{Completed} My name is Miracle. I got that name when I was fourteen. I can't remember my family. I can't remember my friends. I can't remember anything from the past. Do I even have a past? Where was I born? Who are my parents? What did I like? Did I prefer dresses or sweaters? Was I a girly-girl or a tomboy? I lost everything the moment I came forcefully here. I didn't ask for this nor did I would want it. I came here to loose myself. I came here, because I got kidnapped. Everything I had known, everything I had forgotten came up to surface and tried to swim when he came into my life. He, the one who saved me.. ~ This story is so much more different than my previous ones. This is too emotional and extreme. Its about two people meeting each other in the worse circumstance. Two people who are trying to save each other by loosing themselves. Its still Islamic of course, but that will appear later in the story. If you don't like grammar mistakes, then this story is nothing for you. You have been warned. Also contains it scary parts which could make you cry, so if you can't handle that, then don't read it. Romance. GENERAL DISCLAIMER ABOUT MY WORKS: I write about the things that people don't want to think about. I write about the things that people are turning away from when its mentioned. I write about the things no one warned you about because in their eyes its a taboo to even think of it. I write about atheists, rape, forced marriages- all of the darkest side of life. If you don't like that, then this account is nothing for you.

The diaries of Palestine is a book written by me about different stories that happened to the Palestinians throughout the years as the war went on. I also wrote a few poems and added them to the book, hope you enjoy them 💕 As one of them, I decided to tell their story since it's my responsibility as a Palestinian to spread awareness about the Palestinian cause. Unlike other books, you are welcome to share the stories to help raise awareness about the Palestinian cause. This book is not full Get your full copy from Kobo books https://www.facebook.com/Leena-Mustafa-Books-109262857879883/ ************************************ I stood there outside in the street with my sisters and my neighbors, screaming at them and shouting and all that came out of my mouth was "It's my home" "It is my home" ************************************ *Ranked 1 in Palestinian 😍

An eighteen years old, Lizzy Pratt, struggles to keep up with the blankness of her life. Little did she know that a song she had heard on the radio would be the gateway to the solution of all her problems.

''I choose the Mafia, If that will make me powerful'' * A story about what happens when a good girl turns bad, when the innocent angel takes the duty of a merciless devil. But also when love fights hate. When a person is ripped between the feelings of love and the duties of being a Mafia leader * Sarah Carson, a 17 year old high-schooler has no dreams other than to achieve something which will make her family proud and happy. Like a flower she bloomed, making everyone allured to her. And so like a flower, she gets crushed. Ripped apart by the one who claimed to adore her. Family stands by you right? Wrong. Having no other option, she finds herself into the world of criminals, between Mafia leaders, drugs and deaths. Blood and murder. And she was determined. To be the one they all fear. Though there is a plot twist. He is known by the name of Hayden Jonathan Daniel. It so happens that Sarah finds herself falling for this plot twist.

Even though I'm boyish, and I've promised myself not to fall in love because I've got a past, I preferred celibacy. Love hurts... And now that I'm in a new place, one where I made friends, rivals and lovers. Friends that will always be there Rivals that will always create problems. Lover that will never stop loving, even though I refused love, one that will not stop caring, even though I told to stop. I'm caught in between Love, jealousy, hate, drama, and family problems Even though I have been so strong, I break when I'm caught up between the problems this people Create, I hope for a better tomorrow I hope for sweet days in Royal high school.

Cecilia Evans, is known as an Eastridge Academy Music diva, until that fateful New year's eve when her once perfected life is rudely shaken. Rejected by those who are dear to her, and filled with an unmerited guilt for having survived unscathed, she has to face her fears and inner tumors alone. Though, her only resort remains, HIM. Unknown to her, lurking deep in the shadows is someone who has an unrequited love for her but she doesn't recognise his true intentions and judges him wrongly. Is his love so strong, so true, to overcome all hurdles to finally win her heart completely even though it's from afar? Read to find out! ~Cover proudly made by Vinita_cookie 3rd place winner in Emerald Gems Awards 2020

Cigarettes, lilac skies and poetry at 3am: sixteen-year-old Pietro ''Pit'' Rossi knows the adrenaline of feeling empty and infinite at the same time. With the reputation of a goofy idiot who doesn't care about anything at all, getting held back at school doesn't seem like a problem. But it is. Because Pit cares about everything, and he always cares too much. [[word count: 70,000-80,000 words]]

From the author of You, my Punishment and Have you..? 'Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn't possible have any direct correlation to one's happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possible work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, than you are going to do it. It's really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint.' I closed the page of my laptop and sighed. The things I've been reading were not helping me to have peace with myself. I looked in the corner of my room. It looked gorgeous. The blue balloon looked gorgeous. Blue stands for communication, for trust. For logic and for calm. Blue is thinking, light, sun, sky. But to me, blue has the worse inside. To me blue is cold. Blue has lack of emotion. Blue is unfriendly. It was never there for me. No one was. Blue looked gorgeous from the outside, but from the inside it was empty. Empty as my soul. Nila was having a battle inside of her. Her mind wasn't logical. Things never made sense. She was trying to find something, but always ended up with empty hands. She knew that there was a truth somewhere hidden in the world. She knew she would find it. She started receiving letters that was going to change that. But what she didn't know was how broken she would be when she finally found it. How many broken blue balloons will there be when she has finally peace with her mind, peace with her own yellow paint. ~ Islamic romance story. I warn you for the grammar mistakes.

"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:)