Set in the years 1997-2000, Lekan Adeyemi is thirty years old, a successful investment banker, and doing everything right - including dating Ayomide Coker, twenty-six years old, HR Manager at an oil and gas firm, the daughter of his father's business partner and the kind of woman everyone expects him to marry. Imade Osazee is eighteen, a law student at the University of Lagos, his next-door neighbor, his younger sister's best friend, the girl he has pampered since she reached out to him when she was 5 months old and calmed something in him. She has been in love with him since she was sixteen. He has been trying not to notice her since she stepped out of a boutique changing room in a champagne-gold dress after her eighteenth birthday, and awakened something in him. What starts as a congratulatory letter after her Miss UNILAG pageant win becomes a correspondence neither of them can stop or name. And what cannot be named eventually has to be said - to each other, to their families, to a world that had very different plans for both of them. Ayomide Coker watches a love story that isn't hers unfold before her eyes; she is determined for her relationship with Lekan Adeyemi to work, as he is perfect for her. She asks him to set boundaries between him and the girl she feels is a threat, which he does till he can't. This is not just a simple love story. It is a story of the clash between personal desire and familial expectations. It is the story of two people who realise their love began long before they even knew it. A story of two people who always find a way back to each other despite the circumstances that separate them. A battle between two women who decide that they have to get what they desire the most, by any means necessary.

New York city, In the sterile white walls of a hospital room, Victoria Blackwell's world collapsed with a photo of her husband of five years - Henry Blackwell with another woman. She was more shattered when her son - Jude Blackwell chose that woman as his new Mom. Heartbroken, Victoria decided to give up both the marriage and motherhood. She faked memory loss, demanded a divorce, and walked away - determined to rebuild her life from the ruins. After Victoria's departure, Henry was stunned. The woman who once loved him unconditionally had transformed into someone unrecognizable - confident, composed, and untouchable. Now, Henry is desperate to win her back. Jude clings to memories of his mother's warmth and begs for her return. They both want her back. But Victoria has learned one thing the hard way: sometimes love isn't enough-especially when it costs you yourself.

(she's leaning toward love & clarity) > Everything shifts when she meets *Raqeeb Uthman* - a calm, older business tycoon who doesn't push, doesn't lecture, and doesn't treat her like a child or a trophy. For the first time, Neelam feels seen. And slowly, she realizes peace isn't about running from marriage or rushing into it - it's about choosing herself first, and letting the right person walk beside her, not in front of her. > "My Peace" is a story about family pressure, self-worth, and finding love that feels like breathing, not drowning.

(AWAITING EDITS) Through heartbreak and betrayal, her heart learned to beat again!!

Aleeyeh set the tray down gently, careful not to let the cups clink. She had learned these small precautions-how to exist softly around him, how not to disturb the silence he lived in. Salman didn't look up. She stood there for a moment, fingers twisting into the edge of her sleeve. "I made it the way you like," she said softly. "Less sugar." That was when he spoke. "Aleeyeh." Her name sounded heavy on his tongue, like something he had avoided saying for too long. She looked up, hope rising before she could stop it. "You don't have to do this anymore," he said, finally meeting her eyes. His voice wasn't angry. That almost hurt more. "The effort. The trying." Her lips parted, but no words came. "I see it," he continued, measured, distant. "And I don't want it." A pause. Then, quieter-crueler in its honesty. "I will never love you." The room felt smaller. "I understand," she whispered, though her chest burned with the lie. As she turned away, Salman added, almost like a warning, "Stop waiting for me to change. You'll only hurt yourself." She walked out without another word, carrying her dignity like a fragile glass-unbroken, but trembling. ........ Aleeyeh was promised a marriage before she was old enough to understand what love meant. Salman was twenty-five when that promise was made-already in love with another woman, already tied to a heart that was not meant to be his forever. When duty binds them together, Aleeyeh enters the marriage with hope, patience, and quiet prayers. Salman enters it with silence. No love. No warmth. Only respect and distance. Living beside a husband who does not see her, Aleeyeh learns how lonely marriage can be. Ink of a Broken Vow is a story of patience, past love, and the quiet strength it takes to heal a heart bound by promises made too soon.

LOVE FROM AFAR

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,

An Arabian Dark Romance, fighting for the throne of Misrah .