THIS BOOK IS NOW A PREVIEW It wasn't the color of his eyes, or how they were hooded and look almost half asleep, everything took on life as long as she stared into his eyes. It was what she saw in them, what he made her see, how he looked at her, there was not a single stare of his that hadn't plunged her more in love with him, with his eyes he made her feel loved, he reprimanded her with them and he made her toes curl under her feet. All the deep, dark twisted side of him became opened to her, through his eyes, at his expressive best, or when they shifted to conceal a pain that he was sure revealing that would cause her pain. His Hazels. *** If Being Bilaal's wife came with a price, it was a tag worth every cent, every pain and sacrifice she'd made all her life..

#1 Youth 13th October, 2019. #1 parenting 11th August, 2019. #1 attorney 30th Sept, 2020 #5 Youth 1st October, 2019. #3 youth 28th August, 2019. #15 English 30th August, 2019 Maryam was afraid of how he made her feel. The reality of her circumstances. She had never been this emotionally raw, weak as she was with Mubarak, she physically felt safe in his presence. She had never felt safe in the presence of a man like she did with him. That was not on her agenda. She wasn't supposed to be feeling all the things she felt now, but they were there. That was the last thing she wanted. She could sense his resistance, she had never seen a man so intent on not liking her as he. The rest just ignored her, him? He saw her but it felt as if he didn't want to. And here she was all intent on Becoming Mrs Bugaje. What would he say to Maryam? This would devastate her beyond all measures. His hands travelled to hold his nape, squeezing the thick muscle there, he had never felt so worthless all his life like he did now. A graceful light-eyed girl who brightened a crowd with her mere presence, a girl with the heart of gold, his young gazelle. He had her right where he wanted, loving him like no other, despite him being reckless, nonchalant, a liar by omission and a rogue she still loved him whole. Her love made him so full that despite giving her his all he was still left with excess from her. This was the woman he would inevitably lose because of his recklessness. She would face the pain. A pain of Becoming Mrs Bugaje. He had vowed to protect her from herself. Yet he had pushed her over. He had vowed to make her see what people had done to her, she taught him forgiveness. Under all that crazy bubbly mouthiness, was his angelic queen, compassionate, loving- a jewel. Yet he ruined her. Now her ruin was his ruin, he had carried his pain long, hard and deep in his heart. She was a pain he was willing to live through life with. Her voice what he lived for. Her smile his home.

-UNEDITED- | IBRAHIM BOOK I | Iqraam Ibrahim; a billionaire who had it all. A loving family, money, fame, an empire and was living his dream as a CEO and Racer. He felt that he was 'Content.' And that 'Content' changed to something more when he met a certain niqabi. She became his Assistant and with a little (okay alot) of sparks and feelings, he fell in love. Except there was much more to the Niqabi then just her poise and posture or intelligence. And he would do anything to call her, his. New bonds, family reunion, shocking pasts and outrageous news- all in one. Welcome to the tale of two hearts, poles apart, The Billionaire and The Niqabi. © scopian_16 2015

Abdulhameed: She's my dream girl. Fatima: He's always been my crush, every girl has a crush on him. Abdulhameed: I love her. Fatima: I love him. Abdulhameed: I'm doing it for my father. Fatima: I'm literally forced. Abdulhameed: But she still loves her ex. Fatima: But he still loves his ex wife. Abdulhameed: And its just two years marriage. Fatima: And its just two years marriage.

When Alexis agrees to help the school's player, she must guard the secret that could unravel everything - even as unexpected feelings complicate the game. *** What happens when Alexis Dawson, the 'resident loser' of Redwood High, agrees to help the school's notorious player, Aaron Walker? How can she stop herself from falling for him? It isn't all love and romance - Alexis has a secret of her own. Join them on a journey of jealousy, betrayal, trust, friendship, and love. A little favour just got a whole lot more complicated. *** He was so close, his breath hit my lips. His eyes darted from my eyes to my lips. I stared intently, awaiting his next move. His lips fell near my ear. "Shut up and kiss me" He whispered roughly. A chill shot up my spine. I pulled back, staring at his eyes and leaned in...

| ZAEEF BOOK II | "You have a beautiful laugh" she said. "Whatever do you mean?" "When you laugh, it reminds of me of poetry" "That is new" "Its me. Its not new" * She fell for him the moment her eyes met his gray ones. Except she was not what he was looking for. Or so he thought. Take the journey of self discovery, of changes and of love with the second Zaeef brother, Yazdan Zaeef and the girl who he thought was just not his type, Aanabia Sadaf. * | Can be read as a stand alone book | Copyright scopian_16 2019

| ZAEEF BOOK I | -UNEDITED- "So destiny huh" he said and I looked away. Destiny. "It was all Allah's plan. Guess my prayers got answered" he said, looking at me as I stared at his blurry reflection in the steel walls. "You prayed for me" I said and he chuckled. "You don't want someone in your life so much until you begin praying for them each day" ________ Amyrah Saleh liked to think she was an independent young woman with a great big world to explore. Well she was one, no doubt. But with everything she had, she felt something lacked. Kayan Zaeef was the billionaire everyone was fond of. From being nice and friendly to being the most charming person at any event, he brought light to everything. They met by chance, He fell in love by choice. And he was determined to make her feel the same. After all, he was the charming billionaire. Join the fiery Amyrah with the gray eyed charmer, as they take on the unknown journey most like to call love. copyright scopian_16 2017

| IBRAHIM BOOK II | "I am willing to give my everything to you, if you agree to be mine forever" ---- He looked Italian He dressed brands He spoke billionaire language He ran an entire empire with the tip of his fingers He drove luxurious cars He traveled to exotic places He had all he ever wanted all except her She was his best friends' sister She was the girl he loved She was the one who had her head held high She was the one who could not be loved She was the one who cannot love and she was out of reach from him sparks, fireworks and mid season flowers and leaves, all fly about as the two meet, the twisted love story of. "The Billionaire And The Hijabi" => Highest Ranking: #2 on Spiritual Hotlist (15/02/16) copyright scopian_16 2016

A non practicing-muslim bad guy, An extroverted boss girl, stylistXfashion designer. Studying at New York University, Alia Hussein and Imran Roman face their fair share from the rage of unforgiving life, from fighting self destruction and addiction to hunting for faith and redemption, restoration of hope, self worth and purpose. Get yourself a glass of chill coke and box of tissues as their story unleash... Strictly not an Arewa story.

"Wait.. am I seriously falling for her?" -Unknown •••• Hi, my name is Maya Cooper, you might know my dad, Harris Cooper. Who he is or what he does is not important right now. What is, is the fact that I'm doing my senior year at a new school. In Chicago. I'm a timid girl, afraid to speak up. But be aware.. take a step back when I do. Yes my father was unreligious when he married my mom. If he still is unreligious, you may ask? You'll have to find that out throughout the story. I barely have any family left. Dad's side doesn't want anything to do with us and we only have my uncle Saïd from my mother's side. I'm not complaining though, I've seen people turn on their own blood. Choose your own family.. •• Hi, I'm Max. I was born in an unstable home, 18 years ago. My mom was a drug addict. Emphasis on 'was'. She's not anymore, not since my father left. Sorry, stepfather. Yup I only found out recently that the guy who raised me, never was my real father. My mother lied to me for over 18 years. How I found out? I'll tell you that later. The important thing right now is confronting the jerk that left me with someone who could never be a real father figure. Someone who made sure I, like him, was destined for hell. Sigh. Let's began, shall we. •••• Nothing in this book may be copied or reproduced. All rights reserved. Loosen up and be open-minded. This book sometimes addresses religions, but it isn't meant to preach anything. Enjoy ♡