She was not only born with a silver spoon, she was rocked in a diamond cradle and raised in a gold castle. She had the world at her feet and on her finger tips giving her the permanent title 'Daulah' and the name Maimunatu almost ceased to exist. With a rare kind of beauty and an exceptional personality, she had heads turning to her and wanting to dance to her tunes but it took a single look from the last person she would spare a glance to point out to her all the places where she was broken. Realizing that she needed a heart to fit in to get fixed, she set out for his but Mukhtar only wished he had one to give her.... But she wasn't a girl who gave up, she knew he had one in there and set on a mission to find it, looking into every corner of his darkness until she got caught in his storm of curse which threatened to drown them.

What happens when your grandfather picks you, a happily married man with a heavily pregnant wife, amongst all his grandsons to get married to the granddaughter of his childhood best friend? This novel centres around a 26 years old guy and a 21 years old lady It is a story of an innocent love among young people, a story about love, betrayal, friendship and trust. Read more to find out about this beautiful yet innocent love ✨ Fatima_zahra15

Ducking away, she ran out of Hajia's living room with a loving smile on her lips. She banged her head on a broad chest that gave her a souvenir of a scent, just as juicy as her husband's. She knew he was the one, her Twin kept to his words. Not looking up to his face, she wrapped her hands around his waist and nuzzled her face deep into his chest, chuckling. "I missed you so much, Hassan. I was just moving in that kitchen fah, but your thoughts were a second away from making me crazy!" She lifted up her legs and planted a smooch on his left cheek. Roughly, she was peeled off his chest and a certain longing of his warmth seeped within her. That was bad. What happened to him? He left looking all loving, had she done something wrong? She looked into his eye level, lifting her face completely because of their height different. This is her husband, but why the hard face and the frown? Is this a frank? He didn't missed her? Or was he pulling her legs? Nadia's thoughts were put into a halt when he opened his mouth, he sounded exactly as her husband would, just the words differed. "I'm Hussain!" It was her husband's twin! Not even a single mark was there on their faces to help her differ between the cheerful Hassan and a grumpy Hussain. She felt her limbs gone weak as he walked past her. • What would happen when Nadia keeps mistaking her husband for her Husband's twin? I'm loving this much! I'm sure you would too!

Have you ever loved something to the extent that you could lie blatantly about it? In Jalilah's case, she had. She had loved ballet since she was a little girl, but being born from a northern Nigerian family, she had never got to be the ballerina she had always dreamed of. Did she let go of that dream? No, because she would lie for the sake of ballet, she would lie about being married so her mother could let her leave! Yazeed had never been choked up in a mess like this, but he had no choice but to stay mute and watch the drama unfold before his eyes. How would you feel to have a girl lie to her mother about you being her husband right before your eyes? They left, and she got what she had always been dreaming of. She knew she would love him someday, but she had never seen that day to be this close. What would she do? After knowing that their days together were numbered, she had to find another lie to tell her mother for them to find their separate ways. It got to the point that she couldn't pretend anymore, and she asked him the question. "Can I be your Mrs?" Yazeed had heard that question more than he cared to count, but she had never gotten an answer from him. Would he say yes and make her his lawful Mrs without her past life poking up? Or he would say no and live with the regret of not having her in his life? Which would be a topping to his already grieving soul.

She could feel the pain slowly overcoming her soul. The agony, the grief, taking over all that she once thought was alive in her. She felt so empty that she was sure her whole body will echo if someone was to shake her. But she stood, rigid as though a hundred years old tree, clinging onto the only thing that made her alive; her eyeglasses. Through those glasses, she had seen things she had wished she could erase. She had hated the things she once loved, places she once cherished and the man she grew up to love. It didn't matter who he was to her, his role in her life or even the title he possessed. She was going to take revenge, she was going to make him regret, she was going to make her father cry right before her eyes! But what if he chose to add more pain to her aching wounds? The day he declared her married to a gateman, the strings left attaching her with him were forcefully cut off. And she was certain even if it would take her till eternity, so long as she stayed married to the gateman, her father would never know what happiness felt like!

*Could you ever love a broken person?* "I understand that you're broken," he said as he lifted her chin so she stared directly into his eyes. "But I want you to understand that it is my job to restore the happiness you lost. I am your husband now, Afrah. And it is my responsibility to make you happy. So that is my mission from now until the end of time." Afrah stared down at her hands, feeling as though her soul was being wrenched from her body. She couldn't look him in the eye. Not after what she had gone through. Not when she still saw the devil in his eyes. * It is said that the most painful wounds leave the deepest scars. No one could attest to that more than Afrah Aminu. For eleven years she's kept a secret to herself, knowing that she might never be able to tell anyone. Not that she wanted to. But now, with the sudden arrival of a strange man in her life, she finds herself thrown into the terrifying situation of having to relive it all. As he tears down each and every wall she has set up around her heart, the memories of that haunting night come crashing in waves. Will she be able to survive it? Or will she be crushed underneath its weight?

Disclaimer ***Before you start, this book is now just a preview, don't ask about the rest of the book. It will be available in prints in sha Allah. Not on wattpad*** Scrolling down her phone, Zeena was reading her message log, when suddenly she stopped at a particular one that sent her heart racing, sending shivers down her spine. She almost dropped the phone. Not that she'd not seen odd messages before but this one, in particular, brought her world crashing; because she'd never seen this message before, how would it be that she was the person that sent it? How could she not remember ever writing this message? The words, the contents all didn't make sense. Her head started spinning and she felt light headed, her knees became weak like melted rubber. Before she knew what was happening she felt herself collapsing...

In the heart of the bustling city of Abuja lies the prestigious Rayville American University, owned by the illustrious billionaire tycoon, Hassan Shashi. This elite institution is the haven for society's crème de la crème-heirs and heiresses of vast fortunes, and royalty from renowned kingdoms. Amongst this dazzling world of privilege and power, there is one remarkable exception: a beautiful, intelligent, and spirited young woman from a middle-class family. As the first and only scholarship student at Rayville, she navigates a sea of opulence and entitlement with grace and determination. Facing disdain from her affluent peers and a series of clashes with the arrogant and self-absorbed heir to the university, Ammar Hassan Shashi, she embarks on a journey fraught with challenges. Yet, through it all, she remains steadfast in her quest for friendship, joy, success, and above all, love. ❤ --- Inspired by the Korean drama 'Boys Before Flowers,' this novel spins a completely original tale that promises to captivate and inspire. ---

❝i've delicately chosen letters to form words and words to form sentences, each sentence a colorful paint stroke on the canvas of my mind.❞ [ #1 in poetry on 27/08/16 ]

After the tragic loss of her parents, fifteen-year-old SADIYA is sent to live with her uncle's family in a town far from everything she's ever known. There she meets her two cousins. ABDULLAH, the effortlessly charming and carefree one who fills every room with laughter, and YAHAYA, the brilliant but brooding older brother who always seems annoyed by her presence. Caught between a boy who makes her heart race and one who makes it ache, Sadiya must find her place in a home that's not quite hers, while trying not to lose herself or her heart in the process.