Everyone saw the wedding. No one knew the love story behind it. Imran has loved Zulaiha since childhood. Zulaiha only realizes too late that her heart has always belonged to him too. After years apart, one reunion changes everything. A soft, elegant love story about destiny, family, and the kind of love written long before vows are spoken.

My sister has always attracted the wrong crowd who didn't hesitate to take advantage of her meek heart. Right from small, Zikora's naïvety always made me fight with every single one of her 'friends'. I have never been comfortable with any of her so-called friendships. Not even the one she was in at the moment with her new roommate. Funny enough was that I actually liked their relationship. It was pure, true, and more of a sisterhood. For the first time in history, Zikora made a true friend. I inwardly approved of the friendship, when the girl in question, didn't think twice in lunging a frying pan at my little sister's ex-boyfriend. And I know as you're reading this, you may ask yourself, what was my issue then? My issue wasn't with the friendship, but the babe herself. Her appearance reminded me of that Disney princess that had the complexion of a vampire. Snow White, very innocent looking creature. But that girl was the definition of a werey in disguise. Chineke ekwela! And I know you've already started judging me as the problematic character already. I am not problematic, she is. You may begin to think that okay I'm probably overreacting. Oga, Aunty, I am not overreacting. On the first day of meeting her, this babe carried her old fashioned okrika shoe that looked like it suffered for nineteen years, and threw it at the glass of my car while I was driving. Aunty, ha si na hel zipụ gị, ma-ọbụ site n'oké ọhịa ọjọọ dị n'obodo m? {did they send you from hell, or from the evil forest in my village?} That one is her business sha. She should just carry her small bum bum and stay on her own, because she's really getting on my nerves. I don't blame her, because she knows she's fine. That's why she's doing all this bullshit. But all that I know is using the word 'mad' in a sentence, I would say; Biboere Mirabel Madagascar is a MAD WOMAN. Come and fight me. {This is the sequel to Mad Woman I. For a better comprehension, it would be advised to r

She is something, she's fiesty and she's also sweet, she's hot and she's also cold, she believes in love but has never been loved, trouble comes her way even when she doesn't plan for it but all she wants is a life free from it! Who is she? Osarieme Ovbiókpomwan This book revolves around the life of Osas, she's the usual village girl, naturally gifted and diligent. After a scandal in Edo State, she got tired of her ill luck and hence found the need to move to Lagos State in search of a better life, her father and her siblings. Will she find something better or end up meeting the same ill luck she was trying to avoid? Or maybe she'll find love instead, who knows? ❤️❤️❤️

Ruqayyah Ameen has always been her family's pride, cherished for her beauty, kindness, and unwavering dedication to tradition and religion. Strong yet sensitive, outspoken yet deeply connected to her roots, she has always followed the path her family laid out for her. But when she meets Al-Amin, her world is turned upside down. As Ruqayyah experiences the joys and struggles of first love, she must confront new emotions, challenges, and choices that will shape her future. Join Ruqayyah on a heartfelt journey of love, faith, and self-discovery as she navigates the delicate balance between family, tradition, and her own heart.

Five teenagers, different existence, deception, deceit and sham. The final year in secondary school Is meant to be the highlight of high school life, full of fun, memories, thrills and adventures. Instead, it becomes the beginning of a deadly game for these five. A lot of things have been going down behind the gates of Brixford. No one paid close attention until the disappearance of a student. Even though the disappearance was just a tip of an iceberg of what's going on underground. All hell breaks loose, everyone is on their toes. Secrets are hidden, and lies are told. Secrets are made to cover more secrets, lies are made to bury more lies. A harmless blog creates mighty havoc? How? By revealing a secret? Halimah Bello, daughter of the prestigious Bello Family, tries so hard to bury her secret. She can't afford to put a dint of the Bello's family name, as well as, let the fact she is madly Inlove with her supposed step-brother come out to the public. Onome Manuel, daughter of the renowned pharmacist, who has been brought up not to mingle with the poor and less privileged, battles with Generalized Anxiety Disorder, and serious addiction. Her worst fear is getting involved with the boy from the ghetto. Things had been going on smoothly over the years, not until the final year. When Halimah's stepbrother Roman gets deported and sent back to Nigeria, and Oreva, a boy with a suspicious link to "THE MANUEL'S FAMILY" Surfaces. And there is Makele David, who could create a problem where there was none, with just a snap of his fingers. What does Oreva have on "The Manuel's family? That wouldn't only destroy their prestige but their whole life if it got out? He is supposed to be a harmless boy from the slums, but things are deeper than they seem. Find Out by reading the thrilling story.

The university like they say is another universe entirely. Different people with different backgrounds, different setting, different goals, different homes all brought together by one thing...Education... Or is it?

"Breathe Malaki" Azev whispers, his breath fanning against her face. He inhales Everytime she exhales as he attempts to steal every breath of hers. "Z...Zev" Her chest rises and falls, her breathing coming out short. The hand trailing up her thigh makes it impossible for her to think properly. Azev stares at her, his gaze boring into her his gaze narrowed and grey orbs growing darker. "You get married to him sweetheart, I'll set everything and everyone ablaze. I'm sure you know how much of a lunatic I am for you" He whispers, his words accompanied by his skimming fingers. Going to Monaco to attend a business meeting on behalf of her father was the plan. But she leaves there with the scent of a mysterious and rugged man from a one night stand, and her Anklet as payment. Kiara is the daughter of a wealthy family, coming from one who is protective and extremely strict her perfect life comes tumbling after a one nightstand especially when he starts chasing her. The man screams danger everywhere he goes with an air that makes it hard to breathe and now he has set his eyes on a woman. His. Malaki. Azev Zaviyar Al Jazzi, A crown prince and wealthy billionaire refuses to let go of the woman he spent one night with even when forces are against them. What starts as an obsession might just be more. Flustered and red from being stared at she moves her hips, her movements hesitant and unsure. The fast rising of his chest and the way his gaze refuses to move from her tells her just how affected he is

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Adedayo Bankole is well-connected and popular. A 200 level student of the university of Lagos state, Dayo is charming and beloved. Dayo is an ardent player with the ladies and enjoys their attention. Girls are lining up for a chance to get into his bed while many have confirmed that he is naturally gifted between the sheets. When his friends bet him that he can't smash the new girl, he accepts the challenge, boasting he'll have her in bed by the end of the semester. But Eniola Craig is so much more than Dayo expected, and soon enough, he's in too deep. The last thing he needs is another complication, but staying away isn't an option. One thing's for certain: this girl totally throws him off his game. Could the well-known player be playing for keeps this time? 18+ Only! 🔥 Copyright © 2026 the officialnisola