What will it lead to? Stay tuned to find out~

*Completed* *Unedited* With every step he took towards me, I took one back until I hit the edge of his bed. A deep growl rumbled from his throat and I tried to make myself smaller in hopes that he would leave me alone. Being a human, I stood no chance against this beast in front of me. He would tear me apart. His muscles rippled with ease from underneath his shirt; his stance towered over me; his eyes colored with darkness; and I knew he was struggling to keep his wolf contained. "Kitten, don't act all scared. This is what you wanted, isn't it? You've always fantasized about what it would be like to be with a beast like me." His hand approached me slowly and then brushed my hip. I gasped. His teeth grazed my neck and I unconsciously leaned my head away, so he could have more room. "Answer me!" he growled. My chest furiously moved up and down as I tried to calm myself. I shook my head. "Well, Kitten, you're MINE. Whether you like it or not." From a very young age, Mae has been told by her father to stay away from werewolves. They were too rough, too dangerous for humans, but she always had a fascination with them. Damon was the Alpha of the Night Bane pack and he was exactly what Mae's father told her he would be - rough and dangerous. *Not my cover art @ Jojoesart

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||

Short Poetry- Where the West Wind Blows is a collection of stories from where ever the West WInd comes from. From across meadows and forests, oceans and mountains, rivers and valleys, the West Wind carries a unique language of its own. This is my translation, brought to you straight from the depths of my mind.

"Don't worry. I'm gonna make him an offer he can't refuse."

In having the distinction of being undefeated in over a hundred battles against superior forces. He is regarded as one of the finest military commanders in history. + Quranic Verses

"Being Muslimah" follows Sarah Idris, a strong willed and faithful girl, in her unforeseeable, roller-coaster life. The story centers around an event that takes her life to a new level of unpredictable: marriage to a complete stranger. However, will her husband accept her for her hidden beauty and will she be able to get along with someone she doesn't even know? Even more so, what happens when she is left out in the woods to die? Let's find out... (complete)