Hi there, How long would you wait for someone you love? In the meantime what do you? Do you wait until...? Confess anyway? Ruin their current relationship? Run? Find a place holder? I've been told that the heart wants what it wants... Join S'busiso and Nomalanga as they navigate through their friendship to lovers situation, will they win? Read to find out...

A young woman fights to keep her marriage intact while dealing with an emotionally abusive mother-in-law who will do anything to break them apart.

Scars to your beautiful

"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.

When he opened the door he didn't imagine she would jump into his arms and cry. He was left dumbfounded by her actions. He thought she would be sassy and upset but tears. She cried all the way home. Lindiwe was a city girl who was forced to get married to secure her fathers chieftaincy. She hated the man she was marrying because of all the tales she had heard about the royal family. But Vusi was proving to be a bit hard to hate when he was so handsome and romantic.

He tightly grabs me by my waist and he holds me in place while I still continue to get captivated by whatever it is that is happening here. "Tell me what you see." He commands in a voice that sounds so beautifully smooth and pleasant to listen to. My words are choked up and I can't even begin to explain what lies in those eyes of his. Something about his presence is reeling me in, pulling me more soulfully closer to him, something that i am not even sure is possible but I feel this connection to him, this ancient ancient connection, like I had seen him before, like I had known him for a long time, a life time. And the way he's holding me !!! He feels familiar and yet I don't even know who this man is and it would be crazy if I told him that I've seen a Storm in his eyes, a storm that I had never seen anything like it in my life. It was beautiful and enchanting. Everything that he Is at the moment. "Nothing... I didn't see anything." I lie, as my mind fully gets back to me again, and the storm finally dissappears. He let's go of me and i move to stand on my own. He looks at the features all over my face before he furrows his thick brows, in concern while he continues to stand awfully close to me and gosh he smells so good. A huge strike of lightning echoes outside before immediate rain starts pouring outside. I could have sworn that there was a zero percent chance of rainfall tonight, it was clear and there were no clouds insight, the ocean below the balcony starts to get angry too as the waves get aggressive and the moon looks as vibrant as ever right now. We both look outside before we look at each other again. "Are you sure that you saw nothing ?" He asks and I nod my head at him. "Nothing..."

The third book of the Gumede Dynasty story.

It's no secret that Gumedes have a bucket load of scandals, we know this by far but this doesn't mean that this time around things might be a little different, these are the Gumedes after all and you cant spell Gumede without their yellow boned princess and chaos in the center of It. He's a bad boy, a smooth talker and a well known Casanova with a track record for numerous panty dropping cases wherever he walks by. Every father hates him and every daughter would lay themselves out on a puddle for him. Rich, sharp, arrogant and God like looks and she despises this. No woman on this globe has been able to tame him thus far so what makes his family think that this marriage can tame him ? She's a simple girl with a distinct way around her sex life, fiercely smart and independent with a career tunnel vision. In order to come out top in her field she needs to kill every bit of femininity In her, this is a man's world after all. Both caring and soft but surprisingly vicous when push quickly turns into shove. Both with a lack of desire to commit are more alike than they realise. but will these similarities pull them closer to each other or cause an equally chaotic marriage. Will she tame him ? Will she submit to him ? Will he allow himself to surrender to one woman ? Will she allow him to dominate her ? Or... Will they let it all go down in a messy, royal , parade.

New chapters up.

Sequel to SOS & My Finnish companion. First comes Love, then comes the mistress and then comes havoc in an open marriage.