Lifehacks Romance Drunk in Love Challenges Lost Lust Hatred Regrets Ku dai biyoni I assure you'll like it insha Allah.....

Book three in the forever series.

"For the next ten minutes, I will seduce you and if the word 'Please' escapes your lips. You lose." "And what will happen if I lose?" I asked hurriedly, not moving my eyes from his atrocious one, breathless, tempted, but also scared. "You will let me touch you. With. Your. Consent." *** A one night mistake. A slap. Garnet was going to regret slapping the most manipulative and desirable man, Roy Layne. He tried to know the secret behind her tears but it ended up in a game of revenge. After finding her as his new PA, he gained a chance to teach her a lesson for the slap, to manipulate her in his charm. To make her his using all possible means. But, his insensitive brother, Lucien Layne, claims that he knows Garnet's dark past and had selected her as his prey. When both Brothers have set their eyes on the same woman, who is going to win?

When destiny brings true love to your doorstep, it's yours to treasure forever. A serendipitous meeting between Muhammad Saad Abubakar Wurno and Samira sparks a passionate romance that challenges them. Will their love triumph over adversity? As the melodic algaita and drums fill the air, Samira's gaze follows the vibrant procession, captivated by the rich cultural display. Suddenly, her name breaks the spell: "Samira!" Turning towards the voice, she's met with a resounding declaration: "Allah ya jaza Amanin sarki dan sarki!an Gaishe ka yarima Muhammadu saad Abubakar wurno!"The mention of his name sends her heart racing, echoing through the palace grounds like a promise of fate.

Trigger warning - Abuse, violence, assault, murder Please do not read if you can not handle this He walked through the dark stairs. He was playing with his gun. He came to take something that belonged to him, at least he thought. His prey escaped from him, and he was back to take her... torture her, torment her, punish her.... he took something of his too, was it a bigger sin... He had no mercy for anyone. She was not special in that case. she was just his Prey... his favorite pet.

DARK ROMANCE "Sir, I am in a dire need of loan. Its very important, my friends life is at stake. I assure you I'll try my best to return the loan asap." She breathlessly said it all. Her eyes were filled with hope and expectations. He was her last hope. "Miss Sheharzaad," Shehryaar said, while standing up from his chair causing her to instantly stand up. "Yes sir" she replied, her voice troublesome yet confident. He walked towards the other side of the table and sat on the chair parallel to her. "Keep sitting, please." He said, like a gentleman and she sat down. She tightly held her hands together. A life could be saved by his single yes. "Sir please," she pleaded. "I agree. You can have the loan, but I have a condition." "I agree to your every condition sir" she replied with a little smile of victory on her face. "Think before you speak, Miss Sheharzaad." "I trust you." "I want a one night stand with you." He dropped the bomb. ............ "Every women is nothing but a whore and you're also one of them." He said making her wriggling double against the ropes, which tied her. "You're wrong." She replied with a sheer determination in her eyes. He harshly gripped held her chin and bobbed her head up towards him. "Oh, I'll prove it to you then." He spoke with an immense intensity and a promise in his eyes. "You'll now serve me as my personal escort, Sheharzaad." He declared and threaded his fingers into her silky locks, pasting his lips on hers, her brutally. He didn't trust womankind and she was a strong woman. He wanted shatter and break her into pieces so he could satisfy himself.

Copyright © 2024. All Rights Reserved. It wasn't how she could never seem to pronounce his name, "Qasim," correctly, always calling him "Kasim" since she was young. Nor was it her innocence, which seemed to follow her everywhere, highlighted by her delicate Fulani features that could be recognized from miles away. It was her, entirely. Her very existence was the axis upon which Amir Qasim's life revolved. But when that axis was removed, his world was thrown into chaos. Being born the eldest child of the Sultan wasn't his choice, nor was becoming the next Sultan, burdened with immense responsibilities. Yet he accepted it, carrying those duties he so deeply resented. Becoming the next Sultan's wife wasn't her choice either, nor was becoming the eldest Princess of the Kubi Caliphate. So why was she forced to bear the brunt of the grudge he harbored within? Why did she have to endure the short end of the stick? From the moment she stepped into the world of royalty, she knew the path would be hard-fought. But she wasn't willing to lose. Why should she? She harbors the same hatred towards him. However, there is a saying, "The more you hate, the more you love." By Ferdeausee.

Aurenta da Khalil kaddara ne. Zuwanta gidansu a matsayin mai aiki jarabta ne. Zama gidanshi tare da matarshi kuma bala'i ne. Da wanne zataji? Miji wanda ya tsaneta tamkar mutuwarsa ko kuwa matarsa da bata da burin daya wuce ta tozartata dukda kuwa batasan itadin matarsa bace? Ko kuwa karyata musulunci da kowa yakeyi? Tabbas, K'abila...itama musulma ce. Amma a rayuwar Fatima Batul, hakan abu ne mai wuyar bayyanawa. Kyara, tsangwama da wulakanci sune abubuwan da tafi sabawa dasu a duniya har tana ganin bazata tabi jin dadi ba a rayuwarta. Kasantuwar mahaifiyarta Igbo, tunda Batul ta bude ido babu abunda ta sani face kunci da bakin ciki sai tarin hawaye. Wai dama shi musulunci idan ba a ciki aka haifeka ba Allah baya amsarka ne? Ko kuwa dai dole sai kai bahaushe ne ko bafulatani sannan musuluncinka yake zama ingantacce? Ana kiranta K'abila, ko kuma ace mata Tubabba, kai harma muna musulma ana kiranta wai duk dan kasancewar mahaifiyarta inyamura duk kuwa da cewar ta musulunta daga baya. Batul bata gara jefa kanta cikin ukuba ba sai bayan aurenta da Khalil, ga bala'in mahaifiyarsa da yan'uwansa, dangi da abokansa...shin ina zata saka rayuwarta ne?Data sani da bata gudu tabar gida ba, data tsaya dangin mahaifinta sunyi duk yanda sukeso da ita, da bata roki alfarma ta auri Khalil ba... --- Labari ne mai cike da darussa daban daban akan addini, al'ada, zamantawa da kuma tsantsar soyayya. Ku biyoni dan ganin yanda labarin Fatima Batul da angonta Ibrahim Khalil zai kasance...

(Dark romance, abusive, violence and adult content.... please do not read if you are sensitive to these topics) He grabbed her jaw as he warned, "Are you up for giving up your life for his?.... remember, it's life time deal......" His fingers were trying have grip over her smooth skin, tinting her skin in scarlet. Her eyes were in tears, she looked at the kid at gun point then turned to the ruthless man himself, She whispered, "Leave him.... however he offended you.... I will pay the price...." Seth smirked at this stupid girl, he said, "So, everything you have will me on my mercy.... Your life, your death, tears, pain... everything will be my will.... only death will be escape..." She was fearful, trembling, she still said to herself, "I have to one to cry for me.... but this kid has..... If that monster wants life, then it must be some as useless as me...." She turned to the kid as she said, "Daniel.... go back... never mention this to anyone.... you never came here.... go!" Seth warned, "I haven't allowed him to..."His eyes showed his anger, and thrust for pain. She begged, "I am willing to give my life.... just let that kid go... Please Sir....." She whispered to herself I don't know what I am walking into... but.... I have no way but to face.... Seth warned with a deadly smirk, "Now... Your life is mine.... forever....."