A pair of caramel eyes, a sharp and pointed noise, a strong and defined jaw, and carnation pink lips-those were the words that could describe the man Allison Tanya Valmonte kept on dreaming every night. The man she didn't know existed. Bewitched and curious, she meticulously drew every detail of his physique and brought him to life using every stroke of her paint brush. Making that man her own masterpiece that would be featured on an art exhibit that she needed to attend to. On the day of the exhibit, their worlds collided-the man on her painting was standing next to her, real, alive, and breathing.

"I know that we will never be a real couple, but we can at least be nice to each other Aneel" I told him. I've had enough. Tears were starting to prick my eyes, but I didn't let them fall. He looked over at me in a weird expression. Like if I died in front of him, he wouldn't care. "You don't get it, do you?! I. will. never. love. you! I will never care for you. You wait, every day, for me to come home and have dinner with you like normal couples do- you are pathetic. You are nothing! Absolutely nothing to me. You are not even worth my words. You are a loser who has nobody- your parents? They are just like me. They knew that you were worthless and wanted to get rid of you" he said angrily. I was not angry at him. He was telling the truth. I'm nothing. Never was, never will. I nodded. He was right. He was so damn right. Sahra Ali is eighteen years old when she gets married. It was not a marriage out of love, no, she was forced into it. Shre grew up being abused. Her parents sold her for money. No parent would do that, so are her so called parents her real parents? She is trying to survive this marriage, because she believes in Allah and knows that He had a good reason that He gave her all these pain. Aneel Osman is a badboy who wants nothing to do with Islam. He was a muslim when he was younger, but when something bad happened, he blamed Allah for it. Deep inside he knows that it is wrong, but shoves that thought away. He began doing the things Allah prohibited. There was no one to hold onto or to pull him out. He kept falling and falling. And when he has to deal with that girl his parents wants him to marry, he is losing himself more and more. Read the description in the book for the fully version! This is a short draft! ~ Salaam guys, this story is edited! Almost everything has CHANGED and it is now a mature story. I like how it turned out. Thank you for all your support! It still contains small grammar mistakes. You have been warned:)

You and Jungkook were childhood best friends. Theres just one thing...You hadn't realized he was in love with you.

Read this story how y/n loved a mafia and fought for her love. She was a shy and caring girl who loved teddies and books. He was a mafia who was cold and loved killing people. But after meeting her he started being happy. But someone wanted her not to love him. Do you think they will be together or they have live without each other?? Started :- 1/7/20 Ended :- 20/8/20 WINS 1st place in Dynamite Awards (jungkook category) 1st Place in TPI awards (Fanfiction category)

"I-I don't have a choice...I have to kill you." Jungkook dreads this but doesn't fight as I keep my gun aimed right at him. "If you must do this then I have one last thing to say. I love you Minhee." I pull the trigger. ---------------- {Completed Unedited} Finished: 24/12/20

𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐲𝐞 , 𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 ^𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵 𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝒾𝓃ℯ, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓘 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓮𝓹𝓮𝓻^ ~"Mianhae Kookie, I know I'm not good enough for you. I hope you will be happy without me, without my present. All the best Jungkook-ah!! Mianhae, Saranghae. 𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑏𝑦𝑒 , 𝑀𝑦 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒. " -Hyera~ #159 - Sadstory #41 - sadlife #66 - triangle #127- triangle #1 - sadlife #2 - sadlife