Romance in Kitalo City Book 1 Nella isn't looking for love. She's had a taste of it and is convinced it's not as glamorous as the world portrays it to be. She's pretty sure romance isn't for her, until she meets a charming basketball player who seems to check all the boxes she would have if she did that sort of thing. Will she let her past get in the way of what could be, or will she relax and let things unfold naturally? Hasani isn't looking for love. He's ruled it off after witnessing it fall apart in the hands of his on-again, off-again parents. He believes he's better off without it, until a certain girl in shorts catches his attention and refuses to let it go. Will he get past his personal issues to pursue his feelings, or will he let them consume him?

It's no secret that Gumedes have a bucket load of scandals, we know this by far but this doesn't mean that this time around things might be a little different, these are the Gumedes after all and you cant spell Gumede without their yellow boned princess and chaos in the center of It. He's a bad boy, a smooth talker and a well known Casanova with a track record for numerous panty dropping cases wherever he walks by. Every father hates him and every daughter would lay themselves out on a puddle for him. Rich, sharp, arrogant and God like looks and she despises this. No woman on this globe has been able to tame him thus far so what makes his family think that this marriage can tame him ? She's a simple girl with a distinct way around her sex life, fiercely smart and independent with a career tunnel vision. In order to come out top in her field she needs to kill every bit of femininity In her, this is a man's world after all. Both caring and soft but surprisingly vicous when push quickly turns into shove. Both with a lack of desire to commit are more alike than they realise. but will these similarities pull them closer to each other or cause an equally chaotic marriage. Will she tame him ? Will she submit to him ? Will he allow himself to surrender to one woman ? Will she allow him to dominate her ? Or... Will they let it all go down in a messy, royal , parade.

He could never be mine alone.

A Twenty something Bafokeng princess meets Thirty something Zulu prince at the alter with nothing but, regret, agony and a need to escape, will their love conquer all or will they let hate and resentment prevail in their royal love game.

BOOK 2 of His Royal Bride

She snapped her head up, ready to give him a piece of her mind but instantly wished she hadn't when their eyes met. His eyes and skin were the colour of coffee beans and his big nose protruded from his face, enhancing his full lips and the neatly trimmed stubble, framing his strong jawline. She loved that he had a clean shaven head, already imaging it between her thighs. Colour stained her rounded cheeks as she banished the thought from her head. Whoa, Kgomotso! Get a grip! He truly was beautiful, like a work of art meant to be admired for a lifetime. He oozed sex appeal, effortlessly, and for the first time since Xola, Kgomotso was mesmerized by a man and this was most interesting because Xola never aroused her like this stranger. Yes, stranger, she needed to remember that because her thoughts were already going off course. She slowly shook her head, gathering her thoughts and returned her gaze on him. She hoped he was oblivious to the effect he had on her treacherous body. "If you weren't so busy on that thing, you would've noticed me, and none of this would've happened," she said, poking at his taut chest. Her fierceness stirred something in him, something he'd long thought was dead and would never resurrect. He found it sexy that she didn't back down even though it was obvious she found him attractive. He noticed the deep yearning, which glistened in her warm-toned eyes when she blushed. He could almost imagine what she was thinking and that stirred his erection to life. He wanted her, to feel her soft skin against his, kiss the furrow between her brows and make love to her. Love? No. You're getting way ahead of yourself, buddy. The thought shook him so bad he almost jumped out of his skin.

...Till death do us part. Dlamini's story... No 2 south African (08/10/2021) No 3 South Africa. (25/11/2021) No 11 south Africa (07/10/2021)

The girl in the mirror wasn't who I wanted to be and her life wasn't the one I wanted to have.

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Words We sat on opposite sides of the room, she was asleep. I think he was exhausted, so was I,but we both didn't want to sleep. We couldn't sleep, maybe a bit scared that if we close our eyes then she will be gone. Nathan"I'll ask the nurses if they can organize a bed for you" Me" Am fine here" He didn't argue, for once he didn't try to control the situation. "You can get one for yourself" Nathan" I'll sleep next to her" For the next two days we spent waiting for her to wake up. Each day felt like a huge battle that we were losing, it felt like she was gone and maybe we both knew she was gone but we didn't want to admit it. Days turned into weeks, Nathan and I refused every suggestion the doctors made. Some days they said she was improving, would be taken to surgery then they would discover something new. It just felt like nothing was working, and our options were limited. Me" I can't stay here" He didn't answer me, I grabbed my things and went to the door. "Don't give up" He whispered, I turned around and looked at him. Me"I need to bring her toys here, I need to bring Mr Elephant, she needs her toys here." "I just need..." I bit my bottom lip fighting the tears "I'm sorry for everything" Pulling up in our drive way, my mind took me back to when Nate and I moved in here. The house has changed over the years, we have also grown up in a lot of ways. We were happy, we thought we had it all figured out and it turns out we knew nothing. I also never imagined myself here, in this house with him. Maybe subconsciously I know I don't belong here, maybe I am the reason my daughter is fighting for her life right now. My bad luck, why did I think I could be happy?. I drove back to the hospital and Nate was sleeping, I put the sandwich on the table then Mr Elephant next to Claire. Looking at them, I couldn't help but reminisce about the first time I met Nathan and how we got to this point in our lives. !