Spiritual Stories

Rabiatul and Zayd : Married for 7 years, In love, runs a successful business, had a son, having a perfect life. Or so she thought. Being a stay-at-home wife and mother, she gives all her attention for her husband's and son's needs. When she found out her husband was having an affair, she couldn't take it anymore. She asked for a divorce, but Zayd said, "I am allowed to have 4 wives." No matter how hard she tries to make him leave her, he refused to do it. And then she decided, "if you can agree and do everything on this list for the next 30 days, I'll agree to poligamy, or whatever you want. But if you don't, then leave me."

Ayat Noor's life was perfectly ordinary until the night she saw something she shouldn't have. One moment she was walking home, and the next... she was witnessing a murder. And that's where everything went downhill. Because apparently, witnessing a murder wasn't traumatic enough she also got kidnapped. And when she thought things couldn't possibly get worse, her kidnapper decided she'd make a perfect wife. So yes, Ayat's life didn't just take a turn. It flipped, crashed, and set itself on fire. Now she's trapped in a mansion with a man everyone fears Mr. Mafia himself whose silence speaks louder than his words. But behind his cold eyes lies something even more dangerous than crime... something that might just destroy her heart. Join the crazy journey of innocent Ayat Noor and grumpy Mafia Hadi Feroz where chaos meets love, and destiny laughs in the background.

🎬 Kidnapped Romance YouTube Channel: UCb0EOwy75EU8UQVbvkI-H8A ⚠️ An innocent beauty... and a famished beast. She was running. Branches slapped her cheeks, the gnarled root of an old tree suddenly caught her foot- She crashed to the forest floor with a gasp. The pain shot through her ankle like a blade, but she didn't stop. She pushed herself back up and ran again. A low-hanging branch snagged her veil-rip! Grazed her shoulder too. Still, she ran. Her breath came in broken gasps. She glanced over her shoulder. No one. Only the sound- Heavy thuds. Boots crushing dried leaves behind her. Her bare feet bled as she stepped on a brittle twig. She winced, stumbled, but didn't stop. Her heart was beating in her ears. Louder. Louder. She bit down on her lower lip, tasting blood. Suddenly- Thump! She crashed into something hard. "Ow!" she gasped and staggered back, thinking it was a tree. But it moved. A towering figure was in front. She froze. Then- "No!" she whimpered, trying to back away. Too late. A brutal tug on her hair jerked her head back. "Where to?" His voice was low and cold, his hand clenched tightly in her hair. "Leave me!" she screamed, struggling violently. He started dragging her. "Let go of me!" She fought back, landing a weak punch on his stomach. "Bitch," he spat. "Shut up before I loose all my patience with you." And then- He flung her up and threw her over his shoulder like a sack. In the moonlight, he looked some big bad Werewolf. "Put me down!" she cried, punching his back, clawing-but his skin felt like stone beneath her fingernails. He halted again. And dropped her. She hit the dry ground. Before she could crawl away, he knelt beside her- Then straddled her, his shadow engulfing hers. "No," she whispered, going deathly pale. Eyes wide. Lips trembling. Heart shattering inside her chest. An innocent beauty... A famished beast. ⚠️ This isn't just romance. It's survival. 🥇#1 in Spiritual - many times. Alh

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WINNER OF READERS CHOICE AWARDS 2020 (Historical Fiction) Stone hearts. Silver to gold. And the fierce need to prove oneself. [THIS STORY IS PENDING MAJOR EDITS TO CHARACTERS AND PLOTS]. Sequel: Silver Skies Highest ranks: #1 in Arabia || #3 in History || #51 in Assassin || #90 in Spiritual

In a home where love was a currency, she was always bankrupt. Her parents' affection was reserved for the twin who reflected their every hope, leaving her to inherit the hushed comparisons and soft dismissals. She was constantly reminded of her lesser worth, but she never imagined her marriage would be a cast-off from the twin who was truly desired. Offered as a consolation prize, she expects only disappointment in a loveless union. Yet, the journey of marriage becomes an unexpected path to self-discovery. The Color Of My Own Sky is a story of the invisible bruises that shape a soul, and the battle to finally find the courage to paint your own brilliant horizon. Nov. 3 ©deey_jah

"Do you know? I still grab the cup of coffee and sit under the vast sky, stare at the stars like they know all my secrets, and you know what do I do? I wait for you." The sordid reality of society is dawned upon Zaman when he takes the leadership of his grandfather's dwindling political party. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒄𝒆. 𝑺𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒋𝒐𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒋𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒁𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑨𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒉𝒂🌻 Ranked 1 in mortality on May 1st, 2021 Ranked 1 in mortality on May 31st, 2023 Ranked 1 in desi on September 26th, 2025 (out of 13k stories)

Backed by horrible life experiences, Aisha Ahmad Makama has reasons to believe men only complicate things. Consequently, she dedicates her life to painting, wearing floor-length jilbabs and cultivating a hard-earned reputation for not receiving second glances from men. That is, until a single greeting on a Wednesday afternoon shatters her carefully-crafted life. Aisha is forced to confront the unsettling presence of Abdullah Umar Kallamu, a man who carelessly breaks her reputation by daring to dart a second glance in her direction, making a promise to never see her again. It isn't hard to hate Aisha at first sight- she is insane, messy, uncouth, not his type, and unlike all the women Abdullah Umar Kallamu had ever met. Abdullah is also not a challenge to dismiss. He is egotistical, the kind of man who easily receives attention from dumb women- the kind Aisha Ahmad Makama has never been a part of. Both Abdullah Umar Kallamu and Aisha Ahmad Makama are prepared to be sworn enemies. But life upends expectation. They find themselves falling in love. Ironically, for the very same reasons they initially hated each other.

✧˚ · . 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐍 ┃» Maybe I wasn't made to shine like fireworks. But even fireflies glow in the dark - quietly, patiently. And that is enough too. « © RHAENYRAS_ANGEL LOCKWOOD&CO ANTHONY LOCKWOOD X FEM!OC

The grace of words, woven with purpose, to remind hearts of the eternal light and spread peace.

It is often thought that faith protects against all earthly misfortunes. Yet, even those who pray most fervently are not spared. Aylis Thunder simply wanted to walk with God. But amidst the whispers of the palaces and the secrets of a newly shattered kingdom where alliances are forged in fire and tears, where religion becomes a tool, she will discover that believing can be as dangerous as loving. She is Christian. Black. A woman. And soon to be betrothed to a man the entire kingdom admires... unaware that he hides as many wounds as titles. Her heart will be her trial. Her faith, her weapon. In any case, whether she likes it or not, a city on a mountain cannot be hidden. A light must be used to illuminate. Warning: This story may touch on sensitive topics.

"She hears the world breathing, but he is the only one who hears her." Kiri has always been a child of two worlds and a stranger to both. While her brothers struggle to fit in with the Metkayina, Kiri finds herself drifting further away from reality and deeper into the rhythmic pulse of Eywa. Most see her as a freak, an oddity with too many fingers and a mind lost in the clouds. But Rotxo sees the girl beneath the mystery. When a strange, rhythmic humming begins to call Kiri toward the forbidden depths of the ocean, the village elders forbid her from seeking it. Rotxo, usually the one to follow the rules, finds himself drawn into Kiri's orbit, choosing to protect her from the shadows rather than let her dive alone. In the silence of the deep, they discover a secret that could change Pandora forever, and a bond that proves Kiri was never truly alone. I DON'T OWN THE FANART! (found on Pinterest)

A psychological and spiritual horror novel. Cyrus has spent his life learning how to disappear. At home, love is conditional and violence is routine. At school, he exists on the margins, watched more than known. When a presence begins to follow him-cold, silent, and unsettling-Cyrus assumes it's just another symptom of the life he's endured. He's wrong. The spirit does not haunt him. It chooses him. What begins as fleeting glimpses and whispered warnings slowly becomes something far more intimate. The spirit offers protection, relief, and understanding in ways no human ever has-but every comfort comes with a cost. As Cyrus's world collapses under escalating abuse and fear, the bond between boy and spirit deepens, blurring the line between salvation and possession. His body changes. His mind sharpens. His humanity begins to thin. Caught between a classmate who still believes he can be saved and a presence that insists he doesn't need saving at all, Cyrus must decide what he's willing to surrender to survive-and what he's willing to become when survival is no longer enough. Dark, intimate, and deeply unsettling, this is a story about trauma, consent, and transformation-about the seduction of being seen, the horror of being claimed, and the terrifying comfort of letting go.

A tender, interracial slow-burn romance between two emotionally wounded Christians - Vhuthu, a Venda girl searching for healing and truth, and Liam, an Italian man running from betrayal - set in South Africa, Cape Town beneath the quiet watch of Table Mountain. Through pain, friendship, and divine timing, they discover love when they least expect it.

"At that moment, I knew she was the woman I wanted to spend my life with. I didn't need many signs or grand confirmations; somehow, I just knew. The sound of her voice found its way straight to my heart. What began as a simple crush slowly deepened until her presence became ingrained in me. I couldn't imagine a life without her. I was set on making her my Khadijah رضي الله عنها, my peace, my everything.... " Follow the story of Emile and Mariella as they navigate the complexities of medical school, relationships, and love, discovering how these experiences shape them and help them grow together. (Disclaimer: Everything is fictional.)

Novel of the Odyssey in a concept of shaped future.

[The Poet ─ For The Soul #4] Book IV of Poems For The Soul As the impending day draws near, Many may shake in fear, Though the one who trusts in God Will look to heaven above.

Saratobo, Uramaka. A boy born into royalty in the middle of war, grew up to have nobody believe in him and his destiny is all convoluted. We will witness the rise and fall of the Senju village, where our main character is from. Discover new friends, new enemies, and new ways to believe in yourself, even if all the odds are pinned against you. What can Saratobo do when everything in the world is pinned against him? Or will the strength of evils over come him and his people? This is the Tale Of Saratobo Uramaka.

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To God Be All The Glory Welcome, reader! Hi 👋 dear reader, I'm sharing this with a sincere desire that it will help strengthen your faith and give you a clearer understanding of how God works through His angels. I hope these readings bring you comfort, hope, and encouragement in your daily walk with Him. Thank you for taking the time to read. May God bless you and guide you always. Credit This content comes from the book The Truth About Angels and other writings of Ellen G. White. Full credit belongs to the author and the official publishers who care for and share her works. Disclaimer I am sharing this material for spiritual and educational purposes only. I do not claim to be the original author, and all rights remain with the rightful copyright holders. My only intention is to help more readers learn and be encouraged by these messages. I encourage everyone to read and support the official published copies of Ellen G. White's writings.