The link on my bio to grab the complete book! Sabira Idris Turaki never imagined that after everything she and her husband endured, the years of struggle, pride, misunderstandings, and silent sacrifices, she would lose him just when love finally began to feel steady. It was love. But it came too late. Umar Faruq Bello's death was ruled an unfortunate encounter. A sealed report. A carefully arranged narrative crafted by those who understand that power protects power. Grief has barely settled when two men enter her life. Abubakar Sadiq Bello is the twin who was sent away as a boy for refusing to bend to Dada's authority. The son who learned early that defiance comes with exile. The brother who built himself into something formidable, strategic, and untouchable. If Faruq was warmth, Sadiq is fire. If Faruq was softness, Sadiq is the rock. Sadiq wants revenge for the only brother who stood by him when no one else did. Then there is Zaid. A man who wants the prize he has yet to win. Faruq's death did not satisfy him. It was far from over. A marriage of convenience brings Sabira together with Sadiq. What begins as strategy slowly becomes something far more dangerous. Proximity awakens emotions neither of them expected. Their journey unfolds in stages. Attraction, attachment, trust, love, worship. A return to faith. A rediscovery of themselves. Sadiq is morally grey. Calculated. A man who understands power and is not afraid to use it. Revenge tempts him. Control comforts him. Softness does not come naturally. Sabira, no longer the woman she once was, refuses to be conquered. She demands respect, sincerity, and growth. Between vengeance and vulnerability, political silence and family loyalty, dominance and surrender, they begin to change. Together, they learn how to lead and raise their family with intention, care, and love.

LOVE FROM AFAR

"Next time don't roam the school grounds without a proper covering for your hair." Some girls cross oceans for adventure. Rashida Fintiri crossed one for a boy. Leaving behind the polished halls of her Swiss boarding school, Rashida Fintiri arrives in Abuja with one thing on her mind. Alim. Her cousin, her closest friend, and the boy she has quietly loved for as long as she can remember. She traded Switzerland for this, for him, certain that proximity would finally tip the scales in her favour. It does not. Alim only has eyes for Tahira, the soft-spoken, effortlessly beautiful girl every boy in school seems to notice and every girl cannot help but resent. For Rashida, the sight of it is unbearable. Humiliating. And when Rashida hurts, she does not cry quietly in corners. She strikes. Tahira becomes her target. A campaign of cold shoulders, cutting words and calculated cruelty that Rashida tells herself is deserved. That she tells herself is nothing. But nothing has a way of becoming everything. Because someone is watching. Senior Babangana, Alhaji Baba to those who know better than to test him, the most feared and sought after boy in school, son of old money and a name that opens doors, has noticed. Not Tahira. Not the girl everyone expects him to look at. He is watching Rashida. And in a school where everyone is performing for someone, Rashida is about to find out what it means to be truly seen by someone who sees far too much. "I don't know how to play basketball senior" Babangana' gaze drifts over her and she could feel a pinch from how dismissive he is. "You'll learn come here.

---mature content(18+)--- "Get on the desk", Asher said. It sounded more like a command. I complied. Walking towards the furnished desk I hoisted myself on the on it, my heart beating erratically. "Now spread your legs kitten. I want to taste you". ........... In which 19 year old of Armelle Vista ends up seducing her 35 year old boss Asher Devin Jones over a summer internship. Highest rating: #1 in Chick-lit (This is a stand-alone novel) Edited by: @kaxeen, @unlady and @nupur92

The Meet-Cute (Digital Edition) It all started on Aisha's business page, 'The Abaya Vault.' Aisha had just dropped her "Eid Collection," and the comment section was moving at lightning speed. @Salma_Vibes: Aishalo! If I don't get this midnight blue velvet piece, consider our friendship over. 😭 Mashallah, the work is too neat! @Abubakar_01: It's actually navy, not midnight blue. @Salma_Vibes: @Abubakar_01 Oh, we have a color expert in the building? 🙄 Navy or midnight, it's still going to look better on me than in your gallery, Sir. @Abubakar_01: @Salma_Vibes Bold claim for someone just window shopping. The back-and-forth lasted for thirty minutes. Salma was witty, sharp, and didn't care that his profile picture was a blurred shot of a G-Wagon steering wheel. She thought he was just another "Abuja Big Boy" with too much data and too little to do. The "Joke" An hour later, Salma's DMs pinged. > Abubakar_01: Since you're the expert, screenshot the top five you think are actually worth the price. I want to see if your taste matches your mouth. > Salma laughed, adjusting her veil as she sat in her room in Yola. "This one thinks he's slick," she muttered. To play along with the "joke," she went back to Aisha's page and picked the most expensive, heavily hand-beaded pieces in the collection. > Salma_Vibes: [5 Images Attached] > Salma_Vibes: There. Don't faint when you see the total. I have expensive taste. 💅✨ > > Abubakar_01: Noted. > middle of the university walkway. Her heart did a weird flutter that had nothing to do with the Yola heat. She quickly opened Instagram and typed a message. > Salma_Vibes: You were serious? Abubakar, that was way too much. I was joking! > > Abubakar_01: I don't joke about investments. Consider it a thank you for the fashion advice. Now, are you going to send me a photo of the 'navy' one, or do I have to fly to Yola to see it myself?

Started date - December 1 2025

❝I've already made up my mind, I want you and only you. No one else... because to me, you're my kind of perfect,❞ In the ruthless world of wealth and power, Adrian Ivanov reigns as a cold-hearted man, devoid of remorse. Love holds no meaning for him, as he indulges in a life of opulence and privilege, yet remains hollow. However, his carefully constructed existence is about to be shattered when an unexpected encounter brings Valentina Russo into his life. Valentina, an Italian girl struggling to make ends meet, crosses paths with Adrian at his exclusive club. Little does she know, this chance meeting will unravel the fabric of her entire existence. Will Valentina possess the strength to weather the storm that threatens to consume her? As their lives intertwine, a profound question lingers: Can Valentina be the one to thaw the ice in Adrian's heart and fill the void that has haunted him for so long? Witness a tale of passion, transformation, and the tumultuous journey two souls must undertake in search of redemption and unyielding love. https://www.patreon.com/c/arihartwattpad

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,

Fahad Suleiman Indimi Heir to Indimi Industries. Powerful. Reserved. Untouchable. Fahad is everything the world admires-strikingly handsome, immensely successful, and one of the most sought-after bachelors in Nigeria. Yet behind the wealth and status lies a man who keeps to himself. A workaholic with little patience for distractions, he values silence, structure, and control. Cold, distant, and deeply private, Fahad lives in a world where emotions are a liability... and attachment is a risk he refuses to take. Noor Abubakar Babangida The girl everyone notices. The woman no one forgets. Noor is light in human form-radiant, confident, and effortlessly captivating. A well-known model, she turns heads everywhere she goes, but it's her warmth and kindness that truly win hearts. She's talkative, vibrant, and unapologetically herself, bringing life into even the dullest spaces. But beneath her bright smile are quiet battles and imperfections she hides from the world. Two opposites. Two worlds. One unexpected connection. When fate brings Fahad and Noor together, sparks are inevitable-but so is conflict. He craves silence. She is full of life. He builds walls. She breaks them without trying. Will their differences push them apart... or will they discover that sometimes, the most unlikely love stories are the ones worth fighting for?

Anwar was already moving toward her. "Anwar... don't," she whispered. His hand reached for her veil. She screamed, the sound tearing from her throat as panic took over. "Keep quiet!" he shouted, his voice thunderous, shaking the room. She fought back, pushing at his chest, struggling with everything she had. Fear made her hands shake, but she didn't stop resisting. Her breaths came fast and broken as she tried to escape his grip. his father's call came through and puts it on speaker. "What is happening there?" his father demanded. "Who is screaming like that?" Anwar didn't hesitate. "It's my wife-to-be." Nayara opened her mouth to speak, to scream for help-but Anwar's voice cut her off. "Stay quiet," he warned sharply. On the line, his father's voice exploded, ordering him to stop whatever he was doing. Anwar ignored him. Instead, he picked up his phone again and dialed another number. It rang twice. "Nayara?" her father's tense voice came through. "Where are you? Why aren't you home?" She tried to answer. "She's with me," Anwar said instead. There was a pause. "Who are you?" her father asked. "Her husband-to-be." "What nonsense is this?" her father snapped. Anwar's voice turned cold. "I don't have time. My father is on the line. I want to marry Nayara immediately." Both men started shouting at once through the speaker. Anwar leaned closer to Nayara, lowering his voice so only she could hear. "Tell him." She shook her head, tears filling her eyes. He raised his voice again. "I want her as my wife. Decide now." His father roared through the phone, furious, ordering him to step back. Anwar didn't move. "I'd rather touch her as my wife," he said calmly into the phone, "than do something I won't take responsibility for. If you refuse this marriage, don't expect me to change my mind." Nayara let out a broken scream. Her father's voice cracked as he demanded, "What do you want?" Anwar answered without hesitation. "Marry her to me. Now."