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When four masked heros appeared to help protest, our hopes had gone up. The four giants, nicknamed Tank, Riot, Alpha and Athena caught your attention. Little did you know, you caught their attention as well. When P(igs)olice turn to violence, we all stand as one. So lets go to war and slay some bitches. Warning! This book will contain: Adult Language Sexual scenes (i know this isnt going to stop you thirsty ass 12 year olds, but i tried) Loads of fan service, so tell me what you want to see! Violence!! I WILL put warnings so you can skip the violence!! Descriptions of injuries! I WILL put warnings so you can skip it if it makes you feel sick! If you are pro Bl*e lives matter, fuck off! we dont want you here! ACAB!! FUCK 12!

this might come across as another attempt for romanticize abuse but have faith and read till the end Amal's pov: "please leave me" i pleaded to him but he just tightened his grip on my hand. "why?" he asked clenching his jaw staring at me and that was enough for me to get scared , he came closer to me and holding both my hands he pushed me towards him "i am asking you something, why should i not touch you?" i looked down trying to blink away my tears scared of the fact that if he sees me crying, i dont know what will he do. "just please i cant do this" I tried to explain my voice broken and shaky "I.Am.Asking" he paused and digged his finger deeper in my arms, "WHY!!!!??" he yelled i flinched and started shaking furiously "because its haram" i said and started sobbing he left my both hands and held my face in his hand squeezing my cheeks painfully, while I trembled in his arms, "are you really that Muslim who cares about haram and halal?" i felt like he slapped me, i looked at him shocked tears pooling out of my eyes, he took a deep breath trying to calm himself "i own you amal sweetheart but since you keep saying its haram, i am going to marry you and then i will see what excuse you have, now take rest darling you are going to be my bride today" with that he threw me on the bed and left and i just sobbed over my condition and started praying to allah to save me. Hi! i am neelam, This book is my first book and here's a sneak peak of the story if people want to read it I'll continue its just a peek if this gets some views I'll start writing amd uploading more and proper chapters

FACETS # 2 | 1st Draft Yahya Firas burnt every day in the fire of destruction lit by his parents. Suffered. Survived. Armineh Zain Ahmed was given to a man in marriage for another in the name of reparation. Debts paid. Amends made. Their paths collide with a single decision meant for retribution which will alter the entire course of their lives. Genre: Drama, Spiritual, Romance. [This in NO WAY identifies Islam and but the errors of human ways.] Unedited

(Completed)2nd in spiritual on 1st June 2020 #1 hijabi on 25/4/19 . Despite her complicated past and secrets, it is even more painful that her own relatives chose to hire her as a maid rather than accept her as a cousin. We will see how her journey unfolds. Only five chapters remain; the book has been moved to web novel, which you can read on Google or get the link from me.thank you so much 🥰🥰Love you all, thanks for always supporting me Please leave lots of comments and votes in webnovel to support me for contest and rate for me please, thanks a lot

"This is wrong-" "I don't fucking care!" He roars, throwing the chair across the room. I flinch, watching it break into little pieces, backing up further against the door as he continues to destroy his office while I whimper away from the loud noise. He spun around as I let out a helpless sob, noticing my tear-filled eyes his large figure took long strides towards me, taking my face between his hands. "What do you want me to do baby? I'll do anything to make it better" ∞ What happens when Amal Noor, a poor college student, is stuck between following her families wishes and beliefs or surrendering herself to the most difficult, hotheaded man who just doesn't know how to keep his hands to himself, Alessandro Da Vinci. Her college principal. ∞ #Book 1 in the La Mia series -SLOW UPDATES *I do not own any of the photos or videos in this book*

I drink hard, I play hard, I f*ck hard and I thrive hard in everything I do. I am care free. I use women like toilet papers. I don't care who gets hurt and why they get hurt. And I proceed to live happily. But my problem started when a f*cking Muslim bitch came to live next door. I have to keep my music low because the bitch has to sleep, I have to keep my f*cking inside the apartment because she couldn't soil her eyes. Well, guess what? I don't. People don't mess with me for a reason and this bitch is about to find it out. I am Robert or Rob. Whatever you choose to call me. I need a break from life. My step father kicked me out of the house for refusing to marry the man he choose for me. That is least of my problems. My problem is Rob, the moron who play heavy metal music all night, make out in the open and does a lot of things that is making my life a difficult one. He is too dangerous. He can completely destroy me. Yet..... Can life be anything but cruel? I am Amira and I about to find out. ****************************** I set to destroy her yet I destroyed myself - Rob I meant to change him and became a changed woman - Amira ************************** Please also read "A flower From Heaven (Zahra)", the story of Zainab and Stuart, the billionaire. The rogue Assassin , story of Safia, the doctor and John who kill for a living.

I am John, an assassin. It is fair to say I am one of the ruthless killers the world has ever seen. I am dangerous, merciless and everything bad. So it isn't arrogant when I say I am feared by all. I work for JR, the most powerful mafia godfather in the world. He wants something and I am about to get it for him, hook or crook. Little did I know this assignment would change me. For better or for worse, I don't know and I am about to find out. ***************************** I am a doctor. I save lives. I was brought up in an orphanage which the most ruthless man I have met - John, believe is mine. He is threatening me with starvation and rape if I don't handover a piece of land which belongs to the orphanage. But it is not mine to give and I will do anything, including face starvation and rape, if it means protecting generations of children to come. But then things change. Is it for better or worse? I don't know. I am Safia, and I am about to find out.

Previously known as "The Ceo And His Hijabi" *** The night was dark. Ruthless and forbidden. It was like the murkiness was calling him in the arms of lurking demons, the demons which had always been there with him, teasing him mocking him. He stood before the window, looking down at the city, which was glittering as if thousands of stars have descended down from the sky, each scattering as far as a human eye could see. The tall buildings stood there, an aura of pride surrounding them, reminding him the consequences of the evil power that he had faced. His heart was beating in a sinful rhythm but the devil, oh the devil, he stood there in the darkness as if it was his own cloak, his own shelter. "Tell me this is a lie," The little Muslimah whispered. Her voice hoarse with emotions, her throat perched from all the crying that she had done in the past hour. The truth that laid before her had broken her. "Either you believe the artificial lie or realize the truth lying before your eyes." His voice was cold, devoid of any emotion. His mind but his heart, it was in chaos. A cry of pain escaped the Muslimah's lips but he stood there, unwavering, listening to the tortured soul. "How long? How long have you kept this from me?" She questioned him. Her green eyes held a fire which he had never seen before. It was dangerous because it could consume her, becoming the reason for her own downfall. He knew after telling her the truth there was no coming back but he was a man of character and no matter how comforting a lie is, he would always go for the truth even if it meant chaos.

1st in Islamic on 5th Oct 2022 #200spiritual on 01/oct/19(Edited&Completed) I went inside and looked around; everything was well-organized, and I could clearly see the city. "Come in," he said angrily for the second time. His voice jolted me out of my reverie, telling me to stop staring, but when I turned to face him, he had stopped looking in my direction and had not even given me a sidelong glance. It was quite painful. ******* Grey vs. blue eyes Arrogant vs. calm Khalid Hussein & Mariam Abdul Ready to read about their journey?