A nigerian story of a girl who gave up her dreams, her ambitions to follow another path, to save the man she loves. Maya is a Nigerian/Omani and a Hausa/arab girl based in nigeria with her father a two times minister of Finance, a junior sister named Thahani. Follow the story of Maya, and see how sacrifice leads to being disown, trusts turns into betrayal, Love turns into hatred, blood denies blood, the accuse turns innocent, and forgiveness cause of vengance all this happening with time and days given by faith. This story has alot to the with the Law and court, so some of the parts are work of fiction and are not at all done in the law system of nigeria.

"Kiyi Hakuri," he began, his voice soft and soothing. "Whatever befalls a person is by Allah's will. Destiny is predetermined, and no one can escape their fate. This, Tasnim, is yours." Abbu's pause hung heavy with emotion before he continued, "I want you to accept this with an open mind and heart. And, my dear, I am truly sorry." Tasnim's fingers intertwined, her knuckles whitening as she struggled to process her father's words. Tasnim's lips trembled as she sensed the shift in the air. Trepidation siphons through her being. Why is her father apologizing to her. Is it because he had married Fadila off to the man that broke her heart or what. If it's that she believes he doesn't need to apologize. She has given up. It has become too late for her, there is nothing she can do now but to be patient and accept her qadr.... ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Read and find out

Tasnim entered the room with a gentle 'Salam', but the silence was deafening. The pungent smell of cigar smoke assaulted her nostrils, making her wrinkle her nose in distaste. Where was it coming from? She hesitated, tempted to retreat to the kitchen, but the open balcony door drew her attention. Curiosity propelled her forward. She approached the door, intending to close it, assuming the smell originated from outside. But what she saw froze her in place. Her gaze locked onto the scene before her, confusion etched on her face. Disbelief clouded her mind, thoughts racing in disjointed fragments. What is happening? When? Why? How? The questions swirled, refusing to merge into a rational thought. Tasnim's eyes remained fixed, her body immobile, as if time itself had paused.

"The Secret That Defines Us": In the shadows of mortality, a desperate mother's plea seals the fate of two strangers. Seventeen-year-old Halimatu-Sadiya's life is forever altered when she's bound in marriage to the enigmatic Dr. Nouman, a 30-year-old crown prince. The union, orchestrated on her mother's deathbed, sets off a catastrophic chain reaction that shatters the very foundations of their existence. As they navigate the labyrinthine complexities of their forced matrimony, the chasm between them seems insurmountable. The weight of their differences - age, social status, and a mutual disdain - threatens to suffocate them. Yet, amidst the turmoil, a glimmer of friendship flickers to life, kindling a spark that will eventually ignite into a fierce passion. And then, the unthinkable happens. A long-buried truth, hidden in the shadows of their families' past, is finally unearthed. The shocking revelation will shatter every preconceived notion they've held about themselves, their love, and the very fabric of their destiny. Will the secrets that define them be their salvation or their undoing? Dive into the heart-wrenching, thought-provoking world of "The Secret That Defines Us", where the lines between love, family, and identity are blurred, and the true meaning of devotion is put to the ultimate test. Complete book selar, to grab on click on the link below or the one on my profile. https://selar.com/247977s552

"What are you doing here" She questions eyeing him while walking towards her closet to pull off the clothes from the party. The prince is sitted on the bed, fingers fisting the sheets as he stares at her his Adam's apple bobbing from each ragged breath. "I'm here for you" He states his voice raspy. stunned she turns around so fast she stumbles "Here for me" the laugh that escapes her is unintentional. "Excuse me your highness but please get out" Now with a slightly colder voice she tells him trying to be polite. He freezes, eyes darkening at her words before wetting his lips "I'm not going anywhere, now come here. I want you" He says eyes fixed on her and she lets out a breath her glare begining to form. "No" The word escapes her as she turns to walk into the closet. "I'm here as your husband" The prince mutters and she freezes, her own fingers tightening over the silk dress she has on before she whips her head to stare at him. when her family would visit the palace she'd always leave with one name and that is 'His wife' with whispers within and outside the palace crawling over her as they refered to her as the 'Prince's wife' 'Judge's wife' but she'd brushed it all aside deciding it was best to address such issues when they are about to happen and unknown to her it came sooner than later. Their wedding was set to take place in a few days and she felt only calm towards it only for her to wait...wait and be told he's getting married to another and that she's out of the equation. Broken, confused and cold is what she feels but she lets it all go thinking maybe they were never meant to be. what happens a few years later when she's summoned home by her father, she introduces her man only to get rejected and this time she's told she'll marry the prince as his 'Second' wife his Second choice and this is where she catches on fire after all 'What remains of them'. Will she marry the prince. Not when he's one hell of a mad man. Them

Aya Book One of the Shettima Series Dive into the life of Aya Usman Aliyu Shettima. If you think you can handle her story... read on and find out ;) Trigger warning ⚠️ this book hurts. And it doesn't just hurt a little it cuts deep.

The air smelled faintly of oud and cold leather. Madina's heart was racing as she ended her furious call. She shoved her phone into her bag, muttering under her breath. She'd just hid into this car to save herself and it's all because of that man. Madina: "When I finally meet that man, I'll strangle him with his own tie." (she exhales sharply) "Who does he think he is-God?" A low chuckle came from the seat beside her. Deep, smooth. Dangerous. Muhammad Turad who has been studying her replies which stuns her"You might want to choose a softer form of negotiation, Miss." his tone is calm and teasing "Strangling governors tends to make headlines." She wants to strangle him Her breath caught. She turned slowly, eyes meeting his-dark, unreadable, but too alive to ignore. Madina: "You-You were here the whole time?" Turad: "My car. My silence. Your words." In the glimmering heart of Abuja, Madina Gambo fights her way through the storm of politics, family expectations, and self-worth. As a senator's aide, she has learned to stand tall among men who believe power belongs only to them. Hidden behind walls of power and shadows, Muhammed Turad Muhammed I. After surviving a near-fatal accident, he returns to Abuja determined to find the woman who once appeared in his path-a woman whose presence haunts him like a promise. Madina, however, is too busy being infuriated. Her every attempt to meet the elusive His Excellency fails. Her family mocks her ambitions, her uncle poisons every dinner with scorn, and her grandfather-the only light in her chaos-reminds her that patience always wins. But patience isn't her strength. Until one night, fate catches them both off guard

Janan Muhammad is a bold, stylish fashion student in Abuja with zero interest in marriage especially not to a cold, unreadable CEO she's never met. But when her family announces her sudden engagement to Ahmad Rasheed, the powerful and dangerously handsome billionaire her parents have admired for years, Janan's life is flipped upside down. She's not ready to be anyone's wife. He's not interested in love. But what happens when two stubborn hearts are forced under the same roof... with expectations, secrets, and slow-burning tension neither of them saw coming?..

"Breathe Malaki" Azev whispers, his breath fanning against her face. He inhales Everytime she exhales as he attempts to steal every breath of hers. "Z...Zev" Her chest rises and falls, her breathing coming out short. The hand trailing up her thigh makes it impossible for her to think properly. Azev stares at her, his gaze boring into her his gaze narrowed and grey orbs growing darker. "You get married to him sweetheart, I'll set everything and everyone ablaze. I'm sure you know how much of a lunatic I am for you" He whispers, his words accompanied by his skimming fingers. Going to Monaco to attend a business meeting on behalf of her father was the plan. But she leaves there with the scent of a mysterious and rugged man from a one night stand, and her Anklet as payment. Kiara is the daughter of a wealthy family, coming from one who is protective and extremely strict her perfect life comes tumbling after a one nightstand especially when he starts chasing her. The man screams danger everywhere he goes with an air that makes it hard to breathe and now he has set his eyes on a woman. His. Malaki. Azev Zaviyar Al Jazzi, A crown prince and wealthy billionaire refuses to let go of the woman he spent one night with even when forces are against them. What starts as an obsession might just be more. Flustered and red from being stared at she moves her hips, her movements hesitant and unsure. The fast rising of his chest and the way his gaze refuses to move from her tells her just how affected he is

#Book 2 In The Legacy Series. Her Commander is a high-stakes, enemies-to-lovers story that follows Officer Fatima Tariq Darwish, a fearless, rule-breaking cop, and Commander Ayzan Khalid Omari, a stoic, no-nonsense SWAT leader. __ She was never meant to survive him. He was never meant to feel anything at all. In the unforgiving world of Nigeria's elite SWAT force, rules are law-and Commander Muhammad Ayzan Omari is the law. Feared, respected, and emotionally unreachable, Ayzan leads with ruthless precision. No one dares challenge him-until Officer Fatima Darwish lands in his unit like a loaded gun with no safety. Hot-tempered. Scarred. Defiant. Fatima doesn't just break rules-she dares authority to break her. Transferred after punching her corrupt superior, she's trapped between the chaos of her home life and the cold war brewing between her and her commander. What starts as brutal training and psychological warfare spirals into something neither of them planned-a twisted, magnetic pull between two people who should never touch, trust, or want each other. He tests her limits. She pushes his buttons. And somewhere between discipline and destruction, control begins to crack. This isn't a romance. It's obsession in uniform. A love story born in gunfire, silence, and stolen glances. And in this world? Love doesn't save you. It exposes you. As missions turn deadlier and secrets unravel, Fatima must decide: will she run from the man who terrifies her-or trust the only person who's ever seen through her armor?