He was a man feared by all, a storm that despised women with every fiber of his being. Untouchable, untamed... until she appeared. One encounter, one smile, and the walls around his heart began to crumble. The man who once hated now found himself soft, vulnerable, and powerless to resist the pull of love.

PROLOGUE Hello, my name is Asimthandile Khosa (24), I'm Xhosa, I live in Cape Town with my Aunt Nomaxabiso Fati (55) her husband Xolizizwe Fati (55), her two sons Kwakhanya (19), Kwakho(13) and my three siblings Nqobile Khosa (30), Sandile Khosa (27), Siyamthanda Khosa (16). My parents died when I was 11 years old in a car accident, after our parents died Siyamthanda and I had to live with our Aunt Nomaxabiso, my aunt never liked my mom ever since my mother Khanyisile Khosa(53) married a very wealthy man which is my dad Andile Khosa (59), my aunt and my mom never spoke ever since my mother got married my aunt did not even attend my mother's wedding. I am doing my last year in CPUT I'm studying medicine , my older brother Nqobile is a taxi owner he owns more or less 7 taxi's, Sandile has his own businesses 'SK interior design company' and 'SK Lounge' he has two lounges one in Johannesburg the other one here in Cape Town, Siyamthanda is currently doing grade 11 at Wynberg Girls High School, Kwakhanya is doing his first year at UCT and Kwakho just started high school grade 8. Ever since my parent's died life has been draining, Nqobi chose to quit school to be a taxi driver so that he can pay my fees and Sandile is paying Siya's school fees because my aunt doesn't provide for us all she does is make us her maids.

Xolani Ngubane was born into blood. An inkabi whose shot never missed, he earned his reputation as the silent ghost of KwaMashu - feared by men, owned by no one. Until he met Amahle Zuma a fierce, ambitious young woman trying to survive in a male-dominated taxi empire.

Busisiwe Ndlovu. A victim of sexual, emotional, and physical abuse, lost her parents in a massive car crash whlist she was eleven years of age. Life was against her hence her guardians never treated her like their own flesh and blood. What happens when they let their guard down? Busisiwe might be rescued by prince charming, Nkosinathi Mazibuko. Though the prince charming might be her worse nightmare. Practically, nothing really ends with happily never after. Warning: Manture content, violence and vulgar language

Meet Ndalo, a royal princess who falls in love with a wealthy businessman, Ntsika. With their love getting stronger by the minute, a secret about her and Ntsika's brother threatens to unravel. Will love surpass family dynamics or will this break a bond like no other?

Nkosiyabo: (clears throat) hey Thembelihle: (startled) ohhh....ohhh sir hi Nkosiyabo: sorry for scaring you...what are you doing up at this time Thembelihle: I came to make ma'am rooibos tea she couldn't sleep I was thirsty so I drank water Nkosiyabo: so she woke you up this late I'm sorry about that Thembelihle: it's okay sir ijob ijob.....productive meeting? Nkosiyabo: what meeting what do you know My voice was raised I mean what does she know. Thembelihle: I assumed you came from a meeting judging by what you are wearing sorry for asking. Good night sir She passed me and disappeared. I felt bad but I was puzzled how can she think of that. I need to find information about her. So I called Computer

When Sipho's bride runs away on lobola day, he must marry her sister but can love grow from a forced union?

Join Kegagugetswe and Thembinkosi on their love journey and find out how it goes...♡

In a city where sirens never sleep, love becomes the loudest sound of all.

She was the kind of girl who tried to make herself small even though her body refused to shrink. Soft in all the places she wished were firm - a tummy that folded when she sat, thighs darkened from years of rubbing, and breasts that never stood the way society said they should. She carried her insecurities like extra weight, always tugging at her clothes, always avoiding mirrors.But he saw her differently.To him her softness wasn't something to hide it was warmth, comfort, realness. The curve of her belly, the thickness of her thighs, the sway of her hips... he loved all of it. Not in a way that made her feel exposed, but in a way that finally made her feel seen. He spoke to her gently, touched her carefully, and never once made her feel like she had to apologize for existing in her own skin.He didn't love her despite her body.He loved her with it because of it completely and slowly, she began to realize that maybe she was worthy of being loved exactly as she was.