In a world where family names hold power and choices aren't always yours to make, two strangers are bound by a marriage neither of them wanted. Secrets, expectations, and destiny collide as their worlds slowly intertwine. Not every crown shines. Not every heart listens. Zayn Abdulaziz Omar Heir to a powerful branch of the Dubai royal family,raised between privilege, pressure, and the silent expectations that come with a name that carries weight. Cold-eyed, disciplined, and impossible to read, Zayn has mastered the art of control. He doesn't believe in fate. He doesn't believe in love. And he definitely doesn't believe in an arranged marriage. Laylah Ibrahim Al-Hakeem Daughter of Kano's deeply respected royal lineage, quiet but sharper than she seems. Raised in tradition and taught to move with grace in a world that watches everything she does. Soft, observant, and stubborn when pushed, Laylah has never imagined her life becoming a negotiation between families. She never asked for this marriage,yet she's the one who must carry most of its weight. Two kingdoms. Two families. Two people who never chose each other... but whose lives are about to collide in ways none of them expected.

It is a collection of One shots. It will mostly have stories about Gay or Bisexual man. I will Sometimes include straight stories too. This collection of stories contains mature content and is intended for adult readers. It includes themes of intimacy and explicit situations between men and explicit language. Please don't read if you find it offensive.

Arewa Emirates, Glitz and glamour, Culture, Family, Tradition, Principles, and lying beneath, lurking in the shadows is ... evil. We all know that a king must handle all that comes his way with a ruler's grace, but let's see how Zayn-Ashraf Malik, the youngest heir of the Malik Dynasty does it after having to become king because the eldest heir of the Malik Dynasty didn't want to have anything to do with the Emirates. Though young, Zayn has to deal with the evil lurking in the darkness, trying to take over the Malik Dynasty of Kano. Some old ties, some envy, and some, out of sheer malice. Would do with a good woman by his side. But with all these eating up to his once peaceful life, how will he hold up his crumbling world? A world of many faces. Copyright © 2023

Samar never thought wearing silk, heels, and pretty little secrets would lead him straight to Amaal. What starts as fantasy slowly turns into something deeper ,messy, emotional, romantic, and impossible to hide. Between black silk dresses, lingering touches, stolen kisses, and late-night confessions, Silk Under Silk is a spicy MM romance filled with feminine fashion, lingerie, makeup, emotional vulnerability, and intense chemistry. Content includes: • M/M romance • Crossdressing & feminine presentation • Lingerie, dresses, heels & makeup • Mature themes & strong language • Emotional angst & intimacy • Heavy sexual content and teasing dynamics

"...I've never had an orgasm before!" I blurt out, backing away a few steps. He sits up, dark hair ruffled and messy from the fingers I ran through it. His eyes, once wide, slowly darken. "You what?" He breathes. *** Running from a dark past, a girl stumbles into a territory ran by a notorious Alpha. He's cold, dangerous and poisons her, forcing her into his proximity. But she harbours a dark secret, which when revealed to the wrong people, causes her to become tied to the Alpha in an arranged marriage that reveals more about them than anticipated... Including the bond they share when they touch. And the Alpha too has a secret, an obsession. For her. *Completed*

​"I gave you three years to breathe, Hiba. Three years to grow into the woman I saw that night in the kitchen. Now, the time for breathing is over. Now, you belong to me." ​At fifteen, Hiba became an orphan. At fifteen, she was forced into a Nikah with her eldest cousin, the cold and terrifying Arzan Shah. He was supposed to be her shield, but his touch felt like fire. After a night of dark desire, he fled to London, leaving her with a bruised neck and a shattered heart. ​Three years later, Hiba is eighteen, beautiful, and finally feels free. But Arzan has returned. He isn't the man who left; he's a predator coming back for his prize. And this time, he's not leaving without the Ruksati he wants hiba in his room, in his bed and under him. these story is not like my previous one it's dark Romance and for 18+ read at your own risk.

Kamilla runs down the stairs, her fingers clutching her dress to prevent it from trailing behind her. she's about to walk down completely when his voice stops her. "Princess" He calls out in a raspy voice and she freezes. Kamilla doesn't turn to stare at him or acknowledge him and that only seems to irk him more. 'Princess' Calls me that like he cares. 'Good, it should' she says internally. "Go and change" He instructs and instantly her pulse beats at his words and she finds herself exhaling slowly before turning to face him. "who are you to tell me what to do" She spits eyes glaring in his direction but she doesn't maintain eye contact. Sadiq's eyes narrow and he walks closer, his steps predatory. "Your husband" He states matter of factly and she scoffs. "Husband?.." Kamilla pauses for dramatic effect. "Husband to who exactly, is It to the woman you left alone in a rediculously big house or the wife you haven't so much as touched since you got married?" By the end of her sentence, she has her arms folded across her chest as she glares at the rediculously handsome figure in front of her. he might be known as the 'Amir' outside and a crown prince but in here she's his queen. "You want me to touch you princess" His voice is low and sultry as he licks his bottom lip while his gaze remains fixated on her. kamilla's breath gets caught in her throat and heat instantly raises up her cheeks. defiant she raises her chin. "I..We weren't talking about that" She stutters trying to brush it off. Amir Sadiq's face suddenly turns serious as he stands straighter. "Come here princess" He orders in a sharp voice. "Never knew my princess craved for my touch" He mutters low enough. _____ Kamilla Bello never thought that from juggling her daily life in a cafe she sets out in the outskirts of the city with her best friend shed suddenly be wedded off to a man. Not any man but him. Amir J.S.E.H. The man whose name is whispered and a man whose power suffocates,

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This book contains mature content. Rated R. It's full of mxm scenes. Boy on boy. Man on man on man. Don't read if it's not your cup of tea. Enjoy! :D

STARTED FEBRUARY 27TH 2020 FINISHED NOVEMBER 27TH 2020 EDITING IN PROGRESS #2 solider as of 27th November 2020 #7 Islam as of 27th November 2020 #2 Hausa as of 7th February 20201 This story follows the life's of two different people with different personalities,morals and values. It's all about love trust and honesty. Nafisa is a Fulani girl who comes from a very large family with many uncles aunts and lots of cousins. She finds herself in a marriage with a man she hardly knows. Only met him a couple of times in her life which was during her cousin's wedding whom is also her BFF. Although she didn't love he she didn't hate him either she didn't see the question coming her great uncle sits her down to as her if she accepts the marriage with a second thought she agrees. Which brings us back to Umar (jay) he is what every girl love the ladies man what many men want to be. He broke the great record of the Nigerian army by being the first Field Marshall in the history of Nigerian army. At the age of thirty two he still remains a bachelor single and hasn't been in a relationship before his belief is that when it's time he will find the one for him meant to be his. Some say he is arrogant,too full of him self. Follow me to find out of he really is like that. Please all the media you will find in this book does not belong to me credit goes to their respective owners. This is a hausa stroy written in hausa language but some parts are in English please do give this a try.