She was never the favorite daughter. Never the ideal cousin. Never the girl who fit into mirrors or people's expectations. Mishel Wahaj, the youngest in a large, opinionated family, has grown up hearing one thing - "You need to lose weight." From aunties' taunts to silent glances at weddings, she's been shrinking emotionally long before she ever tried to shrink physically. But on the edge of 18, something inside her breaks - and quietly begins to rebuild. Across the same bloodline, Rayyan Alvi, her much older cousin - a 28-year-old CSS officer - is everything she's not: composed, dignified, unreachable. For years, Mishel barely registered in his world. But when life pulls them back into the same orbit, something fragile begins to form between unspoken words, eyes that linger too long, and a past that refuses to stay buried. This isn't a love story told in flowers and fairytales. It's told in sajdahs, silences, self-worth, and slow healing. As Mishel fights for her identity, her voice, and her relationship with Allah - she discovers that sometimes the most powerful love stories begin when you finally learn to love yourself. A journey of broken mirrors, unexpected souls, and divine timing. Because when Allah writes your story... nothing comes too early, and nothing comes too late.

『 ♡ 』 Your son just is one big fan of the pro hero Red roit, so much that he can find him? The bonding between them just leads to you and Red riot getting closer, much closer than a fan though. Maybe something you wished. Aged up :) ♡ ‧₊˚. ๓ Your son Akio, made you go through ups and downs but a better person over all. You never ever regret him but his father, you were lower class but still lived a happy life. You met a hero of Akios and kept seeing him around, over time you finally got to have a sort of friend ship that made you develop an old feeling.

~Flowers From 1970~ REUPLOADED

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[BOOK 1] [NOT EDITED] ❝if you were to describe me in one word, what would it be?❞ she had the perfect life, with ideal parents, loving family however that came to an end when her mother was diagnosed with cancer. at the pure age of nine, she started dealing with abuse. her father became an alcoholic and drug addict. she was bullied in school by multiple people but she never talked back. you can say she was under this illusion that she deserved everything she was getting because of her father. until one day. he never had the perfect life. his father is a complete piece of shit that he had to tolerate till this day. he spoke back and wouldn't take his shit anymore. the only reason he was still talking to his father was because of his mother and little sister. many traumatic things happened to him, which was the start of his anger issues. he didn't know if he could be tamed. he speaks rudely to her and she doesn't respond. ❝mine.❞

Médina, jeune femme de 20 ans qui a subit durant toute son enfance des coups de ses parents. Pourquoi ? Et Quand cela a-t-il commencer ? Tout a commencé lorsque son grand frère ; Karim décède suite à un accident de voiture. Ses parents en veulent à Médina pour aucune raison, elle n'a rien fait... Au fil du temps, ses parents la haïssent, Médina se sent de plus en plus coupable de la mort de son frère... [Cette chronique est à prendre au second degré malgré le thème fort de la maltraitance d'un enfant qui a une morale sur l'histoire. Mais c'est aussi une forme exagéré de ce style là de chronique, c'est donc une fiction, pour le coup, une vraie fiction car il y a souvent des trucs pas réaliste.] © Copyright, Tous droits réservés Aucune copie/plagiat et pub ne sera tolérée par l'auteur de ce cette chronique. Date de création : 2014 Date de publication : 2014 Fin : 2015 -Chroniikeuse

Salem, Moi c'est Tesnim, Lis mon Histoire et tu comprendra pourquoi... Actuellement en réécriture. Je suis responsable de ce que j'écris mais pas de ce que vous lisez. 👀 JE FAIS PAS DE PUB 🤦🏾‍♀️ Chronique fictif ✅ Édition 2017 !

One of the most powerful man in the world. He was called Octavius. Cruel, coldblooded, and completely unobtainable. The Devil in a Brioni suit. The mere whisper of his name was like lethal poison that burned through the hearts of millions. Penetrating, and clear amber eyes that made grown men weep, and women burned with seduction. Behind the curtains, no one knew what he looked like yet he was always in control. It was a reputation he had fought to establish, one that brought him power, wealth and just about... everything. When a series of unfortunate events lands her into the very strong, powerful arms of Octavius, it was everything she'd been warned about. The beautiful brute, Octavius, moody and controlling in every aspect. She had never met a man as brutal, and stormy as him, someone she couldn't help but sprout wild, random phrases to, and offer hugs. A man that always gets what and who he wants because that's how his life works. Until it doesn't. Until he stumbles into a five-feet angel with the sweetest smile, and adamant about being friends. - preview - "Has any man ever made you so crazy you thought you'd die if you didn't get his cock inside of you? If you couldn't feel his fingers digging into your thighs as he spread you open and devoured you whole? Have you ever come over and over, so hard and so many times you couldn't be sure where one ended and the other began?" His strong, veined hands gripped the backside of my bare thigh, tracing over my skin, itching higher and higher and I could feel a deep ache building inside my lower region. My mouth slacked, at a loss for words, all I could do was whimper softly under his possessive touches. "Answer me." Big, forceful hands caressed my chin, almost gripping my neck, only retracting as I let out a tiny breathless sigh. His dark deep amber eyes were on fire with a carnal sexuality that I had never seen before. "Use your words."