The Answer to My Prayers
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  • Parts 8
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  • Reads 201
  • Votes 29
  • Parts 8
  • Time 29m
Ongoing, First published Oct 18, 2018
"All my life, I have felt the need to lock myself completely with barriers even my family couldn't break down, but you came and..."his voice trailed off. 

"And?" waiting for him to finish because the suspense was now killing me. 

"and you took it down as if it was tearing through paper." His beautiful shaded green eyes met mines, and I instantly knew that maybe, just maybe it was meant to be by a higher power.

*****

Emily hated her life. She had to deal with losing her mother with a workaholic father, got her heart broken by her first love and finally stepped into depression. 
Trying to fill the void with crazy parting, drowning in alcohol and getting high, but it just made her jumped to self harm, she felt empty and stuck. 
Finding a mysterious Journal with a verse that changed her life. She soons discovered whose property she held.

 Isaac was always  quiet and only let's his feeling known on paper about his struggles with God. Meeting each other was more than just fate. Their answers were each other but will they realise it?


Christian Romantic story.
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Barakah

54 parts Ongoing

Barakah Amal had escaped Nigeria shortly after the misfortune of encountering Jalal Jali as a teenager. Years since past and unbeknownst to her, she's reluctantly summoned back to wed the man who had ruined her life to protect her family. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .