"You're my hero, Superwoman," he said, his voice rough like gravel - like he wasn't used to saying anything soft. I smiled, his gaze steady as I tied the last strip of the bandage around his shoulder. "How come my superpowers don't work on you and me?" I asked, quietly, like it wasn't already eating me alive. He didn't flinch. "Maybe they don't work on people who already belong to you." His callused hand brushed my cheek. My chest ached. "Sukhala mama, ungowami wena." And the tears came. Because I'd asked him to fake love me. And now I didn't know where the lie ended and the truth began. He said "mama." inqondo yagoloza,intliziyo yavuma. (my brain said no, but my heart said yes) Ngewami Mamba is a force-an award-winning gynecologist, tech mogul, and humanitarian with a passport full of stamps and a bank account in pounds, not rands. She's the woman every man wants and every woman envies. But when her younger sister announces an unexpected engagement, Ngewami's perfectly curated world tilts off its axis. She was supposed to be first. The wife. The bride. The standard. Now, with the spotlight slipping and her ego bruised, Ngewami will stop at nothing to beat her sister to the altar-even if it means faking a relationship with the one kind of man she's always sworn off: A Zulu man. Sharp-tongued, emotionally armored, and unapologetically ambitious, Ngewami isn't looking for love-she's looking for a win. But love has a twisted sense of humor. And it just might be written in bold, bloody Zulu.

Love had a way of coming at you unannounced, imagine having your car stranded on the road, and when you pray asking for for help, He sends you a man? But what can we say , God knows best.🤷‍♀️ See how a Zulu man and a stubborn independent Swati girl try to navigate this life thing together. ⚠️Contains mature themes and language.

She's lying peacefully on my chest, holding on to my new leather jacket while I walk us up the campus steps and into the staff closet. Relax, I only have the keys because I'm friends with one of the department cleaners. I'm not much of a socialite so I spend my lunch breaks in here rather then the canteen like regular students. I lay her down on the only cushioned sofa that could fit into this tiny room. With my parents being social workers, home is far too crowded with people in need of help that I prefer sleeping in this place sometimes. There aren't any windows so she should feel safe. I close us in and wait until she gains conscious. Her eyes blink as I look into them, she mumbles a few words and after what seems like years, she speaks "where am I? What is this?" I say nothing but stare, I can't help it. She seems to recall what took place a few minutes ago when she decides to speak, "thank you and I'm sorry for taking your money". #Mustread #SA #Africanwriters Author: Asanda Khathi Happy reading!???

This story is about a married woman who is happily married with her husband however things take a turn and the husband passes away and the woman is now "forced" to marry his older brother who has never liked her

Some believe that you can rewrite history, but for Liyana Mdlalose, she would rather burn the entire book that has her past in it and start afresh, where no one will ever know what it is that she had to endure but can she really run from her past even when parts of it refuse to let her move on?

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After Yondela is betrayed by her husband she takes this as a opportunity to prove that she is more than just a pretty face Ps: the pictures used in this book are not mine and I give full credit to the respective owner.

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"Don't get on my nerves beautiful. Tell me what the fuck did you see in the bathroom?" Thabiso yelled. "Nothing. I swear I saw nothing." Rita was hysterically crying. Tonight was supposed to be a birthday celebration but now she was being interrogated by criminals about what she saw in the bathroom before a man's brains were blown out. "I am losing my patience my angel. What did you see?" Thabiso asked getting closer and unholstering his gun. "Please, I saw nothing." Rita cried harder. "You are fucking lying princess." Thabiso said putting the gun to her temple. "No,please." Rita begged. "Three, two..." Thabiso started his countdown. "She had a tattoo of a clown on her hand!" Rita yelled the name she heard as a last attempt of remaining alive. "Not possible." Thabiso said with such hurt in his voice. She couldn't be right. There is no way she was right about who shot his cousin because if she was right there would be a fucking war.

Azalea saves a man without knowing who he is. Now she has to come to terms with how her life takes a huge turn.