Ayla, a narcissistic social media influencer, will stop at nothing to reach 1 million followers, even if it means hurting others. Despite her struggles with an eating disorder, she pushes forward, fueled by her ambition. When her Nana urges her to visit Nigeria, Ayla reluctantly agrees despite her hate and disgust for Nigeria. She saw this as an opportunity to boost her online presence by helping poor Nigerian kids. But little does she know, the land of Afrobeat and jollof rice has its own plans for her. Amidst the chaos and the noise, she'll stumble upon a love that will shake her to her core, challenge her biases, and awaken a part of her she never knew existed. From the depths of her soul to the heights of her faith, she rose. After years of spiritual seeking and self-discovery, she found her true purpose in the world. And then, she met him, the love who would walk alongside her on her journey, and cherish her for who she had become. "Just like the yin has a drop of the yang, the yang has a drop of yin, Ayla, not everyone is perfect and you don't have to to be perfect for me." He smiled "The drop of yang signifies a bit of goodness while the drop of yin signifies a bit of evil, Sultan, I want the yang in me to spread." She's @Ayla.xx His Sultana.. Highest Ranks (So far)... Arewa: no.1 (9/8/2025) DiverseLit: no.1 (10/8/2025)

Poor Ruwaida Mahmoud had to get married to her friend's brother, Turaad, a rich sophisticated Doctor not knowing she had signed a contract to save her life! _______________________________ Her eyes tinged with tears the moment she raised her head to look at him. All the while he spent talking to her, she had her head down, staring endlessly at her hands. His words filled with a sincerity which he had shown broke her to pieces. The most she could do was smile at him. Even if she wanted to, her words wouldn't be able to make sense. She had so much to say, so much to let out, but then, her vocals refused to let her. He held both her hands and smiled back, his other hand on the small hospital bed she had laid. "You scared me Waida, I almost passed out seeing you being trolled back into the ICU you know," He said, and laughed, ducking his head low, as the way he had acted replayed in his memory. She also chortled silently, not minding the tears that refused to stop, moments like this, always left her emotional. "I did? But I'm fine now ain't I," she asked and he placed a hand on his forehead, his overdramatic wife mode had just been turned on. "Yes you're, but please don't ever do that again," he said with a stern face. "Promise me," With an absentminded look in her eyes, she nodded and gave a quick reply. "Yes Muhammad, I promise," Love_ Silentwriter ☕️

High school is a very critical part of every teenagers life and thus highly important. In high school, you make memories, mistakes, fall in love and fall out with friends. For Catherine Adams it's not different, getting a scholarship into the biggest school in the state, making friends and falling in love with an handsome dude, her life was certainly not a fairytale but she scaled through. Nigerian high schools are different from others and thus Catherine and George are about to take you on a journey of how they passed through hurdles. This a prequel, the sequel is out now on my profile. Chioma 💓

All she ever wanted was to be seen. Not the best school. Not the richest house. Just love. But what happens when those meant to protect you are the first to abandon you? She thought being Head Girl at South Park International was the dream- Secret parties. Praise. A man's love. Until one night One drink Changed everything and the only thing that ever mattered... Was taken. Not in love. Not in marriage. But unknowingly. A pregnancy no one wanted. A slap that echoed louder than her cries. A marriage she never chose. ______________________________ "You called me a disgrace... but what do you call parents who abandon their child emotionally?! What do you call a mother who only shows up to criticise? A father who's more present in the community than in his own home?!" My mum scoffed. > "So you found love in the arms of some lowlife boy? How smart, Noor. You're just like those dirty girls on the street!" Her words stung. I glared at her. > "Don't you dare call me dirty," I said. "I became who I am because you weren't who you should've been. You helped write this story." "You'll abort that bastard "That 'bastard' is my baby. And she's the only one who hasn't hurt me." I turned to my dad. "You want me to fix it by pretending it never happened? Kill a child for your dignity?" "Watch your tone!" he yelled. "No! YOU watch yours! Where were you when I was crying myself to sleep? When I begged for your attention with my silence?! I reached for the knife on the table. My mother's eyes widened. "Noor, don't!" she shouted. I held the knife to my chest. "Kill me, then. Do it. Because I'm tired of living in this prison you call home. At least if I die, I'll finally get your full attention." --------- *A Journey Through Regret is a powerful tale of neglect, rebellion, and redemption. But will regret be the end... or the beginning of her healing? . Follow my pen-this story will stay with you. Drama, twists, and a ride you won't forget. Buckle up!

Tears are a sacred link between the heart and soul. They are not the omen of weakness, but a sign of power. They speak more eloquently than thousands of tongues and speak in lengths, no other language can reach. They speak beyond the true boundaries of love and hate, for, these two are such strong words that they can melt hearts but at the same time, can initiate storms and hurricanes of destruction. ~.~.~.~ Her tears narrated stories, her lips were afraid to speak of. She begged for justice and she begged for freedom from the pain she was enduring. But lamentably, life failed at giving her all that. Could only death grant her all that she begged for? Cover by @tentimileyin 2018 Copyright © all legal rights belong to @oluwatimileyin11™ This material may not published, rewritten, copied and translated without my consent. ||81 in generalfiction||-2nd of August, 2018.

" What is Ihsan ? " "It is to worship Allah as though you see Him and if you cannot see Him, then indeed He sees you." - The Prophet Muhammad (ﷺ) ___________________ A moment in which a heart woke up again, cried of guilt yet of absolute pure love and mercy. A moment that we all need.