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Don't Remember Me

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Leituras 2,557
Votos 180
Capítulos 10
Tempo 58m

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"I can't be what you want me to be." Her eyes remained downcast as her voice quivered just above a whisper.

"I don't want you to be anything you're not." He knelt by her knees, reaching a hand out blindly in the dark in search of hers.

"I can't..." She flinched as the pads of his fingers brush the delicate skin of her hands. "I can't give you anything." 

Finally, she looked up. Her cheeks were streaked with the tears she had fought so hard to contain. Her lips, red and chapped quivered and her skin glowed a deathly shade of white in the dark. 

But that wasn't what he saw. 

He was transfixed on her eyes. His gaze glued to one that sent shivers running down his spine and drowned him in dark and deep waters simultaneously.  And he couldn't fight it. She could dunk him hundreds of times, and stab him hundreds more and yet he still found a way to convince himself that it was okay.

She was killing him, but he deserved it.Todos os Direitos Reservados

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She tried to loosen his grip on her jaw but invane. "This i-is n-not right. You c-can't t-touch me. P-Please m-move away you're t-to close. J-just let me go." Her words only infuriated him to no end. He growled, his chest vibrated and he snickered like a deranged man. "I can touch you as much as I want and wherever I want." She felt enraged at his vile words. "NO! YOU CAN NOT! I won't allow thismmmmffff." He didn't let her finish and to emphasise on his words he took her lips in a bruising kiss which was full of passion, lust and aggression. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Alizey a 21 year old girl who is a university student,and lives happily with her family. She is a hijjabi and a practicing Muslimah. For her, her family is everything,and she can do anything for them. Alexander, the boss of the under world, known as Alex. He is ruthless,stone hearted man. What happened when he lays his eyes on a girl, who can never be his. What will he do to get her. (18+⚠️) READ TO FIND OUT. THERE ARE TOTAL 54 CHAPTERS IN THIS STORY.... Highest ranks. #1 in mine. #1 in muslim. #1 in hijabi. #1 in gunn. #1 in muslimah. #1 in desire. #1 in criminal. ******************************** This work is completely mine and I'm strictly against plagiarism so kindly DO NOT COPY MY WORK.

His Haram Touch, de Peperoses

Asad Khan Gusto (The Gay Husband) His father wants him to become a son His mother wants him to become a beast The society wants him to become a man His wife wants him to become a husband But He just wants to be a human Aslia Gusto (The Sick Wife) Her stepfather wants her to become a wife Her mother wants her to survive The society wants her to be submissive Her husband wants her to be dead But she just wants to fight death 🍁🍁🍁 Aslia Gusto,she was given the title of a wife but never the role. Won the hearts of many but never her husband. But despite her husband's cold persona she still fell first but he did fall harder but in a complicated way. For the trial of their marriage was not you and me against the world but you and me against your rainbow world. This story wasn't just about being confused with yourself,or being at home in the wrong womb. This was also a sentiment of a wife,terrified to lose her husband,not just from the call of death but also from the call of Haram. If a man is not for a man,would the wife be powerful enough to free her husband from the Haram touch? Love sees no gender,but the origin of romance is Adam and Eve. 🚨🚨🚨 Heavy content Violence Vulgar words : #1 in IslamicRomance (12/11/25) 2025

Before you go, de meemxy

"Listen to me Qurratul Ayn, before you go, I want to know; did I ever offend you? Is my love for you too little?" I can feel his hand hovering over mine. He wants to hold it, but he knows better than to do that. "Please, I don't want to do this now. My flight is in thirty minutes." I can feel the tears wetting my Niqab. "No! I want to know. Where did I go wrong? Was it money? I didn't feed you well? I didn't clothe you? My love wasn't enough for you? I need to know, all those years! You're seriously willing to throw them away like they were nothing?" A sob breaks out but I manage to hide it behind a cough. I take a silent deep breath and turn, my Niqab swaying and making a whip sound. "It's not like, they really were nothing! Look, I don't have it in me to explain myself. You said you'd give me whatever I want? Then leave me be. I never loved you okay! I never did, it was all a sham, a facade!" His hand that was looming over mine falls limp beside him and he staggers back. "You're lying." He laughs. It's as if he's trying to convince himself. I scoff. "You think so? Well take a look at this." His eyes fill with tears and he takes one of his hands and place it on his mouth. He can't believe that it's actually true. "Okay, Fa'iza." My heart breaks. He never calls me that, ever. "I know something is wrong, and wallahi I'm going to find it out and bring you back to my house in six months. I promise." I feel my heart squeeze knowing his promise can never come to pass, ever. Death is nearing me so nothing can be done. Absolutely nothing. * Ten years of loving, doting over each other and marriage, Fa'iza upped and suddenly said she wanted out of the marriage. After months of persuasion and blackmail, Bello let her go, but before she left, he made a promise. Would he be able to fulfill this promise? STARTED: COMPLETED:

If I Can Hate You, Why Can't You? A Nigerian Story, de princessdeeyarh2002

Anger, pure anger and fear sipped through her veins threatening to burst out. She struggled vehemently to release her hand, but that only made him tighten his hand around her twisted arm. She cried out of pain but that only seemed to impress him. He smirked and said, "Mm, so fiesty?" He glared at her and pushed her against the wall. "You are evil Abdullah!" She almost shouted. Beads of sweat formed on her silk skin. Why was he making her life a living hell in her matrimonial home? She was supposed to live a happy life with her so-called husband, but instead, he is bullying her. "Just tell me, why?" She gazed at him confused wondering what he meant by that. "Why what?" She cried "Heh" he chuckled, "don't play dumb with me Kulthum. Just tell me why you chose him over me? What am I lacking? Huh? Tell me!" He shouted pushing her more against the wall. "Because you are evil! I never loved you in the first place, you are nothing worth loving" she spat as tears flowed down her beautiful face. As soon as he heard that, his face stoned up while his jaw clenched and his eyes became bloodshot. Such a sight she had never seen since she was married to him. "If I can hate you, why can't you, Abdullah?! I am so tired of this relationship, I can't do it anymore just let me go" With a dejected heart, he released her hand and whispered dangerously close to her ear, "If I can't have you, then no one will" He stumped off angrily while she slumped to the ground releasing a heavy sigh of defeat as tears rolled down her cheek. Since the day she got married to him, there had never been a day where she laughed for at least two minutes. All she knew at that very moment was that she was doomed! *completed but currently under editing*

Amar granth- The eternal book, de author__soni25

"Ishq mubarak Chanda" he said, cupping her face in his shaking hands ______________ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤-𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐞? One moment, she was just another reader, lost in the world of a fantasy novel. The next, she was living it. But not as the heroine-not as the warrior fated to save the world. No, she was reborn as her, the villainess, the cursed soul doomed to be nothing more than an obstacle in someone else's happily ever after. She knows this story. She's read it before. And she remembers exactly how it ends. A blade through her heart. Blood staining the cold stone floors. Death at the hands of the man she is destined to marry. But she refuses to let that be her ending. 𝐈𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞. But changing fate is no simple task. In this world, magic is alive, coursing through the air like an untamed storm. The elements bow to the strong, demons lurk in the shadows. She must tread carefully, for every step she takes to defy the story could unravel something far darker than she ever imagined. And then, there is him-the man written as her executioner. A prince as ruthless as he is mesmerizing, whose fate is bound to hers in a way she cannot escape. He is the sword at her throat, the storm on the horizon, and perhaps...the only one who can destroy the destiny that chains them both. 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲?

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DARK GAME, de Scorpian_999

"""Each night she would ask him by his ears as he would assault her tender body, "You dont love me, do you ?". Every day would end and begin with her struggle by the bed. She would feel as thou she is a mere doll in his hands. All she could do is mourn and cry in pain as she held his dick in her hands and slowly licking from the shaft right back up to the tip before she sucked . She had to take him in her mouth with pure disgust, as she would hear him moan. She could'nt tell if it was from his frustration, lust or both . "For fuck sakes, Jemima Stop the fucking teasing", He would smirk as if he dint want it. He would take a hand full of her hair pulling her up, and laying her back. He would tease her rough nipples with his veiny fingers, and bite them, no sorry. He smiles looking at her eyes as tears continue to roll down her pale cheeks , which were done bearing the pain. "Dont you want to finish what i started", He would ask as he picked up his pace. She would grabbed her fist full of sheets as he slid his cock....""" ****************** WARNING ****************** This story contains Mature theme, Sex, abusive language, Drugs, Substances and violence so make sure you read em with caution.

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She tried to loosen his grip on her jaw but invane. "This i-is n-not right. You c-can't t-touch me. P-Please m-move away you're t-to close. J-just let me go." Her words only infuriated him to no end. He growled, his chest vibrated and he snickered like a deranged man. "I can touch you as much as I want and wherever I want." She felt enraged at his vile words. "NO! YOU CAN NOT! I won't allow thismmmmffff." He didn't let her finish and to emphasise on his words he took her lips in a bruising kiss which was full of passion, lust and aggression. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Alizey a 21 year old girl who is a university student,and lives happily with her family. She is a hijjabi and a practicing Muslimah. For her, her family is everything,and she can do anything for them. Alexander, the boss of the under world, known as Alex. He is ruthless,stone hearted man. What happened when he lays his eyes on a girl, who can never be his. What will he do to get her. (18+⚠️) READ TO FIND OUT. THERE ARE TOTAL 54 CHAPTERS IN THIS STORY.... Highest ranks. #1 in mine. #1 in muslim. #1 in hijabi. #1 in gunn. #1 in muslimah. #1 in desire. #1 in criminal. ******************************** This work is completely mine and I'm strictly against plagiarism so kindly DO NOT COPY MY WORK.