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UMI BANGGA PADA ABANG DAN ADEK

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Saat mata tak mau terpejam, tepatnya malam ini, tanggal 22 Desember 2018. Moment hari ibu, entah kenapa tangan ku menulis kata-kata yang sungguh baper. Bayangkan aku selalu bersama kalian, walaupun kesibukanku padat, buah hatiku Muhammad Daffa Abbror Robbani dan Rifdah Yumna Taqiyyah. Namun setiap hari rasa rinduku dan bangga ku pada kalian selalu menggebu. 
Sampai lupa aku mengenalkan diri. Sahabat sekalian nama ku Sitti Aisyah. Aku guru SMP di sekolah negeri Kabupaten Karawang. Tak perlulah aku ceritakan dimana sekolah tempatku mengajar, lain kali saja pada moment berikutnya aku cerita, karena saat ini focus pikiran ku pada buah hatiku, Daffa dan Rifdah, atau sering ku panggil mereka dengan abang dan adek.All Rights Reserved

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Adesewa the pregnant corper by ajathena09

After the 3 weeks orientation program of the NYSC, I was posted to a secondary school at Oyan for the one year service. I was given a room on the school compound at the Corpers' quarters. On getting to On getting to Oyan, I started looking for a Pentecostal church where I could be worshipping, and soon I was able to find one. Shortly after I started worshipping in the church, I joined the choir. Fortunately, it was at the time when the choir leader just left the church, and there was nobody to coordinate the members. Before I knew it, I was made the choir leader after being interviewed by the pastor, Pastor Williams. I was loved by everybody in the church, especially the choristers, because of my unique voice. Whenever I sing or lead a song, the whole congregation has a way of murmuring "Huuuuunnnnn!" with a sigh of satisfaction when they hear my voice. Most of the choir members were younger than me, so they call me "aunty" or "Sister Sewa". One of them was Bode, who used to play keyboard for us in the church. He was so gifted when it comes to instruments; there was no instrument he couldn't play. I always felt the presence of God whenever he was on the keyboard. I was named Adesewa after my late grandmother, who passed away shortly before I was born. My dad loved his mum so much, and hence transferred the love to me, believing that his late mother was the one who came back, more so, according to him, I was the mama's carbon copy. It was after he became saved, that he knew he was wrong. My second name was Yetunde. My dad saw me as perfect. Anything I did or said was right, even when I myself knew I was wrong. In a nutshell, I was his favorite. When my mum noticed that daddy was treating me like the apple of his eyes, she wasn't taking things easy with me at all. She spanks me at every slight mistake I made, mostly when my dad wasn't at home.

Word Of Action!✔️ by saraqat

-I am not good at giving descriptions but please give my story a chance- "He was the calm and she was the storm." They always say, loving someone would turn your life upside down in a good way but I believed that it's the opposite of good, and guess what? I was right. Love was always out of my mind. I drink, eat, and breathe my work I'm the definition of work alcoholic it's the truth. Then one day when I entered this case I knew that it will let me get where I want but for the first time in my life I was wrong. I failed! Not in my work, I failed in my life and I think I deserve it. My dad always tried gaining control over me and I hated it. One day I became sick of my dad's controllers over me so I decided that no one other than me would be in control of my life. Since that day I took the remote control of my life, emotions, tears, future, work, and anything that would pop out in my mind. If you wonder what happens if I wasn't in control the answer is I don't know or let me say I didn't know! Till one day I lost the remote control and it ended up pretty bad! I don't fear love, I fear the idea of someone else having control over my heart & feelings because you never know if the person will cherish you and never break you, or maybe it's only me. I don't trust people it's a survival instinct. And me being a controlling freak over everything doesn't make it any better for me! Love is like a drug, when you have it you feel at the highest place in your life but when you lose it you'll feel miserable, that's what I learned from my story of love. If I lost Serkan I know that I'll break apart and never be the same because I love him so deeply, he's engraved in my heart. And like that when I married Serkan it was like signing a deal with the devil himself. The name of the story has a deep meaning you come to know in the story. ** The story is under editing **

Shehr-e-Yaaram #LoveFromPakistan #Completed by i_eishatirraazia

Hi everyone this is my second story! Yeh story meri first story se kafi change h. Kafi different h. Pta nhi me acha likh paongi ya nhi pr muj ap logon ki cooperation ki sakht zaroorat h.. Yeh story h Shayaan r Eshaal ki. Life ne un dono k liye apnay pass kya kya rkha hua tha unhe is baat ka adaza bhi nhi tha. Boht e zyada bolnay wali eshaal or khamosh tabiyat Shayaan ki kahani h. Zyada tar jo nazar nhi ata wo hota h r jo nazar ata h wo hota nhi. Isko kehte hen illusion. Yeh b ek aisi e illusion ki kahani h. Jo nazar aya wo hua nhi or jo hua wo nazar nhi aya. P.S: All story rights are reserved by me. The places' names used in story are all real. But characters, events and scenes are all my creations. Don't copy other people's hardwork. And if u want a happy romantic story than this story is not for u. I am already telling u that it is a sad story. This story is dedicated to my sister Hareem Raza. She is the first one to do critical analysis of my chapters before I update or publish them. My real support n motivation Thankew Api for it... :) Cover credit: @rukhsar048

House of Ashes [Complete] by PotterMIfs

•Safa Hayat• Her flounders against the world haven't been known to anyone. Neither do the scars that run deep inside the abyss of her frail soul. She's been hurt. Brutally. Both, physically and mentally. The physical scars, however, fade with time. But what about the emotional ones? Never! They never leave you. The turmoil never leaves you. It stays there, eating away at you, minute by minute, second by second. •Azlan Shehryar• The CEO, and the humanity servant who wants to bring a change to this world and firmly believes in the youth. He runs a school in the small district where she lives. But that's not his only agenda. He has come to destroy her. To avenge someone he loved deeply. So what happens when they both meet? Will he ever revert his plan or the cruelty of this world will once again be inflicted on her? Or would that even be a cruelty in the first place? Maybe she deserves it. Maybe not. To know, join me in their journey. _____________________ Highest rank in spiritual: #1 [Five Times] Highest rank in spirituality: #3 Highest rank in muslimromance: #1 Highest rank in sarcasm: #18 Highest rank in Pakistani: #1 (5th Sept, 2020) Highest rank in Pakistan: #1 (18th June, 2021) Highest rant in desi: #1 Highest rank in ashes: #1 Highest rank in education: #1 (18th July, 2021) _____________________ WARNING: Slightly mature language. Some scenes might be disturbing and triggering. Mature [self-harm & murder] DISCLAIMER: This book contains Muslim characters but it's not an accurate depiction of Islam. It's not meant to preach so just take it easy and enjoy the equally fun, humorous, and agonizing ride.

Aarmau AU ¤♡ Xs And Os ♡¤ by InnocentTragedy

I didn't become an officer because I wanted too. I became one for revenge. The revenge I swore on him so long ago. 10 years ago he killed my life. He tricked me into thinking he loved me. He tricked me into thinking I was his everything. But then, he killed them. He killed my mom and my dad. Then he left me behind. He left me to die. Until the cheif found me. He took me in and took care of me like his own daughter. I was 16 at that time. I was traumatised by this. If I ever saw him again id kill him. ~°•°A/N°•°~ Hehe IK IK I just put out a new story not too long ago but oh well. Idea appered so. First off these aren't my characters soo I own no rights to them. These are Aphmau's characterers @Empress_Aphmau

Forgotten√ by Ghost_writers_

*Sequel to the book Shy for a wife* Being the first born of a wealthy mother is another thing and being the first born to a workaholic is different. Well, I'm that. My name is Ruqqayya Ahmad and i am 20 years. Since when I was small I have been different from my other siblings. That kind of excluded me since I wasn't in the package. Whenever I greeted someone the first thing they say is "it is indeed true, she is the exact replica of my father." It annoyed me so much because I don't know what he looked like. My mom, cleared everything of his to make us feel better especially her but it makes me feel worse. I studied architecture in Canada to feel better. I came back and I am going to get married to a guy who works under his father in an architectural company after she works for him as an assistant. I had to fight with my colleagues becauseof how they disliked me which made me loose hope in any chance we have. I resolced it after months working there. We fell in love and then got married. Later after screwing up in some events I later find out that I have a small quantity of my father's disease. Please tell me, what could possibly be worse than that?

jab they met by savagelikearmy

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SHAREEF 2023 by UmmuDahirah

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𝐀𝐀𝐊𝐇𝐑𝐈 𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐐.. by Kim_AnVi

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Dil Se Rooh Tak by itsmepama

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Adesewa the pregnant corper

After the 3 weeks orientation program of the NYSC, I was posted to a secondary school at Oyan for the one year service. I was given a room on the school compound at the Corpers' quarters. On getting to On getting to Oyan, I started looking for a Pentecostal church where I could be worshipping, and soon I was able to find one. Shortly after I started worshipping in the church, I joined the choir. Fortunately, it was at the time when the choir leader just left the church, and there was nobody to coordinate the members. Before I knew it, I was made the choir leader after being interviewed by the pastor, Pastor Williams. I was loved by everybody in the church, especially the choristers, because of my unique voice. Whenever I sing or lead a song, the whole congregation has a way of murmuring "Huuuuunnnnn!" with a sigh of satisfaction when they hear my voice. Most of the choir members were younger than me, so they call me "aunty" or "Sister Sewa". One of them was Bode, who used to play keyboard for us in the church. He was so gifted when it comes to instruments; there was no instrument he couldn't play. I always felt the presence of God whenever he was on the keyboard. I was named Adesewa after my late grandmother, who passed away shortly before I was born. My dad loved his mum so much, and hence transferred the love to me, believing that his late mother was the one who came back, more so, according to him, I was the mama's carbon copy. It was after he became saved, that he knew he was wrong. My second name was Yetunde. My dad saw me as perfect. Anything I did or said was right, even when I myself knew I was wrong. In a nutshell, I was his favorite. When my mum noticed that daddy was treating me like the apple of his eyes, she wasn't taking things easy with me at all. She spanks me at every slight mistake I made, mostly when my dad wasn't at home.