"Leave me alone! Please don't do this to me. I will do whatever you want, but please don't rape me. Please don't do this to me. Help me!" Ruqayya cried out,struggling to free herself from the monster's clutch. Meet Ruqayya Aliyu Omar,a 17years old introvert who was raped on her sister's wedding. She has to go through a lot of pain and humiliation. What happens when her father decide to get her married to his nephew? Read on to find out.

"I can never get married to you.i deserve better.he said with his usual screwed up face which always makes his handsome face have wrinkles. "today,here and now I promise you that you will come and plead with me to get married to you.Nawal trying to nurse her bruised ego. she felt hurt at the blunt refusal he just displayed.she felt rejected and all alone . she saw no reason why they all kept playing with her mind and feelings. Jabbar would have laughed at her silly statement if not for the kind of person he is and the kind of personality he posses. all he knows how to do is prove he is perfect and deserves everything to be perfect. he's demanding. "that day has not been created and it will never be". he said and walked out with his guards behind him.his walking imitates order, his speech is final and his look is commanding. that's just how he is.always daring. stay tuned to find out how the love story of an arrogant prince and a common girl goes on when lies, secrets, deceit and evil lies ahead of them. don't allow to be gisted stay and read about this exciting love story on your own.

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"Why?" she whispered. "WHY?!!! ABUBAKAR WHY?!!!" she screamed. Her voice sounded inhumane. I flinched and watched as she broke down crying again. "Look at the pain you are causing her" my father's voice uttered behind me. I couldn't look away from the sight of my mother crying. "Who would have thought my very own flesh and blood would be so callous. You disgust me Abubukar." He said brushing past me to comfort my mother. The room was suddenly filled with a bright light and I watched as they walked towards the light. My father turned to me. "May Allah have mercy on your soul" ********************** Parties, women and drugs were a usual for Abubakar 'Abba' Abdullahi. He lived without a care in the world and he wasn't about to change it for the world. Or so he thought. A reckless decision one rainy night leads him on a new journey of self discovery. But will it be enough to save him? ****** Book 2 of The Loving Khalifa Series. It can be read as a standalone.

"I know all these cheap tricks you miscreants pull in the name of your disgusting jealousy. I wonder which motivational post you read that made you think you actually have a right to claim me as yours" he laughed, bitterly before looking into my eyes again "Aya, I never loved you, I don't love you, and I will never ever love you, so just rest for goodness sake, this is so embarrassing" With great difficulty, I swallowed the lump in my throat and mustered the strength to strike back "hafeez kenan! I wish I cared, I really do wish I cared about...everything! I'm glad to know that you don't either, but let me just warn you, you are in bondage, better free yourself before it's too late" with that, I walked out, slamming the heavy wooden door behind me as a lone tear escaped from my eye. Meet Aya Muhammad Yusi, a fulani bombshell who gives beauty a new meaning. Being a public figure and famous media personality changed nothing about her being a calm and collected modest young woman who put happiness and peace of mind above anything else. But, when things took a drastic U-turn in her love life, Aya was forced to marry AbdulHafeez Ahmad Talba, an arrogant, almost always grumpy stud approaching billionairehood. Being polar opposite, the twists and turns don't seem to have an end. do you think they will finally find their express way? Or forever remain stuck in that one pothole? Read to find out ❤️

Laila Kamill Kabir is my name and this is my story.

Fate follows the life of two young ladies, Nooriyya and Samha. Nooriyya lost her parents at a very young age, she was left in the care of her step mother. She went through a lot under her stepmother including hawking but her life made a dive for the worst when she was raped, one night by someone in the midst of his drunk friends, her life never became thesame again. Samha is a girl who had everything, though raised by a single mother. Every guy she wanted, she gets. She had Fahad in her clutches too, a young billionaire with a sparkling clean personality on the surface but have a dark side buried. She had him all wrapped up until it blew all up in her face. That's the beginning of her own misery.

Despised by her father for not being a male child, Fatimah Bulama hopes to attain her father's love and to prove how able she is to render the same service a male child can. She's the one and only child of Alhaji Aliyu Bulama, the founder of Bulama Cooperation. Yusuf Dolari, the second child of Alhaji Abba Dolari is despise by his own father for being a drug addict and a womanizer thus losing his position in the family company to his complicated elder sister, Jasraa. ******************** THIS BOOK IS NOT EDITED, YOU MAY FIND MISTAKES AND GRAMMATICAL ERROR IN SOME CHAPTERS. ******************** Dedicated to Maeesha Yahaya (Rest In Peace) Book Completed (January 01 to June 17, 2020)

. . . . . The man took her to a small office downstairs. It seemed he was the owner of the hotel, given how well he knew his way around. She sobbed quietly, her sister's betrayal hurting more than Halima's beating. Today, she had to find out that her sister had no heart. "Take this," the mysterious man passed her an ice pack. "Use it on the swelling." She took it from him. "Thanks." The man studied her. She looked so young. What was a young lady like her doing in a hotel while her mates were in school? The man wondered. Women of today have no shame at all. "What were you thinking?" he asked. "Excuse me?" she asked, cocking a brow. "What were you thinking when you followed that man to the hotel? Don't you have any shame?" "Stop it. Stop talking as if you know the whole truth. You don't even know half of the story, but you're already judging," she said. He cackled. "Oh, really? What I witnessed is enough for me. You sell your body for money. It's as simple as that." "Shut up!" "The truth hurts, right? Next time, you should think before repeating the same mistake." "Please shut up!! Please," she broke into tears. It hurts a lot. Now she's the prostitute. People will laugh at her if they come to watch the videos some people took. "Okay," he raised his hands up in surrender. "I want to go home," she stood up. "I can send my driver to drop you if you want." "No, thank you. Wouldn't want part two to repeat itself," she said sarcastically. "Thanks for the ice, anyway." A story about two sisters fighting for their rights. A secret they've sworn to keep from the world. One of these sisters has to take the blame for the other sister's wrongdoing, and there's no way this innocent sister can speak the truth. No one would believe her, except one man.

NASRIN MUHAMMAD KANGIRMO , is a 17-year-old model, who hides her modeling career from her family, she's a carefree, stubborn lady who has only one fear of her parents finding out about her modeling career. what happens when her dad alhaji Muhammad kangirmo finds out about her modeling job and decides to marry her off to his friends' son, AHMAD KABIR BINDAWA who is a spoilt brat with no respect or dignity for women yet he's still the ladies man as girls are always tripping over him... How does Love speak? In the faint flush upon the telltale cheek, And in the pallor that succeeds it; by The quivering lid of an averted eye-- Will they put aside their difference and let faith take its toll? follow me on the love story of Nasrin and Ahmad as they face different challenges in their marital life .#hatred,#deciet#cruelty #disgust, and finally, love