Featured on: ¤ Stories Undiscovered ¤ YA Mystery ¤ 2024 Amby's Winner ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ No one is who they seem. No one is to be trusted in this suspense filled mystery novel. The small town of Black Hill is brought to its knees as beloved 17-year-old, May Hart, is brutally murdered. However, the story doesn't end with her... She is only the beginning.

Do not let your book be a reason for Allah to be upset with you. The fundamental issue of the growing library of Islamic books on Wattpad is the spiritual accuracy of the concepts that they explore. The reason I'm writing this book is because I've come across too many mistakes in Islamic books, particularly the romance novels that we so commonly indulge ourselves in. Turns out that terrible grammar and cliché's are now the least of your problem, rather it's the religious authenticity. This problem is terribly far-fetched and much too common for anyone's benefit. Take some time out to read this book instead of that 'Islamic' love story and bring yourself back to reality.

In-between words there is that sitting still. Staring at the screen or off in the distance, your eyes are not seeing outward. ... A question invited itself in. Perhaps due to something read, or seen or heard; perhaps an old odd one resurfacing for another try. Or simply, a reaction to a momentary action- like spilling coffee on the keyboard. I want to know. How YOU answer these questions. Maybe I'm seeking collaboration as comfort; maybe I need to borrow other perspectives for a while. Or. Maybe together we can shift the world just that little bit. (These are not writing prompts or invitations to flights of fantasy. I want REAL ya hear?)

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..