Book one of the "𝗨𝗻𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱" series 𝗘𝘅𝗰𝗲𝗿𝗽𝘁 Then she asked, "Where are we going, Yusuf?" I corrected her gently. "Yaya Yusuf." She looked puzzled. "Huh?" "I mean... you should address me as Yaya Yusuf. It shows respect in our Hausa tradition." She blinked, then nodded slowly. "Okayyy. Yaya Yusuf. Where are we going?" I smiled a little. "We're going to a boutique. Or would you prefer we go to a café? It's your call." She thought for a moment, looking out the window again. Then she said, "I'd like to go to the biggest library in Kaduna...Kashim Ibrahim Library." I glanced at her, surprised. "A library? Seriously, Aisha? You want us to go to a libra..." "Yaya Aisha." she said cutting me off. Now it was my turn to look confused. She smiled...small, but mischievous. "I mean... you should address me as Yaya Aisha. Respect is reciprocal, you know."

The Final Book in The Dantata Series. Ahmed Shehu's heart is beaten and bruised, thanks to the woman he loved and was certain he'd spend the rest of his life with. Now his focus are on his three kids who are to stay comfortable and unaffected despite the chaos their mother has left behind. Suraiya Boukar Shehu has a lot of love to give and a background story she doesn't tell often. She's in Abuja for one reason; to take care of Ahmed Shehu's kids. Nothing else. The rule is simple. Ahmed and Suraiya won't stay as strangers but they won't be best friends. After all, they do have to work together to provide the very best for the kids. However, some rules are meant to be broken and in the most beautiful ways. When walls slowly come down and a cordial friendship blooms into something more, it isn't long before Suraiya and Ahmed are forced to make a decision; to come up with a solution to keep them together or to go their separate ways, forever... [P.S: Some love stories are majorly fluffy from start to finish. This is one of them.]

Zulaiha Abdallah is a final-year medical student at Nile University, Abuja, living with a past the world refuses to let go. She once loved the wrong man-an abusive relationship kept hidden from everyone. One night, while trying to protect herself, he died. The court ruled it self-defence, but society passed its own judgement. Cleared by law, yet condemned by people, Zulaiha is forced to live with labels such as "A woman who lost her virginity before marriage" whispers, and the stigma of not fitting into society's idea of a "pure" woman. During a visit home for Eid in Kano, her life takes another turn when she is pushed into an arranged marriage meant to settle debts and repair damaged reputations-not to bring love or healing. Her soon-to-be husband, Umar Al Muqtadir, is a respected and successful man with a past as dark as hers. Years ago, an affair led to a child he never got to raise, his lover commited sucide, and a promise he made to never forget her and to find his child. Two broken souls. One forced marriage. Secrets buried deep. As the truth about the past begins to surface- What happens when Umar finds out his child was killed by his girlfriend- about death, guilt, and a child lost "Who was this girlfriend?" -Zulaiha must face the question that has followed her all her life: Is this marriage her punishment... or her only chance at survival?

Copyright© 2021. All rights reserved. The trees swayed ominously, their interwoven limbs resembling outstretched arms beneath the ethereal ghost moon. Growls emanated from the darkness, just as she had suspected. The fierce wind lashed at the hood of her raven hoodie, wrenching it from its ties, leaving her vulnerable to the freezing winter assault. Fear surged, each breath creating a visible fog. Her heart pounded in her chest, but she refused to give in. She had come too far to let fear overcome her. Summoning every ounce of strength, she sprinted down the dark, unknown path, urging her feet to carry her to a mysterious and enigmatic destination. She would not remain tethered to the stranger her father had forced her to marry while she had been fighting for her life in a hospital bed. How could he have done such a thing to her? Her hatred for him intensified tenfold... The relentless pursuit abruptly halted, her voice releasing a high-pitched yelp at the unexpected sight. Before her stood her rejuvenated nightmare, her husband. She was not the least bit frightened, but the man had pledged to her father that he would stay married to her for eternity. "Seems like we're destined to be shrouded in this ominous darkness," he grinned, his smile dripping with menace, sending shivers down her spine. The desperate words she willed her mind to say failed to escape. Her retort of "Whatever, Police Officer" deserted her.

She was born to be an empress. Beauty like immortal, talented in many aspects and a great politician. She married to the crown prince at the age of 11. Engendered two heirs for the kingdom. She really lives a perfect life. Shining crown and beautifully embroidered gown. Tingling hairpins on her head doesn't make her happy. Is it too greedy to ask for more? Is it insolent to say that she's unpleased with her life? Because the emperor never looked at her. Because he doesn't favor her, her days are full of sorrow. All she ever wanted is him.

Betrothed to her cousin, Noor must navigate the tangled threads of her life when she finds herself carrying a child that threatens to upend everything she thought she knew. After navigating the complexities of her child's identity, Noor finds her way to a brighter future one filled with hope, happiness, and love that conquers all. Amir exudes charm and class. He's a walking green flag wrapped in muscles and charisma. This is the second book in (The Khalifas) series. 🫠

⚠️This story is a work of fiction and explores themes based on cultural traditions, emotional struggles, and personal transformation. She stormed out to the garden. "Say something!" she snapped, eyes burning. "Or are you still playing that 'I'm-too-pure-to-talk' game? Still pretending to be holy?" And that's when Raif moved. Fast. Zariah didn't even have time to blink before her back hit the nearby pillar - not hard, but firm enough to freeze her breath. His hand gripped her waist tightly, the other at her wrist, locking her in place. His chest pressed to hers. His face was inches from hers. His voice was deep. Controlled. But deadly serious. "It's no longer like always, Zariah." Her lips parted. "I used to ignore you because I knew my limits. I'm not like those men who flirt and sin and call it love. I feared Allah more than I ever desired you." His eyes narrowed, dark fire glowing behind them. "I didn't punish you back then because I respect women - even when they spit venom. I kept my mouth shut, not because I was weak... but because you weren't my mahram. I had no right to look at you, touch you, even speak without reason." He leaned closer, and she could feel his breath brush her cheek. "But now..." His grip on her tightened, and her body trembled - not from fear, but from the intensity in his words. "Now you are my wife. Now, you belong to me. Halal. Lawful. Mine." Zariah tried to turn her face away, but he caught her chin, tilting it back to him. "Now I can do anything I want. I can touch you. I can silence your insults without guilt. And I can show you what it means to be owned in a way that'll make you crave it again." His lips brushed her neck, just for a second - before he bit her. Not soft. Not brutal. But just enough to sting, enough to leave a mark. Zariah gasped, frozen. He pulled back just a little. "This-" he said, brushing his thumb over the fresh mark on her neck, "-is the first of many."

Copyright © 2024. All Rights Reserved. In the world of feelings, they say the heart is a bit unpredictable, fluttering unexpectedly and swaying in moments when the mind can't keep up. Sa'adatu likes sticking to her routine, finding comfort in the usual. Change isn't her thing; she's happy with the way things are. But suddenly, a surprising shift comes knocking-a tough task that seems impossible to win. In this whimsical tale, Adnan Bayero shows up as a spark of hope, but Sa'adatu is unsure. After living in an illusion for too long, the reality she sees now is not what she imagined. Life, akin to the heart's capricious dance, unfolds with surprises. The avoidance of the unexpected might just be the resonating crescendo, orchestrating the whimsical ballet of the heart. By Ferdeausee_

BASED ON A HAUSA LIFESTYLE Follow Manal through her journey as she moves to a new city to begin a new phase of her life, only to innocently Involve herself in a little family of three, along with that she finds herself entangled between two brothers. How will Manal find her way out of this? Through love or through betrayal...or both? Find out in 'Made for You'.

[UNDER EDITING] BASED ON A HAUSA LIFESTYLE. --- "Too bad you're mine and you have no choice but to stick with me" --- Umar Kashim is rich, and from how he is portrayed, arrogant too! Hameeda on the other hand is his opposite. Cheerful and well mannered, but does not take any nonsense that comes her way! So what happens when their opposite worlds collide? Will their heavy dislike towards each other turn into LOVE? Well it is said that opposites do attract! Find out in 'MINE'. --- Story Rankings #1 in Nigeria out of 1,000+ stories #1 in Umar out of 43 stories #4 in wattpadstories out of 1,000+ stories #13 in Discovery out of 1,000+ stories #43 in Muslim out of 1,000+ stories #69 in wattpad out of 1,000+ stories #210 in Relationship out of 1,000 stories #960 in Hausa out of 1,000+ stories