On the day she got to know about him, Ayra Leilani Abdulaziz realised she wanted nothing more from the world than to be Ibrahim Fahad's wife. Years later, her dreams are coming true and she's in the one place she'd dreamt of all along: right by his side with his surname as hers. Unlike the sunshine and rainbows she'd imagined, Ayra's forced to learn that being Mrs Fahad is nothing like her fantasies as the picture perfect position is nothing but an illusion, concealing ugly cracks in seemingly perfect portraits, intelligently crafted lies, deceitful masks, and betrayals that come in the worst of ways. Once all is unveiled and up in flames, and there's no way to turn back, what then happens when everything becomes too little and too late...?

The first time they met, Ayman Hakeem Bellow knew there was more to the woman named Ayra Leilani Abdulaziz but there were boundaries he knew better than to cross. While he knew they would see each other more often with his cousin courting her best friend, the last thing Ayman expected was for them to meet under different conditions; as employer and employee in a brand he's built from scratch with his cousin, Aneesa. Following her divorce from Ibrahim Fahad, all Ayra Leilani Abdulaziz wants is to find herself and get her life back on track for her sake and for the sake of those she loves just so they no longer have a reason to worriedly fuss over her. The last thing she expects is for her boss to turn out to be Ayman Hakeem Bello; the same man who'd left an impression when she visited the UK, and the very cousin of the man her best friend is courting. Their friendship is a natural occurrence with how interwoven their lives become and they tell themselves that's all it'll ever be. After all, they've both taken shots at love and they both ended up with broken hearts. However, love sometimes blooms when and where you least expect it to, and Ayman and Ayra are about to learn that sometimes, falling in love again is better done late than never...

The Final Book in The Dantata Series. Ahmed Shehu's heart is beaten and bruised, thanks to the woman he loved and was certain he'd spend the rest of his life with. Now his focus are on his three kids who are to stay comfortable and unaffected despite the chaos their mother has left behind. Suraiya Boukar Shehu has a lot of love to give and a background story she doesn't tell often. She's in Abuja for one reason; to take care of Ahmed Shehu's kids. Nothing else. The rule is simple. Ahmed and Suraiya won't stay as strangers but they won't be best friends. After all, they do have to work together to provide the very best for the kids. However, some rules are meant to be broken and in the most beautiful ways. When walls slowly come down and a cordial friendship blooms into something more, it isn't long before Suraiya and Ahmed are forced to make a decision; to come up with a solution to keep them together or to go their separate ways, forever... [P.S: Some love stories are majorly fluffy from start to finish. This is one of them.]

When Mohammed Dangote and Mariya Dantata met, the questions people asked were if and when they'd ever get together. From stolen glances and hidden smiles to nervous confessions and bashful laughter, theirs was a love story that bloomed in the most beautiful but heart-wrenching ways; a love that gave as much as it took. Years later, their son - Nasir Mohammed Dangote - is finding love of his own in the eyes of Atika Dambatta. Intrigued and drawn towards her by a force he can't quite explain, Nasir decides to follow his heart. Their first proper meeting in her parents' living room makes two things clear to him; that he has found the woman he wants to marry, and he's never been readier to settle down, as long as she's the woman by his side. Together, they build a family with the faith that life would only get better. However, just as life had different plans for Mohammed and Mariya, fate has much in store for Nasir and Atika, and they would have to learn that sometimes life throws the most unplanned events at you; not to necessarily break you, but to make you so much better than you would have ever dreamed. (P.S. This is a love story spread across generations. It is just not the straightforward one you are expecting)

Book three in the Dantata Series. Hauwa Sufyan had it all planned out: get her sister married to the love of her life, slay with the dresses she spent more than she ever had on, and have fun with the guests present. The last thing she expected even after joking with her best friend about finding a man to settle with was for fate to come knocking. Instead of coming with one man, it brought two. On one end is Mahmud Muhammad, an introverted neurosurgeon who never pays much attention to anything outside his career and his family until Hauwa comes along. On the other end is Mas'ood Dantata, an extroverted certified chef with a blooming career, a soft spot for family and a surprising dislike for anything chocolate. Forever can only be spent with one person and when faced with two men who are perfect in their own ways, Hauwa learns that fate can be cruel and that picking one over the other is easier said than done. [P.S: Not all love stories are fluffy from start to finish. This is one of them.]

Copyright© 2023 All rights reserved. Lightning bolts pierced the firmament, a trio of brilliant jagged streaks accompanied by a series of cracks that sounded like shattering glass outside like his emotions. "Become addicted to me. Crave me. Let me be your drug. Poison or wine." She murmured in a sonorous tone, voice dulcet. "In your dreams." Mariam Abdou Baldè grew up in the slums with nothing but three articles of clothing to sheathe her. She's always adored palatial posh life, anything that has to do with extravagance, she is there. Her life changed after bumping into a lady. She got introduced to the life of hooking, harlotry, whoring and whatnot? It was the easiest way to feed her greed for ritz and opulence. She knew it was wrong, her mother's sacrilege trailing behind her along with thousand others from the society. She never gave a fuck. It came crashing down when she beheld Abbas Bāmanga Tukur. Was it love at first sight? Because she became infatuated with him merged with several sleepless nights until she found out who he was. Not bothered about his pending marriage in a few days and the fact that he is below her tier, she coerced herself into his life as his wife. How? That's a story for another day but she got married to him in place of his other loving fiancée whom he loves like his life. A marriage filled with mistrust, unrequited love, endless violent fights; mornings, afternoons and evenings. Will she be able to get Abbas to fall in love with her after forcing herself into his arms? What will happen when he finds out who she really is and what business she is into? Join the ride, poisons! It's gonna be a hell of a ride in this winery.

Copyright© 2022. All rights reserved. Two people forced to live under the same roof in the name of something called 'conjugation' a sacred relationship that is supposed to be filled with love, tolerance, patience, consideration, listening and respect but in this situation, it is the total opposite of what a marriage encompasses. Theirs is filled with castigation, intolerance, cowardice and heedlessness. Merged with dramatic in-laws, the family is turned upside down. Although she couldn't see his face, she sensed a change in the atmosphere... the fierce will of a warrior in battle, the urge to conquer and dominate. Aware of his violence barely kept in check, Layla remained very still. She kept her face turned away and listened to his breathing, until the deepening movements of his lungs became calm once more. Not at all moved of scared, she lifted a mocking brow and jeered. "Go to hell, Captain!"

Copyright© 2021. All rights reserved. The trees swayed ominously, their interwoven limbs resembling outstretched arms beneath the ethereal ghost moon. Growls emanated from the darkness, just as she had suspected. The fierce wind lashed at the hood of her raven hoodie, wrenching it from its ties, leaving her vulnerable to the freezing winter assault. Fear surged, each breath creating a visible fog. Her heart pounded in her chest, but she refused to give in. She had come too far to let fear overcome her. Summoning every ounce of strength, she sprinted down the dark, unknown path, urging her feet to carry her to a mysterious and enigmatic destination. She would not remain tethered to the stranger her father had forced her to marry while she had been fighting for her life in a hospital bed. How could he have done such a thing to her? Her hatred for him intensified tenfold... The relentless pursuit abruptly halted, her voice releasing a high-pitched yelp at the unexpected sight. Before her stood her rejuvenated nightmare, her husband. She was not the least bit frightened, but the man had pledged to her father that he would stay married to her for eternity. "Seems like we're destined to be shrouded in this ominous darkness," he grinned, his smile dripping with menace, sending shivers down her spine. The desperate words she willed her mind to say failed to escape. Her retort of "Whatever, Police Officer" deserted her.

Copyright © 2022. All Rights Reserved. Aisha Nasir doesn't want much in life. She has loving parents, a dream job, and the most supportive--yet overly dramatic best friend. Not to mention, family members that do not understand the concept of minding their business. At work, she's the perfect doctor. At home, she's the adoptive child her extended family detest. And in the middle of the night, she's trapped in nightmares from her past which she can't seem to escape. When they recieve a VIP guest at work, she fully intends to stay clear of his path. That seemed to backfire when a certain man in the name of Dr. Aslam Muhammad choose to appear in her life that very moment. By Ferdeausee_

Copyright© 2019. All rights reserved. "I never thought I would say this to anyone, but I want you to use me, exploit me in every possible way, Mami. Use my shoulders to cry on and my arms to be hugged, my body to receive warmth, my chest to keep your head on and badge it with your make-up, my heartbeats and breathings to lull you to sleep, my hair to tug and play with, my eyes to lose yourself in, my accent to swoon over, my insensate jokes to laugh and giggle, my kisses to make you feel loved, enhance your confidence and make you feel perfect and my touches to take away your insecurities and vulnerabilities. You, mami, are the best person to ever grace this universe. Use me as your sun, moon, stars, night, day, everything and anything you want. Use me anytime but don't shut me out like you did for the past week, I can't deal with that. By Allah, it takes away my sanity and reason to live. Tell me please..." Zayn Borkan, makes her feel as though, perfection is real for whatever she does, is right to him. Even when her breathing pace changes, his heart spiked up in worry. There is nothing more important than Nana Aisha to Zayn and there never will. She is just too perfect and pure, also the most beautiful person to grace the earth for him. "I wish I could hold your heart, Cradle it gently in my hands. My arms are not strong enough, To hold what is not meant for it. My eyes have seen a lot of things, And I thought I'd seen them all. But the way your smile ignites my own, Makes me think there's so much more to see. This walls around this heart of mine, Have stood, collecting dust. But it's as though you've found the gate, That leads right to my trust. I've liked my name before but not anymore, But on your lips, it's heart warming. And your voice is my new favorite song, That's forever on repeat. But even though I feel this, I can never let you see. Because you deserve a whole lot more, Than a broken soul like me." No plagiarizing of this book! Aishatu