"If the world had only you, it would be enough, until it wasn't" -Anwar Hussein Hakimi. "Racing the limits, until I'm no more" -Karima Aliyu Arqam. *** The closets you can get to the definition of a perfect life is probably Anwar Hakimi's life. His wife was lovely, his children adorable, and his life content. When fate catapulted Karima Aliyu into his life, he had the best plan; provide for her, and that's it. He saw her as nothing but the little sister in their family gang. Until-one stolen kiss at a time-she wasn't. *** Karima stopped expecting much from life since her father denied her cousin sister's involvement in theft, yet said it was something she could do. Her life wasn't exactly rocky, at least not materialistically. She had her siblings and her family gang, so things really weren't complicated. Until she had to marry Anwar, one of her best friend's husband, then all hell broke loose. *** This is a work of fiction, I don't push or support any ideas or opinions of the characters in the book, all pictures belong to their respective sources.

"And We have made some of you a trial for others. Will you ˹not then˺ be patient?" The first time I read this ayah in surah Furqaan, I had no idea it defined my future so clearly. ********** Hafiz Hakimi;- A 26-year-old Nigerian-American who grew up believing those who worshipped something they couldn't see were crazy motherfuckers. But it wasn't like he would go out of his way to tell them his opinion. His life was perfect, a routine of work, party, fuck, sleep, and repeat. His only source of annoyance was the woman whose vagina he popped out of, but even she was very far away from him. Life was good, everything was great. Until one fateful trip to Nigeria, his home country, set off a tornado that wrecked his mundane to pieces. Aliya Suleiman;- A 22-year-old hafiza whose only goal was to finish studying medicine, the devil's course. She only planned to get married after making her first million dollars, a feat her best friend Jasra said was impossible. She wasn't offended of course, because she never planned to get married. And if she did, it would be to someone more pious than her, mature and respectful; indulging. But then the one person she couldn't say no to begged her with tears in her eyes to marry her son. She was the woman who raised her and provided for her mother and her. There was no way she could refuse. It was the worst thing to have ever happened to both of them. A sudden downpour on an otherwise clear sunny day. He wasn't anywhere near the kind of man she imagined herself with. She was the woman raised by the person he hated the most. It was basically a recipe for disaster. She saw him as a way to repay a favour. He wanted to use her to get revenge. And as such, the stage was set and the curtains lifted. ___ ⚠️⚠️⚠️: UPDATES ON MONDAYS AND THURSDAYS ___ 🚨 This is entirely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, places, a particular culture or event; whether real or fictional, is purely coincidental.

An entanglement of betrayal, revenge, love, and supernatural war: Mirajane; the dusk princess and sole white wolf of the werewolf world. ...... When betrayal comes from the ones closest to you, it brings the most excruciating and heartbreaking pain. A family that was torn apart due to one person's selfish and twisted desires. A regicide that went unknown to the entire empire. A churning mess of questions and confusion that grew ever larger. The solemn quiet from the neighbouring empires. Constant threats and pain reaffirmed that the most unimaginable situation was indeed true. Unable to sit still and with a burning desire to reclaim their throne, the eldest princess of the eastern Camavanian empire, Mirajane II, was sent out to gather allies. And on her way to fulfill her task, she met him; her mate. The Alpha of the strongest individual pack in the empire --------------- Right before they disappeared, Mirajane took one last look at Cullen. Her eyes revealed her sentiments, a slight...reluctance even she wasn't aware was there. Deep inside, she wished it didn't have to come to this, he was after all once her dear uncle who spoiled her. But the moment she turned away, she left everything behind. Her sentiments, reluctance, and those memories. From then onwards, the two of them were walking different paths, they were irreconcilable. ********** This is entirely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, whether alive or dead, places, a particular culture, or an event, whether real or fictional is purely coincidental. ********** All media used to belong to their respective sources.