13th century- The Middle East. In the heart of the Arabian desert, Princess Laila of Al-Shujae tribe faces an impossible choice to save her people from an ongoing siege. To secure peace, Laila agrees to marry the fearsome commander of Al-Muharibun. Usman, a heartless warrior. Could a bond born from hatred possibly flourish? Usman holds his loyalty to his sultan whilst Laila holds hers to her father yet, they form an unexplainable connection. Both bound by duty, both too stubborn to concede. Whilst navigating life in an enemy territory, Laila discovers the sinister secret behind her lineage and marriage. A sheltered princess now carries the fate of two tribes. The conniving Sultan of Al-Muharibun wishes for war, and he will stop at nothing to succeed.

[Women empowerment for all my ladies] "What are you doing!?" My mouth had dried and my heart beat was fast. "Abu -" I was about to scream for my brother when his large palm closed around my mouth, ceasing my speaker. "Drop the act. It is you, the warrior from the battlefield, right?" I opened my mouth, filled with lies when he interrupted again, "Don't you dare lie." His voice was threatening and my eyebrows raised on their own. Their was a tinge of happiness when he called me a warrior. I pulled his hand from my mouth away, "I do not know-" "I don't like Liars Hoorain." A shudder run down my spine when my name spilled from his tongue. Not really surprised that he figured out. He is a smart man after all. I sighed. "How am I not surprised you figured it out. Congratulations, now get out of my face." My voice sounded poisonous and annoyed. Aza noticed and he took a step back from me, lowering the dagger he had placed on my throat not long ago. "Are you planning to continue fighting?" His question surprised me and my eyebrows furrowed. "What's with the questions, you done interrogati-" "Answer the damn question." Taken aback from his outburst, my eyes blinked a couple of times and looked away, settling on the tree that might have been his hiding spot as usual. "So what, Now Amir Hamza will forbid me from fighting?" My nose scrunched and I looked back at him with distaste. He sighed, his finger pinched the point between his eyes. His eyes snapped back to me a second later, his hand dropped to his side. "Find a loyal man, marry and die in the comfort of your house." "No." "Find a loyal man, marry and die in the comfort of your house." "No!" Guess I will have to smack the knowledge into him! ... "Dressed as a Man to fight, under a name that belonged to another, I left for war." Oh and where there is war, there is love. TW: VIOLENCEEE

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

Set in the Golden Age of the Islamic Empire under the Abbasid Caliphate comes an epic love story! Ali and Laila are two headstrong individuals who've been roped into an unwanted marriage. What happens when two lost souls tie the knot? Do they succumb to each other or do they fight for their freedom? Will sparks fly or will they burn the whole Abbasid dynasty to the ground? Highest Rankings: #1 in South Asian ✨ #1 in Middle East ✨ #2 in Nikkah ✨

Whenever the kingdom of Misrah was mentioned, the name Marliyyah came to mind. Born the only child to the Sultan of Misrah,Imran El- Assad and his queen Noorah, she was loved immensely.But fate dealt a heavy blow to the inseparable family when the queen Noorah, suddenly vanishes without a trace and leaves the Sultan heart broken. He falls into a long sleep mysterious to healers from far and near. Marliyyah now a fully grown woman steps into the shoes of her father to protect her people and forever closes the doors to her heart. Orphaned and having to ascend the throne of his predecessors at a young age is the Sultan of Heman, Nawfal Al-fateh. Being a close ally of Misrah, he learns of the impending doom that threatens to befall the kingdom from the feared Kingdom of the Boas.Nawfal must do the needful, a marital alliance to protect his long time ally and show loyalty. Will Marliyyah concede to this alliance? Will Nawfal be able to tame the warrior's heart?

Aela lives a rather happy and unpretentious life as part of the servitude of a minor principality in northern Pelair. Her life changes forever the day she returns from one of her usual hunting raids and finds the villa where her adoptive mother lives, ablaze in flames. Brannan returns home after a war campaign, only to discover that he is betrayed by his own father, who has no scruples or limits in his quest for power. Fate propitiates Aela and Brannan's paths to intertwine in this milieu of war, rivalry, and betrayal, ending up sharing a series of adventures in an epic journey in which they also find loyalty, friendship, and love, leading them to ultimately discover that their lives are inexorably linked to the fate of Pelair. PELAIR is an epic fantasy novel set in an imaginary medieval world. With the action and daring of Game of Thrones and the journey of search and redemption of Lord of the Rings, this novel will take you on a journey of adventure, intrigue, revenge, and magic in which the eternal struggle between good and evil develops in a unique and original plot. Copyright © 2018 Samuel Garrido Sánchez. All rights reserved. samuelgarridobooks@gmail.com Dear reader: I cordially invite you to review and read this story. If you liked it, follow me, give it a "like" and share it on your social networks. Thank you.

The year was 1663 A.H. An evil emperor named Kwaade threatened the freedom to believe and sought to erase religion from the face of the Earth, bringing the world to its knees. Alas, there remained those who would be steadfast in bowing only to God. Read and discover the tales of their battles and struggles against oppression in a world of empires. Empires, of faith... _______________ Copyright © 2013- by Abdullah Muhammad All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. Legal charges may be filed against anyone found in violation of this copyright.

A Spin-Off of Book I: My Muslim Man _____________________________________ Afaaf, niece of an Arab merchant, has been unjustly imprisoned by the Khalifa of the time and therefore, hates the Khalifa and anyone in alliance with him. She plans to escape and find justice for her uncle who she believes has been kidnapped and murdered because of the Khalifa. Imran, an Arab mujahid coming from a lineage of mujahideen, serves as a knight in one of the cavalries of the State. He despises his recent and temporary employment as a guard at the State's female prison. He has been counting the days to the end of this temporary employment when a particular prisoner escapes before his very eyes. ______________________________________ Keep reading to find out how Afaaf and Imran's dangerous decision ties them together in an unwanted bond. Will Imran ever realise Afaaf's hatred for anyone who serves the Khalifa? Will Afaaf ever accept a future with a Muslim Mujahid?

"Jibreel..." Her voice whispered in abandon, his name. His heartbeat faltered. "My Rabb have surely created you just for me... Everything you do... Every move you make was designed to falter my heart and make me love you more!" He whispered back to her. She lightly laughed in his arms, sending vibrations to his heart. "I don't deserve you!" She looked up to meet his eyes. He raised his eyebrows and smirked. "Says who?" He demanded as he touched her forehead again. "My heart..." She whispered. "You heart have gone crazy in my love Ya Habibi! Dont believe a word it says!" He replied. She smiled sadly. A girl who has to rise from beneath the dirt to above the skies... A guy who has to fight the corruption that's engulfing his land... A destiny which is already been written and a faith that had the power to alter that destiny! Will they succeed or taste failure? Will their names shine? Or will the sands of time erase their names forever?? To find out more, go ahead?

Highest Ranking is 4th in Muslimah "where did you come from?" He says as they both stare at me. "Wallahi I don't know where I come from, the only thing I remember was waking up in the woods like this" why can't I remember anything else, the moment they heard me say that I heard them laugh. "You may be hot, but one thing I don't like and that is liars, get up we are taking you to the Leader" he says as he grabs hold of my shoulder and jolts me up. "I am not lying I can't seem to remember how I came here or who I even am" I try to give them my most sincere look so that they could believe me but all they did is forcefully tie my hands in front of me as they lead me to their leader. "Then what do you remember?" Although I could tell he didn't believe he still felt the need to asked. I couldn't answer his question straight away as I was trying to think of anything that I could remember. After a while of thinking I finally gained only one piece of knowledge that I hope is helpful. "That I'm a Muslim."