Does it really have to be forever? Or can forever be altered?

Enamour /ɪˈnamə,ɛˈnamə/ • verb be filled with love for

Some destinies cannot be hidden forever. When Zamambo crosses paths with Bukhosibakhe, the life she thought she knew begins to unravel. Because fate has already chosen her.

The air smelled faintly of oud and cold leather. Madina's heart was racing as she ended her furious call. She shoved her phone into her bag, muttering under her breath. She'd just hid into this car to save herself and it's all because of that man. Madina: "When I finally meet that man, I'll strangle him with his own tie." (she exhales sharply) "Who does he think he is-God?" A low chuckle came from the seat beside her. Deep, smooth. Dangerous. Muhammad Turad who has been studying her replies which stuns her"You might want to choose a softer form of negotiation, Miss." his tone is calm and teasing "Strangling governors tends to make headlines." She wants to strangle him Her breath caught. She turned slowly, eyes meeting his-dark, unreadable, but too alive to ignore. Madina: "You-You were here the whole time?" Turad: "My car. My silence. Your words." In the glimmering heart of Abuja, Madina Gambo fights her way through the storm of politics, family expectations, and self-worth. As a senator's aide, she has learned to stand tall among men who believe power belongs only to them. Hidden behind walls of power and shadows, Muhammed Turad Muhammed I. After surviving a near-fatal accident, he returns to Abuja determined to find the woman who once appeared in his path-a woman whose presence haunts him like a promise. Madina, however, is too busy being infuriated. Her every attempt to meet the elusive His Excellency fails. Her family mocks her ambitions, her uncle poisons every dinner with scorn, and her grandfather-the only light in her chaos-reminds her that patience always wins. But patience isn't her strength. Until one night, fate catches them both off guard

In a city where chaos runs deep and power speaks louder than justice, Major General Damola Olowe-feared, revered, and known simply as the Commander-rules Lagos's criminal underworld with a soldier's discipline and ruthlessness. His word is law. His presence, a warning. Backed by elite troops and an iron code of honor, Damola is the last line of order in a state slowly tilting into anarchy. But when a high-stakes raid ends in betrayal, an ambush leaves him bloodied and alone, and five of his own men try to assassinate him in transit, everything shifts. He survives by sheer will-and the unexpected help of a 'frightened' stranger. Damola gives him one thing in return: a favor. A single, open-ended promise. Three years later, the stranger returns-not for money, not for power, but with a request that will dismantle everything Damola has built. He wants Damola to protect his quiet, delicate younger sister, Adunni, while he travels abroad. The Commander refuses-until the debt is called in. What begins as a reluctant favor becomes a war of shadows, as Damola finds himself caught between growing feelings for Adunni and suspicions he can't ignore. Because Adunni isn't just innocent. She's a pawn. A spy planted to bring him down. And behind her is a man with blood on his hands-and a plan that could end the Commander's reign for good. But Damola didn't rise to power by playing fair and he was ready to fight until the very end. He took them down before, he could do it again. He would. Obey the Commander-or be destroyed.

Ever wondered what is like in polygamy? What happens when your husband is a polygamist and a hardcore criminal who gives zero fucks? Embark on this journey with the Khumalo wives and their husband, Muzikayise Phakamani Khumalo as they let us in.

"The wound is the place where the light enters you." - Rumi

A wounded woman running from her painful past crashes, literally, into a Zulu prince who sweeps into her life with flowers, protection, and a claim that terrifies her: she's his destined Queen. As she fights to protect her heart and he battles dark forces threatening his throne, they must navigate love, destiny, and the secrets that could either bind them together or tear them apart forever.

[COMPLETELY EDITED AND FINISHED.] -Seems like things are better when forbidden~ Kiana Lede. •In which an exotic dancer/stripper finds herself in a complicated entanglement with a millionaire who also happens to be her ex. "I want you to be my private dancer." he says. "What's that?" I ask and he chuckles. "I want you to dance for me and me only." "Why?" "You think I want other men to see what's mine." "I'm not yours you are married for heavens sakes." "So?" "So it means focus on your marriage and wife and let me do my job as a dancer and go home afterwards. No need to overcomplicate our lives even more." I say. "I know you want this just as much. You may deny it but your body says otherwise." he says. I hate the fact that he is right but I can't give into temptation like this he is a married man and those kind of men are off limit and we can't get back together, not only will i be putting my life at risk but his as well and i don't want that. "So are you in or out?" he asks. I know he knows my answer and i know I shouldn't agree but I can't help it. "Yes." I whisper. What am I getting myself into? "You usually moan louder than that when I'm pounding into you." he says and i feel my cheeks heat up. "Yes dammit." I answer and he chuckles. "No need for the violence sthandwa sami i know you love all of this." I roll my eyes. (my love.) I hate that his right. I despise that i adore him this much when I know i shouldn't. ○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○● •DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, DEPRESSION, VIOLENCE, KIDNAPPING AND TORTURE. •Hope you read and enjoy the book ♡ •If you do not like slow burns don't bother reading it •Started: 11 February 2024. •Finished: 25 September 2024. •Edited: 30 November 2024. ☆All names, characters and places are fictitious. Any resemblance is purely coincidental.

"The heart has its reasons which reason knows not of." - Blaise Pascal