Muslim...not really

Muslim...not really

  • WpView
    Reads 1,960
  • WpVote
    Votes 103
  • WpPart
    Parts 9
WpMetadataReadOngoing26m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Jul 12, 2015
Well.......this is awkward. I suppose I’m expected to introduce myself now. Although I cannot, for the life of me, imagine why anyone would be interested, I shall nonetheless elaborate on my existence. Are you, my dear friend, familiar with that one girl who is the ultimate manifestation of a teen queen? Who knows exactly what to wear, what to say, and what to do? Who is practically worshipped at an altar by her peers, persistently pursued by jealousy around the clock, what every female high school student dreams of being? The golden girl on the pedestal, every male’s dream, every female’s envy? Yeah, the one who draws out an involuntary “daayyuum” from everyone she passes? Yeah well, I’m not that girl. It is rather safe to say that I am, in fact, the absolute contradiction to the above mentioned description. I shy away from unwanted attention, have the most ridiculous dressing sense, and couldn’t care less about what anyone else thinks of me; and nobody from school, be that male or female, ever pays me a second glance. Behold the magnificence that is Emaan Ali, the 17 year old lonesome wonder. This is the drab story of a teenager who, in her final years of schooling, finds herself in an entirely new school, environment, and neighborhood in an unfamiliar country on a completely different continent. The tiresome tale of a girl of Indian roots, born and brought up in Dubai, who one fine morning finds herself on a flight to the US of A. Welcome to the persistent paradox that is my life.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Destined By Fate
  • The Handsome three ( COMPLETED)
  • My husband, My bully (Complete✔️)
  • From Nerdy to Popular ✔
  • Mr Possessive ✅
  • The Badass Nerd
  • Unspoken Love With Mr. Billionaire
  • Stolen Love (A Cartel Romance)
  • The shy girl kissed who!?
  • Crossing The i's And Dotting The t's

Kendall has always lived a quiet life in a small town in Illinois with her family, friends, and boyfriend Jordan. Her life had been mostly happy other than when her best friend moved away when she was 10. It took her years to get over that loss. Then several years later, tragedy struck when her father passed away suddenly and Kendall was forced to move with her mom closer to Chicago where she could find a job to support the two of them. Little does Kendall know that she is in for the surprise of a lifetime. From the book.... As he catches up to me, he grabs my arm swings me around and with one swift movement he ushers me into a nearby empty classroom with the lights off. He cages me in against the wall. His close proximity is making me dizzy and my mind is thinking very dirty thoughts. Wait no. I can't think like that anymore. "Kendall." He says hungrily. "You are mine and only mine. You drive me wild and no one else can have you." He says as he attacks my lips. It feels so amazing I can't help but kiss him back. I run my hands through his beautiful hair and he groans into the kiss. Man I don't want this to ever end. I feel drunk on him. I don't think I can let him go. He stops suddenly to finish his thoughts. "No one can make you feel like this. Or kiss you here...." He says as he kisses down my neck. I moan and he smirks pulling his face impossibly close to mine. "..or touch you." He says as he takes his hand and brushes it lightly down my arm and he snakes it back around my back pulling me even closer if that is possible. He finally stops at my ass which he squeezes delightfully and I hum in response. Warning: Contains graphic sexual content. Read at your own discretion. You will not be warned ahead of time. This is your only warning.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines