*𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢.* Book 1 of ᴄʜᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇs. A Royal Romance story. "Every curve of you is made to fit into my hands. My hands and my hands only." He lowered his mouth to her shoulder again, trailed moist lips to the nape of her neck. "Don't worry, My Angel," he whispered. "I'm made for your hands, too." ✧ Nikolai Ivanovich Petrov isn't just the youngest son of the Russian royal family-he's a mafia lord, a storm in human form. With the looks of a Greek God, he's a dangerous blend of beauty and power. His empire stretches across continents, built on fear, loyalty, and blood. Power is his addiction, and he's willing to do anything to claim it. To solidify his control, he needs one thing: a marriage. Not for love. Not for desire. But as a strategic weapon. And Radhika Bhardwaj, the naive daughter of a broken family, is the perfect pawn. Radhika was never meant for this world. A girl who once dreamed of freedom, now trapped in a marriage that serves nothing but Nikolai's ambitions. She didn't choose him. She didn't even get a say. Nikolai didn't care for her innocence or her life. For him, she was just another piece in his game. But in her, Nikolai sees something no one else has ever dared to show him: vulnerability, and a spark of light that might set fire to his world. Two worlds crash. Two souls collide. He doesn't care if she hates him. But he will own her anyway. "I hate you," she said. "I hate you too, baby," he replied. A man whose control over everything is absolute, can a single woman change the rules, or will she be crushed under his weight?

Hafsa, a breathtakingly beautiful woman in her mid-twenties, has lived her life trapped by the invisible chains of a deeply traditional Hausa-Fulani society. Determined to avoid the stigma of being labeled a divorcée, she endured a marriage that eventually broke her. Now divorced, she faces a harsh reality-freedom tainted by societal judgment. Her beauty draws countless admirers, yet the moment her past is revealed, they scatter like whispers in the wind. Her family urges her to remarry, pushing her to choose from suitors who see only her outward allure. But Hafsa isn't ready to settle again-not for convenience, not for approval. She craves something far more precious: healing, peace, and the chance to rebuild her shattered self. Amidst the relentless scrutiny, Ibrahim enters her life-a man who sees her beyond the labels. Quiet, strong, and unyielding, he becomes her anchor in the storm. Ibrahim watches over her, shields her from the cruelty of the world, and gently mends the wounds she's too afraid to show. Against all odds, he fights to be with her, defying a society that deems their love impossible. In a world where the scars of divorce threaten to define her, Hafsa must decide: will she let the stigma shatter her dreams, or will she take Ibrahim's hand and rewrite her story on her own terms? A moving tale of resilience, self-discovery, and an all-consuming love that rises above the noise of judgment and tradition. This is Hafsa's journey-a battle to reclaim her life and prove that even in a world of broken expectations, love can conquer all.

AN AREWA SLOW-BURN... ©2025 all rights reserved --- Aisha Hassan Saeed never planned to work for a man like Sudais Abubakar Muhammad - the meticulous, intimidating CEO who somehow manages to stress her, confuse her, and fascinate her all at once. She's outspoken, funny, and full of trouble. He's controlled, calculating, and impossible to read. They clash in the office, argue over little things, and pretend they can't stand each other. But underneath the sarcasm, the quiet looks, and the unspoken tension... something is shifting. This is a slow-burn story about a boss who swears he doesn't care, a PA who swears she can't be bothered, and the undeniable pull between two people who were never supposed to get close - yet somehow keep finding their way back to each other. --- ~"An image of complexity, painted in the subtilities of black and gray."

UNDERGOING MAJOR EDITING ‼️ Some wounds don't bleed. They live under the skin-quiet, deep, and scarring. Farah Became another person entirely after finding out about her parents rift at a very young age. And is Separated from her Family for 4 years . Farah tries to escape the trauma-but pain has a way of following you. What happens when Farah is arranged to get married to a long lost friend. They hate each other. But life has other plans. Can two broken souls find peace together? Or will the past tear them apart forever? . . . . . . . . Read And follow the journey of Farah and Abdulrahim. Warning ⚠️ contains some triggering scenes. BEST RANKINGS. #17 in DEEN #1 in HAUSAFULANI #1 in NIGERIAN STORY #4 in LOVE AFTER PAIN #23 in DESMESTIC VIOLENCE #15 in GENERAL FRICTION #1 in AREWA

He was born to command the world- until one night stripped him of control. At 26, Rayyan Ibrahim Bagudu, the cold and enigmatic CEO with striking grey eyes and unimaginable wealth, was a man feared by many and understood by none. But one fateful evening, his world spiraled into chaos when he was ambushed and kidnapped by unknown attackers. Held captive alongside him was Jadwa Habib mai kamshi, a frightened young lady in her late teens trembling in darkness. When their captors demanded he commit an unforgivable act with her, Rayyan did the unthinkable- he begged them to marry them first. Using the cash in his pocket as a dowry, he made them his witnesses. Under the barrel of a gun, vows were exchanged-binding two strangers in the most harrowing way. And when the men demanded he consummate the forced marriage right there or watch her die, Rayyan surrendered-not to desire, but to protect her life. Moments later, as he lay bleeding from a gunshot wound, Jadwa was released, believing him dead. Three months later, her world shattered again. She found out she was Pregnant and accused of immorality, Jadwa was disowned by her family. With no husband, no proof, and no help, she endured hardship and humiliation-working multiple jobs to survive while carrying the child of the man she thought she had lost forever. She named her son Jawad. But fate never forgets. Five years later, Jadwa unknowingly secures a job in Rayyan's empire. Neither recognizes the other-their hearts haunted by the same night that ruined and bound them. Until one day, she walks into his office with a little boy who has his father's eyes... and everything changes. In a world of secrets, pain, and redemption, love finds its way back-through scars, through time, and through destiny itself.

She was never meant to be his. But destiny doesn't ask for permission. Meet Fatima Zahra, 22 years old. A radiant soul-loving, beautiful, full of life. An extrovert with a warm heart, she wears joy like a second skin. But behind her laughter lies a quiet strength and a deep sense of responsibility. Then there's Umar-33, calm and composed. Gentle by nature, yet strikingly handsome in a way that makes silence feel louder around him. An introvert, thoughtful and kind, carrying the weight of loss with quiet grace. Umar was her cousin. Her brother-in-law. Her sister Haneefa's husband. That was-until tragedy took Haneefa away, leaving behind their two-month-old twins, Anam and Anim-and a void too large to fill. When Fatima is forced into marrying Umar to help raise her sister's children, her world begins to unravel. The man she once looked up to like an older brother becomes her husband. And with that, everything changes. She didn't choose this life. But maybe... fate did. How do you love someone you were never meant to love? How do you find peace when guilt holds your heart hostage? And what if... love dares to grow where pain once lived? In a story where duty blurs with destiny, and heartbreak dances with hope, Fatima must navigate grief, forbidden emotions, and the quiet pull of Qadr-the divine will she never saw coming. Fatima never dreamed of a life like this. But sometimes, the hardest stories... are the ones written by destiny. And sometimes, the person you're not supposed to love -is the only one who can make your broken heart beat again. Now the questions remain... Can you choose love when it feels like betrayal? Can your heart bloom in the shadow of another woman's memory-especially when that woman was your sister? Is this sacrifice? Or is it fate-disguised as pain? Will she ever truly love him? Will he ever see her as his wife, not just the mother of his children? Well.. There's only one way to find out.

"Were you staring at my c*ck because you wanted a taste?" Yiseo stumbled into the wrong room of the grand annex and froze. There he was-Taegyeom Kwon, in all his naked glory, his enormous manhood staring at her. Filthy rich, dangerously handsome, unbearably sexy, and utterly crass, he radiated power and magnetism that made him impossible to resist. Worlds apart, impossible to have, and yet every look and touch pulled her into a love she shouldn't want. *** Weekly updates on Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays and Fridays. All Rights Reserved Written by Chungendong.

𝘈 𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘏𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘭 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦-𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺. • Halimah. Hassan. Their initial encounter was not their first as they had met before, though it did not feel like that in the beginning . Halimah's heart fluttered with the unfamiliar sensation of attraction, and her thoughts wandered to this enigmatic 'stranger' who had stirred her emotions. As days turned into weeks , their paths continued to intertwine, like two lost stars drawn towards each other in the vast night sky. In the end, it was a journey of love for the sake of Allah, filled with struggles that tested its strength. But is love truly enough?

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⚠️This story is a work of fiction and explores themes based on cultural traditions, emotional struggles, and personal transformation. She stormed out to the garden. "Say something!" she snapped, eyes burning. "Or are you still playing that 'I'm-too-pure-to-talk' game? Still pretending to be holy?" And that's when Raif moved. Fast. Zariah didn't even have time to blink before her back hit the nearby pillar - not hard, but firm enough to freeze her breath. His hand gripped her waist tightly, the other at her wrist, locking her in place. His chest pressed to hers. His face was inches from hers. His voice was deep. Controlled. But deadly serious. "It's no longer like always, Zariah." Her lips parted. "I used to ignore you because I knew my limits. I'm not like those men who flirt and sin and call it love. I feared Allah more than I ever desired you." His eyes narrowed, dark fire glowing behind them. "I didn't punish you back then because I respect women - even when they spit venom. I kept my mouth shut, not because I was weak... but because you weren't my mahram. I had no right to look at you, touch you, even speak without reason." He leaned closer, and she could feel his breath brush her cheek. "But now..." His grip on her tightened, and her body trembled - not from fear, but from the intensity in his words. "Now you are my wife. Now, you belong to me. Halal. Lawful. Mine." Zariah tried to turn her face away, but he caught her chin, tilting it back to him. "Now I can do anything I want. I can touch you. I can silence your insults without guilt. And I can show you what it means to be owned in a way that'll make you crave it again." His lips brushed her neck, just for a second - before he bit her. Not soft. Not brutal. But just enough to sting, enough to leave a mark. Zariah gasped, frozen. He pulled back just a little. "This-" he said, brushing his thumb over the fresh mark on her neck, "-is the first of many."