Writing guidelines I found on different sites compiled by me.

*Completed* "It was as if he was the sun and I was the Earth. Gravity pulled me toward him, but my fear of getting burned kept me at a distance." Collin King is getting his first taste of fame, but he's not sure he likes it. The music industry controls everything. His music. His personality. His image. His dates. He's sick of it. With the looming deadlines for his next hit single fast approaching, Collin is losing his words. How can he write a song when his inspiration died with his freedom? How can he write when he has no one to write about. Well... that's where Dominik Darling comes in. *Warning. This is a boy×boy novel. If you don't like it, don't read it.* *Started on December 25th* *Finished on February 11th* *#90 in Short Story - 01/24/18* *#78 in Short Story - 01/28/18* *#71 in Short Story - 01/29/18* *#55 in Short Story - 02/01/18* *#48 in Short Story - 02/09/18* *#45 in Short Story - 02/10/18* *#43 in Short Story - 02/24/18* *#11 in Short Story - 03/10/18*

{ english } The easiest part in life is thinking that you are living.

LANGUAGE: ENGLISH #41 HIGHEST RANKING ACHIEVED IN POSITIVITY 2021-12-22 #25 HIGHEST RANKING ACHIEVED IN INSPIRATIONAL 2022-01-22 *** "FAILURE is a part of learning. We should never give up on the struggles in life. You fail not because you are destined to fail, but because there are lessons which you need to learn as you move on with your life." *** None of these stories are my work as credits to the rightful owner.

This story was the inspiration to the next book that I wrote 1 Cure for 2 so after you read this check the other out Hope you like it!

[Formerly titled Billion's Bride] [STATUS - EDITING] "I want a church wedding." "You want a church wedding?" He seethed. "Are you also open to consummating this holy matrimony?" Her eyes shot up to meet his. Her heartbeat could be heard in the quiet room after the true meaning of what he was asking, settled in. "Believe me, Em, if I take you to that altar, it will be to honor every last vow I take." His eyes travelled briefly to the erratic rise and fall of her chest. "Now tell me, Em..." fixing his gaze back on hers, he asked, his voice low, "Are you willing to share my bed?"

Everyone is given a choice in love. To take it seriously or not. To make it Halal, or Haram. Habibah, a twenty two years old Muslimah is being pressured by her mother to take her life into a completely new stage, that is marriage. Her mother pressures her to the extent that Habibah is almost engaged to her own childhood friend, to which, of course, she rebuke. Hence, her mother makes a deal with her that she shall find a husband before her twenty third birthday next month. Who could that man be? Will they ever get married? Pandalicious271© E.N.H

{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.

Her heart was beating so fast and her stomach ached so bad. She knew this was it, this was her fate being sealed. " Zhulfah Bint Ilyas? " It would be weird to ask the Imam a question like " Hey look. There was a really nice old friend of my dad's pestering me to be his third wife and I didn't want to go to Ogbomosho and his proposal came along and everything kinda rushed from there, so does that mean I was in my sane mind when I said...yes?" Surely some level of insanity meant she wasn't sure, right? Must the question be a yes or no answer? Can't it just be a maybe? Something along the lines of ' maybe I'll marry him 'cuz my heart is kinda telling me to but my brain's answer isn't forthcoming?' Wait...does that even make any sense? " Zhulfah Bint Ilyas? " She hadn't had breakfast but she felt like she downed a whole packet of laxatives with the way her stomach danced weirdly. " Zhulfah... " " Yes! Yes! Yes! I do! I do!" She said a bit too loudly into the mic, and was instantly filled with regret. She heard her best friend chuckle lightly behind her and she wanted nothing more than to give her a good beating. She glanced over at her husband to be in a few minutes, and her face heated up when she caught him smiling amusingly. " I mean", She cleared her throat. " I do...accept him as...as..my husband." " Well, I think I'll have to speed up the event and legalize these two", The Imam joked and the whole congregation burst into laughter. Zhulfah's face warmed up several degrees, and she was so sure her face would be burnt before the end of that day with the way she was blushing to a severe degree. The Imam was still laughing, and she knew it won't look like a joke much longer if she had a scissors to his beard.

Labeebah Sheriff, known as 'BeebahShe' in the south and simply 'Beebah' in the north is your girl-next-door actress, likes to hide indoors but has enough vanity to see herself grace the screens. When tragedy strikes, Labeebah isn't surprised because to her, what could be more tragic that having an unsupportive partner? So she plunges herself harder into her work and leaves him to his antics. But how does she deal when she ends up in a wheelchair and has only her thoughts for company? What will she do? How will she even let light come back to her life? Misfortunate is Labeebah's fate. ***** The writing is beautiful and flows effortlessly well, I love the main character and this is one book I look forward to reading every chapter of. ****Halima Aliyu; author Flawed Souls****