Muslim Romance Novels & Stories

It hit the internet like wildfire. By dawn, the entire city was buzzing about the headline: "Billionaire Damien Cole in FAKE Romance? Leaked Contract Exposes Staged Relationship." Serena sat frozen in front of her laptop as the article was splashed across every major gossip site. The article came with a photocopy of the original contract, complete with her signature and Damien's. Bullet points were highlighted in red. "Duration: Three months minimum." "Public appearances required." "Emotional intimacy not guaranteed."

As his massive shaft ruptured her hymen, she cried out in agony. He panted heavily and kissed her all over her face, saying, "Beautiful...relax...relax for me." When his soft voice reached her ears, she instantly relaxed. They both made love that night under the moonlight and stars, unaware of the approaching storm. They slept in each other's arms, and the next morning, he kissed her lips and said as his eyes fell on the sleeping beauty, "Good morning Angel". That morning, he prayed to God that he would wake up every day in her arms.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

Veruca chimed in. “That’s right. At least he’s being productive—more than someone who finishes his lesson plans after the actual lesson,” Blanch added, hitting a nerve. “Are you even thinking straight? No pun intended, Arj,” I added with a grin. “Dating multiple people at once is an emotional crime!” “Really? So, you’re saying Muslims are emotional criminals now?” Veruca shot back with a smirk. “That’s right,” Blanch chimed in, clearly just to stir the pot.

Said Elena. "You know what, the first person that force and support me to got you is Amar. He also introduced me to Father Ahmad. And with his guidance, I learned about Islam and become mualaf. And because of Allah, I married you. Although I have different religion right now among my friends, but they are still the same. Nothing changes. Even the one who told me to always do prayer are Amar and Rio." Said Kalf. Mutia held her head looking at her husband while he is telling the story, "I feel more impressed by them both. Sister Axelina that always calm and gentle and Brother Ahmad that seems love her so much. They are romantic couple like Romeo and Juliet in modern era." She said.

he mumbled, pressing soft kisses to her forehead, cheeks and lips. His hand idly caressed her breast, thumb brushing the still-sensitive nipple. She giggled, tilting her face up to capture his mouth. Brad's fingers traced lazy patterns on her skin, his dominance a comforting blanket over her submission. Marie nestled closer, content in the afterglow, knowing this affair had woven itself too deeply into their souls to unravel easily.

She flushes at my reaction and lets out a shy giggle. "Thank... you, Hudson. You look handsome too." She says nervously smiling. I smile back and rub my neck. " Let's get started you little romantic beans!" Meredith says and lowkey destroys our moment. Like she always does. In the mosque, the imam said many things but mostly in Arabic. It wasn't even that long as we finally got out of it after our families took thousands of pictures and congratulated us. Now we're officially married in Islam. I can't even believe it.

Paige questioned, "Why aren’t you saying anything? Is it because the woman who admired you is now with someone else, and you're feeling uneasy? Isn't that how it's portrayed in TV dramas? When a woman pursues you relentlessly, you find it annoying. When she finally turns to someone else, you feel uncomfortable. "In reality, you've long grown accustomed to her pursuit, unwittingly falling in love with her. It's just that you never realize your feelings until she's gone. This is a classic case of not appreciating what you have until it's lost." "This is why it’s best you avoid those cheesy romance dramas," Chris casually remarked. "They lack substance and only lead to overthinking. Whatnots wi

As the first light of dawn crept through the window, Penelope opened her eyes and found herself nestled in the warm embrace of her mate, Liam. She reached out to touch his face, tracing the contours of his jawline with her fingers. He stirred and opened his eyes, smiling at her with a look of pure love and adoration.

Her eyes widened, and she fell to her knees before him, although it was clear that she was far older than he. "Beta," she began, rather meekly, "I am sorry for losing my temper in your presence. She said some..some disrespectful things and I couldn't...I couldn't take it. " Her voice shook with emotion, like she was about to break down into tears. To my surprise, he ran his fingers through her dreadlocks, soothing her tenderly, and she rubbed against his legs, seeking his comfort. It was almost a sweet scene, like the one between a mother wolf and a pup. It is okay, Desdemona. I will handle the proud princess myself. From now onwards, Princess Miatta is my responsibility.