He bent his head and spoke into my mouth, his lips hovering over mine, but not kissing me "If you know how hard I'm trying to control myself, you wouldn't have done that". My stomach dropped and I felt a throb between my legs, I myself needed self control. ••• Aisha Abubakar , A young Ambitious lady who was married to a multi millionaire 'Bilal Muhammad Kabir' who was popularly known as Sarki(King) because of the fear and respect people had for him due to the wealth and power he acquired at his young age. Aisha was scared of commitment because of her past, while Bilal doesn't love because he believes love is a weakness and besides he only has time for his work and nothing else. See how the couples will slowly but surely fall in love.

But wait oo, how is that my business? "So we have decided that you'll marry Eberechukwu here" I think I heard wrongly "Ehhh?" I asked, my face no doubt full of surprise. "What? Daddy no. Anyone but her" Kazeem replied I was tempted to make a daddy joke when he said daddy but this isn't the time. I turned to my mum who was seriously sweating. If this was a different case, I would have laughed at her but this is a serious matter so I couldn't laugh. After a while, I began laughing. I laughed so hard that my stomach hurt. "Mummy what type of joke is this? Abeg ooo" I shook my head "It's not a joke" my mum replied with all seriousness and the reality of this dawned on me......... **************** Being forced to marry the rude and arrogant son of her mum's friend, Eberechukwu decided not to let the 'arrogant bastard' as she put it get to her or have any control over her. Follow her in this journey on how she deals with her arranged marriage.

<now avaιlaвle on oĸadaвooĸѕ> After being rejected by her high school crush, Jumoke decides to leave her past behind and focus more on being a working woman. But when fate decides to let her reunite with her long lost crush, would she let him dig out all the emotion she had kept buried in her for the past few years? * * * * "Jumoke, why are you doing this?" She asked her friend as Jumoke's eyes fixated on the laptop in front of her. "Just look at you, you have turned yourself into a workaholic, you don't even have the time to even call your best friend on her birthday. You couldn't even help in planning Dotun's surprise proposal for me" Demilade told her with watery eyes. ©January 2021 Started: 24th of January 2021 Completed: 9th of July, 2022

A young girl's life is turned upside down when she's forced to leave her comfortable home and navigate the harsh realities of the world. Will she find a way to reclaim her past or forge a new future? "I can do it," I murmured softly as he traced my ankle with his thumb. He hummed before fixing my anklet for me. "But I want to." I bit back a smile as he grabbed my heels and helped me slip them on, his hand brushing against my leg and leaving goosebumps all over my body. Book three in the (The Khalifas) series

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It all started with a phone call when Maalik was trying to reach out to a friend in Jamaica. Hearing a sweet laughter from a woman before she acknowledges the caller, she was kind enough to help him solve the issue as he was reaching out to an associate. Communicating daily since then, trust was built with their newfound friendship, and that's when he starts sending gifts. For learning of Ghana and Nigeria wasn't the only thing, as she fell in love with the stranger. Even to the point of getting proposed to over the phone on the night of her birthday. Her world comes crashing down. Who was Maalik Obi? Was he and his family safe to be around?

She knows that her love for AbdulJalal Sani is toxic. She excused her husband for intolerable things, unable to do anything about it. She's madly in love with him. "I don't like children, Zaytun. You will not ask me to try for a baby, even in the future. And if you try it without my permission, I will be very angry with you." AbdulJalal Sani said. "I can't love you or the child you are carrying." Crying is the only thing Zaytun Babakura knows how to do. Crying became her best friend. It torn her smile, ripped her heart out, wiped the light from her face, and drained the soul from her eyes. She is an empty shell in love. Is this unrequited love worth dying for?

After fifteen years of marriage, Yvonne and Baker's once-perfect love is shattered by betrayal. As Yvonne rebuilds her life and Baker confronts the choices that tore them apart, fate gives them an unexpected chance to rediscover what remains between them. A story of heartbreak, healing, and the power of second chances. 💕💕💕 Thank you all so much for your incredible support! Unfortunately, it has come to my attention that someone is plagiarizing my stories and posting them on other apps. If you come across any of these instances, please report them immediately. I want to clarify that I would never charge for these stories-they are something I genuinely enjoy sharing with you all for free 🫶🏾.

"Fuck me please. Fuck me harder." I begged. "Fuck me as if you haven't fucked me like this before. Hurt me. Hurt me more. Make me feel. Make me bleed. Please don't ever stop." In all honesty, at this point, I would tell him anything just for him to stay. He left once. And I will not make him leave this time without leaving his mark on me.. *** This is a SEQUEL to the story 'Strip'. You don't have to read Strip in order to understand this story. This has mature content, although it is not purely sexual. It contains poetry and quotations.

Have you ever wondered what it's really like living in Nigeria? I'm not talking about the fufu and egusi pandemic on TikTok -if you know, you know 😅. Nigeria is WAY more than our culture. I'm talking violence, corruption, abuse... a country where the president is asked, "Why do you want to become president?" and he says, "It's my turn." You just know that kind of madness is everywhere. This is NOT a newspaper story. This is my life, no cover-ups. I'm basically about to gossip about my life if you're ready for that, DIVE IN !!! »»-----　-----«« Not a mafia story. Not romance. 0 sex scenes. Just my real life. Chronicles of an African Child is me being 100% real about what I've been through - family drama, pressure, feeling invisible, trying to survive in a world that doesn't feel made for me, and some of my opinions Sometimes it's a bit much. But it's all true. If anything triggers you, please skip - your peace matters first 🫶 Please don't give up on me after the Intro chapter; it gets better, I promise! »»-----　-----«« Best Rankings: 🥇 #1 in memoirs (out of 775 stories) #3 in "me" (out of 27.7K stories) #4 in dispute (out of 589) #5 in opinions (out of 14.8K) #9 in introduction (out of 7.38K) - izzy 🎈❤️