I live in a pretty screwed up world. I mean, we all do, but mine's a little more screwed up than your average American city. First off, I have that cliché sort of crush on my best friend. The second part of that cliché is that he's interested in every other girl but me. Second, we have superheroes. A lot of them. Flying everywhere like annoying insects, teleporting like it doesn't scare the crap out of the rest of us, defeating bad guys like they're the new Mr. Incredible. The whole works. The third thing is, I'm one of those superheroes. My name is Kiera Knight, but the rest of the world knows me as Shadow. _________________________ Kiera Knight has been saving Cryptic City from her nemesis, Blaze, for two years now. As soon as she thinks she's got him under control, the wildfire spreads chaos through both of her lives-as Shadow and Kiera. But she soon finds out that masks can't hide every secret, and she might have been helping guard a secret that could put Cryptic City in ruins. "I hate supervillains. But after being a superhero, I think I'd prefer to be a supervillain now." _________________________ (I seriously didn't even think of Keira Knightley when I made up her name. Just thought I'd let you know.)

"Why the hell would I want to marry you?!"I snapped "Well I don't wanna marry you either! but we don't have much of a choice now do we?"he spat,his jaw clenched When Abba tells you you're getting married to that cousin you never really liked, but you don't have a choice. And " I never wanted to marry you" turns to "I'm so lucky to have you"

Have you ever loved something to the extent that you could lie blatantly about it? In Jalilah's case, she had. She had loved ballet since she was a little girl, but being born from a northern Nigerian family, she had never got to be the ballerina she had always dreamed of. Did she let go of that dream? No, because she would lie for the sake of ballet, she would lie about being married so her mother could let her leave! Yazeed had never been choked up in a mess like this, but he had no choice but to stay mute and watch the drama unfold before his eyes. How would you feel to have a girl lie to her mother about you being her husband right before your eyes? They left, and she got what she had always been dreaming of. She knew she would love him someday, but she had never seen that day to be this close. What would she do? After knowing that their days together were numbered, she had to find another lie to tell her mother for them to find their separate ways. It got to the point that she couldn't pretend anymore, and she asked him the question. "Can I be your Mrs?" Yazeed had heard that question more than he cared to count, but she had never gotten an answer from him. Would he say yes and make her his lawful Mrs without her past life poking up? Or he would say no and live with the regret of not having her in his life? Which would be a topping to his already grieving soul.

Ducking away, she ran out of Hajia's living room with a loving smile on her lips. She banged her head on a broad chest that gave her a souvenir of a scent, just as juicy as her husband's. She knew he was the one, her Twin kept to his words. Not looking up to his face, she wrapped her hands around his waist and nuzzled her face deep into his chest, chuckling. "I missed you so much, Hassan. I was just moving in that kitchen fah, but your thoughts were a second away from making me crazy!" She lifted up her legs and planted a smooch on his left cheek. Roughly, she was peeled off his chest and a certain longing of his warmth seeped within her. That was bad. What happened to him? He left looking all loving, had she done something wrong? She looked into his eye level, lifting her face completely because of their height different. This is her husband, but why the hard face and the frown? Is this a frank? He didn't missed her? Or was he pulling her legs? Nadia's thoughts were put into a halt when he opened his mouth, he sounded exactly as her husband would, just the words differed. "I'm Hussain!" It was her husband's twin! Not even a single mark was there on their faces to help her differ between the cheerful Hassan and a grumpy Hussain. She felt her limbs gone weak as he walked past her. • What would happen when Nadia keeps mistaking her husband for her Husband's twin? I'm loving this much! I'm sure you would too!

Annabella has had a rough life. From surviving brutal beatings from her so called 'parents' to becoming a well known person on the streets. Oh. And she was kidnapped when she was a newborn. Fast forward 16 years and she is tired of the abuse. She calls up one of her friends and moves to Italy. What happens when she runs into the school bad boys? Or when they turn out to be her brothers? Follow Anna on her journey that will have ups and downs but that's family for you. Will everything she tried to keep in the shadows bring her family closer together or tear them apart? cover by @mebarrioss 𒊹︎Started:June 1,2020 𒊹︎Completed:June 25, 2021

All my life, I've been stuck in the Military, serving in the army and making sure justice is served. I've met many men there, but never in my life did I imagine I would meet someone as rude and arrogant as prince Haidar Jega! A man who I was given to by the army to be his bodyguard. Indeed, being his bodyguard came with qualms and heartache. I never expected myself, a dangerous female bodyguard to fall in love with a man like Haidar Jega. But, is the love worth chasing? Is it worth bringing back the treacherous happenings of my past?

Avani, a princess from the lands of the south; beloved and cherished by her people, hated and abused by her family. Despite having the finest dresses, sharpest knowledge, and incomparable beauty, all she yearns for is love. Nathaniel, the king of the northern land. His people love him more than anything, praising his leadership, bravery, and generosity. Everything he does is for the betterment of his people and kingdom. Other king's fear him, being his enemy is practically self destruction. When a proposal reaches to him from the southern King, his enemy, he already knew his answer. The strengths of both Kingdoms increase and have each other's back instead of being foes, in exchange for the marriage of Princess Avani and King Nathaniel. Thrown into a forced marriage, where cultures are intertwined, sacrifices are made, friendships are formed, and love blossoms. Will the Princess of the South and King of the North finally have their happy ending? *Edited Chapter updates every Friday #1 in Historical Romance 05/25/21 #3 in Historical #2 in Proposal 11/29/20 #1 in Mature Themes 01/07/21 #2in Hatred #2 in Kingdom #2 in Forced Marriage 01/03/21 #1 in Royalty 02/14/2021 #18 in husband and wife #2 in arranged marriage 02/21/21 #5 in drama 05/17/21

"So you don't care if I spend the rest of my life jumping from one girl's bed to another?" he asked turning to me. I looked at him, feeling the tears wanting to fall down my cheeks but I swallowed them down. "Of course not, you mean a lot to me. You're like my brother. I would want to see you settle down with a girl when the time comes" "Brother... there's that word" he whispered bitterly. "What's wrong with the word?" "Is that all I'll ever be to you? A brother" he spat out the word like it was a disease. I shrugged. "Is it too bad that I actually want to be more Najma?" ************************** It's finally Summer and Najma Barde is more than happy to be back home, planning on having a peaceful holiday... cue in members of the Arewa Heartbreakers Association and a school enemy... this summer was going to be anything but peaceful.

He needed help She helped him He needed guidance She guided Him He needed love She loved him He was lost She found him She was broken He mended her She cried He wiped her tears She was in pain He was her cure She was lost He found her ......................

THIS BOOK IS NOW A PREVIEW It wasn't the color of his eyes, or how they were hooded and look almost half asleep, everything took on life as long as she stared into his eyes. It was what she saw in them, what he made her see, how he looked at her, there was not a single stare of his that hadn't plunged her more in love with him, with his eyes he made her feel loved, he reprimanded her with them and he made her toes curl under her feet. All the deep, dark twisted side of him became opened to her, through his eyes, at his expressive best, or when they shifted to conceal a pain that he was sure revealing that would cause her pain. His Hazels. *** If Being Bilaal's wife came with a price, it was a tag worth every cent, every pain and sacrifice she'd made all her life..