To read the Completed book: Go to Okadabooks https://okadabooks.com/user/FareedaHaruna "That is my condition. I've had it imprinted in the journal already. There is nothing you can do about it" Sarki Abusadiq said gritting his teeth. It's not like he asked Yarima to slit his wrist. He was making a big deal out of nothing and it was irritating. "Of all the conditions you could attach to me, you chose her? When you know I had someone all this while. She's not even Royal" he stated clenching his fists. He couldn't beat up his father of course. It just gave him an inner strength. "You know how this goes. My father gave me a condition, so did his father, and the father after that one. That's how it works. It's either this, or Azeem takes the throne." Sarki Abusadiq said adjusting his turban. The dresser made the turban too sketchy today. He ought to get rid of it before he gets a headache. "I've done everything you've ever asked of me. I've never disrespected you. I've never done anything stupid or wrong like Azeem. Why are you doing this to me father?" he asked trying to see if a little sadness could weaken his father's choice of condition. "Young man! Man up. You're a King! Sacrifices are meant to be made. Go out. I need to rest before the council comes. Choose wisely " Sarki Abusadiq said shooing his eldest son. Yarima left the throne room with slumped shoulders. This was something he never thought would happen. How could his father do this. Well he will make a choice! A choice that would surely work in his favor!

To read the completed book: Go to Okadabooks. https://okadabooks.com/user/FareedaHaruna "There's no point crying over spilled milk" a popular adage which is encrypted in most of our daily activities. At the age of 10, she was already betrothed to Mallam sanusi, younger brother to the village chief. His rotten kolanut designed mouth was all she saw when her mother disclosed that information. Being a strong headed child, she's always been, had she packed up her clothes in a silk headtie, she hit the road at midnight when every family member of hers was asleep. Had she known what she was getting herself into, she would never have left home. Had she known the hell she'll pass through, she would have happily married Mallam sanusi. Had she known the hardship she'll have to endure, she would have danced her way to Mallam sanusi's home. Had she known the dangers she'll encounter, his rotten kolanut designed mouth, would have been the least of her worries! But she's left home already, she has to survive. It's her only option.

For the completed version of this book, please visit Okadabooks. https://okadabooks.com/user/FareedaHaruna When he realized he was different from his family, he decided he would be different all through. He had his wall securing his dear heart not wanting anyone to thaw it. What happens when a village girl comes unraveling him? What happens when he starts falling head over heels in love? How does he push her away so his wall stands tall? This village girl also has a burden. A burden which will shock her to the core. A burden which she knows nothing about. Will they be able to stand tall through it all?

Monsters are everywhere! Not all monsters likely have fangs, claws, horns, scales, spiky tales and fiery eyes. Not all monsters growl, howl, snarl, hiss and crawl. Not all monsters are gory, ferocious and vicious. Not all monsters lurk in the dark, move at night, live in the woods, feed on human flesh and blood and of course not all monsters live in our dreams! Some monsters live amongst us, wear human skin, walk during the day, eat and sleep with us, possess an extremely beautiful exterior, coated with the perfect smile to put us at ease. Some monsters don't wait lurking the dark waiting to ambush us, but they patiently allow us get used to them before they strike. When they're so sure we've gotten so used to them that we open our hearts and homes to them. Monsters are indeed everywhere, lurking around in broad daylight looking for a victims to devour.

A story of a Northern girl who safe the difficulty of life while growing up

Newton's third law states that; Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. Once you've decided to act, you must also brace yourself for the consequences. So must Halima.

Two sisters given birth But separated Find out more in the novel!!!

My twin... Asmau and husna are very identical twins that even their parents can't differentiate them. They are the daughters of general omar faruk, the chief of army staff. Asmau is the total opposite of husna. Husna is a very nice, religious and obedient girl while Asmau is the total opposite of her being the naughty, shameless and disrespectful girl. Surprisingly, Asmau got married first, she got married to a very wealthy and handsome man, "mahbub" Though their only difference is their behavior, mahbub still chose Asmau over husna because he wanted her to be responsible and stop being naughty and he loves her too. As they were happily married, Asmau met with her long lost boyfriend, she loved him to the extent that when he left her she had to spend 1 week on the hospital bed. From the moment her boyfriend came back to her life, everything crushed down and she had to put her twin sister husna into a huge problem. Follow me as I tell you the story of husna and Asmau.....

This is a story about Nana,a naive fifteen years old girl who's dream is to be successful and to marry the man of her dreams.. She face through the hardship life put her through,she is a victim of rape,rejection and assault. she is first child of her parents,she is left with five siblings to care and cater for after her parents died will she succumb lets all find out.....

My name is Nala Khalif, the daughter of the head district of Heliwa district, which is among the authoritatively districts of Mogadishu castle in the southeastern Somalia. I'm known to be Amiirad Nala, the first daughter and most beloved to Boqor Khalif. I used to pity how my maid Sahra, lives her life as a slave and be contented with that. Only if I know what life has in store for me. The prones I were to perch on. The Mogadishu castle was known to be the white pearl of the indian ocean. Could it be realized anymore? When all is left would be a BURNT CASTLE. Would you give your girl the chance? It's Ayshatou! You all know I love heart breaks! Well; this has more than just the word "Heart break."