Novel & Cerita Muslim Romance

Her heart was tearing apart saying those words. She was eighteen still and it felt like she was a kid curling in her blanket. Helpless to even breathe without being hurt. " What's wrong now? Is it wrong to even love someone? " She shook her head at his cracking voice, she could practically hear a thud from his heart as his voice was wobbling. " I'm Muslim. " She said, trying to explain to him but she was herself confused. " So what? Dianna. I don't have any objection, I still love you. Muslim or Christian. It doesn't matter. " He said, full of hope.

the lady said and I scoffed. "You misunderstood everything ma'am, she's just a friend, there's no love attached" I explained. "Really? Okay then, I am sorry for misunderstanding" she apologized. "Thanks" I said and I sighed. Very funny lady, how could she think I'm in love with Jasmine. I scoffed again. "Impossible" I muttered. The door to the changing room opened and Jasmine came out again. This time dressed in short yellow dress with flower patterns. "How do I look?" She asked and I almost couldn't stop myself from staring at her.

"So, what do you intend to do? Get your parents approval and marry her? While you practice Islam, and she practices Christianity in the same house?" "I don't mind as long as there is love and understanding." He said in a serious tone, there was no other he could think of. "She makes me happy, she makes me laugh, she encourages me whenever I'm down, she's always there for me. What more do I want?" Roshan stared at his friend with his weary eyes, he was tired, frustrated and angry. "You need a Muslim girl Roshan." Jamil said.

Girls in bikinis running around,some people playing at the ocean tide,some lovers acting all romantic and showing affection,kids building sand houses. "Awwnn...look at that....so sexy"says Nina whose attention is solely fixed on lovers showing affection and acting romantic toward each other. "Look at what?"Says Jane who was trying to figure out what it was that was making her friend trip. "The lovers ofcourse...just look at the romantic scene"she says blushing "Stop looking at them like that before they see you which will in turn make them uncomfortable". "I don't care"says Nina,a beautiful young lady in her late 20s,long hair,body shape like an hour glass,slim and fair in complexion.

They kissed longer, slowly, Dennis let go of his lips on her, their eyes stuck together, none of them said a word to each other and it felt like their whole body was drawn together by a divine force none of them could explain. Cassandra didn't want Dennis to stop kissing her, she felt so alive watching him with her eyes, her heart entangling with his. She wanted more or his lips on hers, her body melted immediately he kissed her and she wanted to feel it again. The sound of the door bell brought them back to reality. Cassandra quickly remembered her pizza order. "I will get it" she said to Dennis and walked towards him with shaky legs. She opened the door, looked at the delivery guy who just

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

Halima asks in a defeated voice, surprised that the person she's loved all her life is the same standing here, accusing her of something she has no idea how it happened. " what do you want me to do? Hug you and congratulate you for committing a sin?!" Sa'eed asks. He's getting angrier by the minute. "haba Sa'eed, the least you can do is listen to me. I'm your wife, it's my right to explain my self and it's your duty to listen to me. A muslim is supposed to be allowed seventy excuses." Halima says standing up. "just quit the Fiqh. Dama ai that's what you'll say." Sa'eed says and walks out.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

As we embraced, I could hear her little cry. I caressed her forehead with a kiss and delicately took off the saree pallu. She beamed at me. She gently rested her hands on my face. "My darling," she murmured affectionately. As she lowered my face to mine, she said, "I love you." We briefly kissed again. It seemed effortless. She sensed my hands attempting to press against hers. She moaned and let him touch her bare belly and press her skin. They finally broke, panting for air, after what seemed like an eternity. My jammies were too snug, and I was too hard.

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."