Dana a passé sa vie à fuir sans savoir pourquoi. Un passé effacé, une tante assassinée, et des questions sans réponses qui la hantent jusque dans ses rêves. Sa quête de vérité la mène dans un monde qu'elle n'aurait jamais dû connaître - celui de James, héritier froid et redouté du plus grand trafiquant d'armes du Mexique. Lui, a enterré son cœur sous des mensonges et des dettes de sang. Elle, veut déterrer le sien au nom de la justice. Il devait la protéger. Il a fini par la désirer. Entre eux, tout brûle : la haine, la peur, l'attirance. Et dans ce monde où chaque regard peut tuer, l'amour devient la faute la plus mortelle. Mais entre eux, la frontière entre la haine et le désir devient dangereusement floue. Dans l'ombre des armes, des secrets et des trahisons, ils vont découvrir que l'amour peut être la plus belle des vérités... ou la pire des condamnations. Elle a pris son cœur. Il lui a donné son âme. Cette histoire est entièrement réservé à un public averti. Insta: ticia.mmj Tiktok:Ticia_MMJ

Ameera Manga would rather analyze emotions than fall helplessly into them. Warm, magnetic, and effortlessly adored, she lights up every room she enters. Her future is neatly planned, until her final year throws her into chaos with someone she never expected. Zayyan Dikko is her opposite: controlled, precise, and private. Life to him is strategy. His career is on track, his reputation flawless, and his American girlfriend is expecting a proposal. But their parents have a different vision. They insist Ameera and Zayyan get to know each other. Neither wants the arrangement. Both love someone else. So they make a deal: Pretend to fall. Convince everyone. Then walk away beautifully. Simple. Logical. Risk-free. Until the lines blur. Until emotions shift. Until the act stops feeling like an act. Now the question is: What happens when pretending becomes the truth... and walking away becomes the hardest part?

Healing from a heartbreak, Safeena became an ambassador to "be wicked to men". What happens when she meets and fell in love (at first sight) with Ibrahim? Will Ibrahim be her happy ever after or will he be her biggest mistake... but a mistake well made? After Ibrahim, will she heal and allow herself to be loved properly? Come with me on this roller coaster of a ride as I unravel the story of Safeena Hamza Iya as she navigates through life while nursing two heartbreaks. Will she ever get her happily ever after? Read author's note for more. (Idk how to write a description without giving out a spoiler so please just take my word for it.) Trigger warning for in advance; Heartbreak, Rape, Drug use, Domestic abuse, More heartbreak, Depression, etc. If you're not comfortable with these please feel free to un-add because this book is not for you! Read to find out more... #1 in hausa (3rd July) #2 in Katsina (3rd July) #12 in real life problems (15th July 2023)

Kamilla runs down the stairs, her fingers clutching her dress to prevent it from trailing behind her. she's about to walk down completely when his voice stops her. "Princess" He calls out in a raspy voice and she freezes. Kamilla doesn't turn to stare at him or acknowledge him and that only seems to irk him more. 'Princess' Calls me that like he cares. 'Good, it should' she says internally. "Go and change" He instructs and instantly her pulse beats at his words and she finds herself exhaling slowly before turning to face him. "who are you to tell me what to do" She spits eyes glaring in his direction but she doesn't maintain eye contact. Sadiq's eyes narrow and he walks closer, his steps predatory. "Your husband" He states matter of factly and she scoffs. "Husband?.." Kamilla pauses for dramatic effect. "Husband to who exactly, is It to the woman you left alone in a rediculously big house or the wife you haven't so much as touched since you got married?" By the end of her sentence, she has her arms folded across her chest as she glares at the rediculously handsome figure in front of her. he might be known as the 'Amir' outside and a crown prince but in here she's his queen. "You want me to touch you princess" His voice is low and sultry as he licks his bottom lip while his gaze remains fixated on her. kamilla's breath gets caught in her throat and heat instantly raises up her cheeks. defiant she raises her chin. "I..We weren't talking about that" She stutters trying to brush it off. Amir Sadiq's face suddenly turns serious as he stands straighter. "Come here princess" He orders in a sharp voice. "Never knew my princess craved for my touch" He mutters low enough. _____ Kamilla Bello never thought that from juggling her daily life in a cafe she sets out in the outskirts of the city with her best friend shed suddenly be wedded off to a man. Not any man but him. Amir J.S.E.H. The man whose name is whispered and a man whose power suffocates,

In the world of high-stakes gold and ancient legacies, Ali Muhammad Maigari was a "Titan" born to rule, a man of Saharan serenity whose very existence was a shield for the empire he commanded. But his strength had a silent, structural flaw-an obsession with a past he tried to bury and a future he feared he couldn't protect. Zara Sadauki didn't choose to be the "fragile solace" in a billionaire's contract. She didn't choose a heart that fluttered with medical risk, nor did she choose to be the "axis" upon which Ali's complex world revolved. Yet, she became the only light capable of piercing his shadows. When that axis was removed, Ali's world was thrown into a literal, physical chaos-a descent into a darkness that even his gold couldn't illuminate. Being the heir to the Maigari name wasn't Ali's choice, nor was carrying the burden of secrets that nearly cost him his soul. Why was Zara forced to bear the brunt of the grudges held by his brother? Why did she have to endure the short end of the stick in a war of blood and betrayal? From the moment she stepped into his gilded cage, Zara knew the path would be hard-fought. But she wasn't willing to remain a "clinical project." She harbors the same fierce determination to survive that Ali uses to conquer. However, there is a saying: "The more fragile the heart, the stronger the love that anchors it." Love_Scientist😘♥️ (Sumy_US)

The story follows 24-year-old umar Faruq, who has just proposed to his longtime girlfriend, Balkis. Their future is shattered when Faruq's uncle and aunt die in a sudden accident, leaving behind their 7-year-old daughter,Noor khadija. Faruq discovered months prior that his uncle-a man of traditional and rigid beliefs-had legally "betrothed" khadija him to ensure she would never leave the family's protection. Now, faruq is not just khadija's guardian; in the eyes of their traditional community and his uncle's will, he is her future husband.

Un billet d'avion. Une nouvelle vie de l'autre côté de l'océan. C'est ce que je croyais. En réalité, j'ai acheté ma chute. Je suis arrivée à New York avec un plan simple : des cours, un appartement, une routine. Je ne cherchais pas l'amour. Je ne cherchais pas le danger. J'ai trouvé les deux. Réunis dans deux visages identiques. Deux regards capables de me déshabiller sans me toucher. J'ai vacillé entre celui qui me tendait la main... et celui qui la refermait sur une arme. Je pensais pouvoir résister. Je me trompais. Parce que personne ne m'a forcée. Je me suis glissée dans leurs draps toute seule.

Story Description: In the heart of Abuja, two worlds collide when Mariya Abubakar Zanna, the stunning and fiery daughter of distinguished Senator Usman Abubakar Zanna, meets Umar Bukar Ibrahim, a ruthless oil mogul and devoted single father. Mariya, the epitome of Abuja's high society, lives for glamour, luxury, and attention. Her sharp tongue and unapologetic attitude command respect, yet beneath her polished facade lies a complex, proud woman. However, her reckless behavior threatens to tarnish her father's reputation. Umar, a self-made petroleum engineer, exudes power and authority. His rugged, chiseled features and piercing gaze strike fear into business rivals. His life revolves around his adorable daughter, Fatima, his revered mother, Hajiya Fannah, and his empire. No nonsense, no distractions. When Mariya's scandalous actions jeopardize her father's political career, Senator Zanna seeks a solution to tame his wild child. Umar's father, the revered Alhaji Ibrahim, wishes to see his unmarried son settle down and provide a stable mother figure for Fatima. Their families orchestrate a union, hoping marriage will calm Mariya's rebellious spirit and provide Umar with a suitable partner. The unlikely pair is thrust into a whirlwind of opulence, politics, and passion. Will Mariya's spontaneity soften Umar's steel-like heart? Can Umar's stability tame Mariya's restless spirit? Or will their differences tear them apart?

"The groom is finally here." Khalid's eyes moved to them slowly. Cold. Sharp. "Get out." They hesitated, unsure they heard him right. "I said get the fuck out of my house!" The anger in his voice left no room for argument. Both girls flinched, fear flashing across their faces. Without another word, they rushed past him, nearly tripping over their steps as they fled the room. The door closed behind them. Silence returned - thick and unbearable. Khalid stood there for a moment, just watching her. Ayesha's shoulders shook. Her hands trembled in her lap. She felt his gaze on her like weight pressing her down. Slowly, she tried to stand, her legs weak beneath her. She couldn't breathe properly. She just wanted to leave. Anywhere. Anywhere but here. She took a step toward the door. "Where do you think you're going?" His voice stopped her cold. She swallowed hard, her throat tight, her voice barely a whisper as she answered, "O-out..." Khalid let out a short, humorless laugh. "Aren't you my bride?" he said. "It's our wedding night. Our first night." His tone turned dark. "We should celebrate." Before she could react, he reached out, pulling away her veil. The world tilted. Panic rushed through her veins as he pushed her back onto the bed. "No," she shook her head desperately, tears spilling faster now. "I don't want this. Please-" Her words fell apart on her tongue. He wasn't listening. Hovering above her, his presence felt overwhelming, crushing. The ceiling blurred through her tears. Her hands clenched the sheets, her body stiff with fear. Then something inside her broke. This was her reality now. This was her life. He was her husband. Slowly, she stopped struggling. Her eyes closed tightly, lashes wet, tears escaping anyway. Her lips trembled as she whispered the only words she could find, her voice small, broken, and defeated. "Please... be gentle." a marriage of force. tortured love. love after marriage.

She was never meant to be free. She was meant to be his. "You do," Laith said quietly. "Because this world does not look at you the way I do." His hand reached out then-but slowly, deliberately-fingers barely brushing her wrist, as if asking permission even while claiming ownership. His grip was firm but careful, like she was something fragile and priceless all at once. "I won't let anything touch you," he continued, voice low. "Not words. Not intentions. Not people who think they're allowed to breathe the same air as you." Safa's heart raced. "Laith... that sounds like-" "Obsession?" he finished for her, eyes never leaving hers. "Yes." He adjusted her sleeve where it had slipped, the gesture so gentle it almost contradicted the weight of his words. "But understand this," he said, leaning closer-not threatening, not forceful-just there. "My control is not to cage you. It's to keep you safe. And my care?" A brief pause. "That is the one thing I will never restrain." His thumb brushed her knuckles once, grounding, steady. "You are Safa Al-Noori," he said. "And until the day your name changes-if it ever does-no one touches what is under my watch." She was promised to him before she was born. What began as a claim became an obsession. And by the time Safa Al-Noori meets Laith Al-Ansari, she is no longer just fate- she is his.