[not a student-teacher romance] [wattpad featured story] For Rabail her entire world revolves around the ideals, traditions, and honor of her family, but fate brings her face to face with one person who clashes with each and everything that is important to her. Suddenly her honored family is not so perfect and slanderous secrets are threatening to come out, and her heart is at risk of falling in love with the man who shattered her ideal world. While life has brought at crossroads of either hurting her family or the man who became so dear to her. Khan's world is limited to his books and his words. His doors are closed to the world and he is content living in his own darkness until Rabail literally forces herself in his life. Once he has gotten a taste of the light that she carries, suddenly his comfortable darkness becomes too suffocating, leaving him with cravings of light. Now, his heart is daring him to live and love, but what about all the times he swore to never trust another soul? ///// Mature [for self-harm]

"So you're telling me I'm supposed to be dead? How the hell am I replying then?!" In which she sends texts to her dead senior until suddenly, someone starts replying back. warnings: mention of death, depression and suicide inspired from anime kimi no nawa and orange Highest: 1 in jin 1 in kpop 1 in textfic 37 in fanfiction [COMPLETED]

Bibliophile - a person who collects or has a great love of books. * * * * Nicholas loves to read. It is his passion, his source of air, his world. He'd lose himself among the pages of an alternate reality. It is his daily routine, so getting a job at the library is the next best thing. The problem? Well, Nicholas doesn't know except for the fact that he's never happy. Without books, he'd never feel anything. That is until one fateful day he meets a girl who is willing to show him what it really feels like to be happy. Not just any girl, but a fandom obsessed Muslim girl. (Book One in the Bookworms Duology, but can be read as a stand alone) •Cover made by @soundthealarm• [Highest ranking: #2 in Spiritual]

Short stories, prose and poetry to encapsulate the parts of life I find myself stuck in. *Some content may feature descriptions of sensitive topics, such as anxiety or depression. Warnings will be present throughout regarding this content.

A collection of poems, thoughts and passages written to release bottled-up feelings. These poems aren't just ink on paper or words on a screen; they tell my story, through good times and bad, as I attempt to recover from mental illnesses and past experiences that have led me to be the person I am today.

"Despite 7 million colors being visible to the human eye, and 48 of your color pencils available for you to use, why are you only using the black, white, and red ones?" I looked down and tried to think of the answer. I don't know, maybe because black is my dark days lacking you, white is all the emptiness I felt, and red... Is the color of my bleeding conscience. As I don't want to let him down, I kept those answers to myself. And all I said was "You want me to start using other colors too?" "As much as I want you to start opening your heart, to the fact that you have many other people who loves you and cares about you, and that it's not only me." I froze as I am not able to give him an answer to that. I hate lying. But I hated disappointing him even more. started: 08/08/15 completed: 23/06/17

And suddenly, I couldn't tell anymore if it was me the one reading her words or her words were the ones that kept reading my soul

Paisley Roux. She wasn't the type of girl your parents warned you about; she was the type of girl your parents forgot to warn you about. Exclude smoking, drinking, and partying-the typical things you do to be branded as a bad girl. Paisley was far more dangerous than that. She could hurt you with her own broken pieces. She was the embers of fire, the edge of a blade, and the devil's laughter. Paisley's achievements: #2 in BreakingStereotypes #53 in Short Story #1 in Words Hurt (05-19) #73 in short story (05-19)