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Kelver boyxboy (ishipit) Oliver met Kellin at Kellin's show. Oliver was his opening act and was extremely nervous, guess who was there to comfort him? Kellin... Will this be a start of a new relationship? Or another lead to nothingness for Oliver, again?

Young Hot Sexy and... Mysterious He's the guy next door

A 12 year old girl getting the once in a life time chance to go to Hawaii for free with her friends. Kit and her best friends might go with her if she takes the offer. Will her parents let her go on the plane alone with her friends or will her parents go with her.

This is the Grillby continuation of my first book, Undertale : Ghost. You will choose Grillby in this story, and it'll be a GrillbyxReader from now on.

Love-Death-Tragedy (Not my cover) Cover link:https://www.google.com/url?sa=i&source=images&cd=&cad=rja&uact=8&ved=2ahUKEwj01r6YpfbiAhWLxoUKHblEBVwQjRx6BAgBEAU&url=%2Furl%3Fsa%3Di%26source%3Dimages%26cd%3D%26ved%3D%26url%3Dhttps%253A%252F%252Fwww.pinterest.com%252Flarkisenberg%252Fcrying-anime-boys%252F%26psig%3DAOvVaw1_r68wzWLVujsiqIv7g4np%26ust%3D1561059189238314&psig=AOvVaw1_r68wzWLVujsiqIv7g4np&ust=1561059189238314 (Image not mine) image link:http://sf.co.ua/12/10/wallpaper-2320152.jpg

We are happy at first, Our Label is not sure. Are we happy? it will end up to sad ending? Are we going to cry to each other?

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**COMPLETED ✓** I don't know if this story counts as a fable, but whatever... I had this idea for a school assignment.. Young 12 year old Rachel Brown has forgotten to keep ALL of her promises since as long as she can remember, but what will happen when the town baker asks Rachel to help him with baking bread for an order? *Note this story is just merely a fictional story, but dedicated to my little brother.* Enjoy!

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just a collection of my late night thoughts that might relate to someone else too.

"Mum, you can't leave me... how could you?" A gasp escaped her lips. Her mother had been the only one by her side-and now she was gone too. There was nothing she could do. It was destiny, written by the Almighty Allah. Now, she was all alone. No one to support her. No one to care. No one to gently caress her soul. The one person she thought would care-Zidan Sheikh-was nowhere to be found. She was left by herself in her vast, empty mansion. Zoha Siddiqui, 22, single-one of the youngest owners of a top-ranking business. Life had left her bitter. A natural introvert, she let very few people in. Only Aunt Farah, her mother's best friend, made efforts to stay in touch-always checking in on her friend's daughter. And whenever depression gripped her heart, her mother's words would echo back, like a healing balm: "Have faith in Allah, for He is the best of planners." ⸻ On the other hand... Syed Amaan-one of the biggest names in the business world-had everything a person could wish for. Yet beneath the success, he carried a gentle, caring heart. He understood what it meant to have true faith in Allah. But then again-no one is perfect. "Amaan, I want you to marry," his mother said softly, stroking his hair. "You're a grown man now-and your deen remains incomplete. A spouse completes half your faith." This time, she wasn't joking. And he knew it. He sighed, stood up, and replied: "Go on, Mom... maybe I'm ready now." ⸻ But what happens when someone wants Zoha-not for love, not for faith-but for all the wrong reasons? "I need you for one night," he said, sending shivers through her body. She felt sickened. Disgusted. Her faithful soul recoiled at the thought. A halal couple trying to protect their pure love from haram intentions. Their journey is more than just romance-it's about faith, resilience, and destiny. Note: This story isn't just for Muslims. Everyone is heartily welcome to read and connect with the soul of Amaan and Zoha's journey.

Angst, dark romance with slight smut and vulgar language.

Long long ago lived a mysterious grey cat. This cat, lived and breathed (somehow) without a face.