💔 The Boy Mama Warned Me About By Naylah Abdul "Between what is right and what I want... I chose him." Hanifa umar wali a 19 year old is the perfect daughter calm, brilliant, and raised in a loving Arewa home in Kaduna. When she gets admitted to Nile University, Abuja, her only plan is to study law and make her parents proud. Her mother's final words echo in her heart: "Don't let any boy get into your head. They will try. They will come with sweet mouth, with big cars and fake promises. Don't let any of them disgrace you." But one night changes everything. Dragged to a house party by her wild roommate zainab , Hanifa walks into a world she never imagined loud music, red cups, Abuja rich kids... and him. Zaid Khalil Abdullahi . 24 year old , temperamental, and terrifyingly silent. The rich bad boy everyone either wants or fears. And the one person who looks at Hanifa like he sees through her soul. She wasn't supposed to notice him. He wasn't supposed to care. But some warnings come too late. And some boys... are exactly what Mama warned you about.

Two marriages. Two betrayals. One woman who has had enough. At twenty, Dr. Balaraba Adams was a rising star in her clinicals, brilliant and full of hope. At thirty-two, she is a world-class trauma surgeon who can fix a shattered heart on the operating table-but cannot mend her own. Her first husband, Faisal, was a fellow doctor whose professional jealousy turned their home into a cage. Her second, Ibrahim, traded her for the "perfect" second-wife life and stole her twins in a bitter divorce. Now, Balaraba is a warrior in a white coat, fighting "career wahala," family drama, and a desperate courtroom battle for custody. She has sworn off men forever. But Rayyan Saif has been waiting in the shadows for twelve years. He saw her as a student and lost his chance. He saw her pregnant and walked away to respect her vows. Now, he finds her broken but defiant in a courtroom-and he isn't letting go again. Rayyan doesn't just want her heart; he wants to help her burn down the world that tried to break her. But can a woman who has been failed by every man she's ever loved trust the one who has been silently loving her from afar? A long, emotional slow-burn about resilience, high-stakes medical drama, and the man who finally stayed.

"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 stitched a dress for her best friend's wedding. She never thought she'd be the one wearing it. When Zulaikha vanishes on her wedding morning, Farida Usman is faced with an impossible choice: let her best friend's family face ruin, or step into the bride's place. She says yes. She wears the dress. She becomes the wife of Abdallah Tafida, a man she's never spoken to, a widower who buried his heart with his late wife. Now Farida is alone in a cold house in Abuja, married to a stranger who won't look at her, surrounded by twins who don't want her. But hearts don't stay frozen forever. And sometimes, the most fragile hearts become the strongest. Rayyan, the shy little boy, reaches for her hand. Rania, the stubborn girl, watches her from doorways. And Abdallah, Abdallah begins to notice the woman who sits at his table, eats his food, and asks for nothing. Fragile Hearts is a story about betrayal dressed as friendship. About grief that doesn't announce itself. About a dress that held a ghost. And about the slow, terrifying, holy work of learning to choose yourself, in a city where everyone is watching. It's s a Hausa romance about betrayal, healing, and the quiet love that grows in the spaces between silence.

COMPLETE!!! Zarah is twenty, but her body is a battlefield. She's a master of the brave smile the one she wears so the people she loves don't have to see her breaking. After a lifetime of fighting Sickle Cell, the arrival of Leukemia feels like a final, cruel betrayal. She has spent her youth tracing the patterns on cold hospital sheets, enduring the unendurable, while her fading pulse threatens to quiet for good. Dr. Zayn knows exactly what it means to hold a life in his hands. A single father who prides himself on his clinical composure, Zayn is used to the sterile distance of the ward. But the girl in Room 402 undoes him. He doesn't just see a diagnosis; he sees a fierce, remarkable spirit he is desperate to anchor to this world. Between the hum of monitors and his own daughter's whispered bedtime stories, Zayn finds himself falling for a woman whose every breath is a victory. In the quietest corners of the hospital, something unexpected blooms. It's a love built on gentle jokes, whispered confessions, and hands held tight against the approaching dark. But medicine has its limits, and as surgeries fail and hope grows thin, Zayn is forced to face the ultimate question: How do you save someone who has already accepted the end? Zayn and Zarah is a raw, emotional journey through the wreckage of illness toward a light neither of them saw coming. It's a story of courage, the strength of a father's heart, and a love that refuses to let go, even when the monitors scream.

Through the cruise of love; there tends to be desolations, heartbreaks, and painful detriments. But if there was true ardour; the beholder of the love would persevere in the face of the grudges, the heart scourging pains, and pertubs. She was a chivalrous lady, whom was heartbroken and vowed not to fall in love again. He was an introvert; whom seldom talk, nor could he envisage himself in love. They became acquaintanced, intimate friends, and finally deviate into inseparable lovers. Promises were made, altruism was clearly avowed, and a future was planned. Upon the series of heart spasm, the etching wounds, scourging pains, and the perforating heartbreaks that could crucify the hearts. Would they grapple the pains and make something out of their adulation? _____ It would be a roller coster ride, with series of heartbreaks, betrayals, and heart squirming pains. Just tag along, as I tell you the story of the consolidated lovers. Ayshatou.

She could feel the pain slowly overcoming her soul. The agony, the grief, taking over all that she once thought was alive in her. She felt so empty that she was sure her whole body will echo if someone was to shake her. But she stood, rigid as though a hundred years old tree, clinging onto the only thing that made her alive; her eyeglasses. Through those glasses, she had seen things she had wished she could erase. She had hated the things she once loved, places she once cherished and the man she grew up to love. It didn't matter who he was to her, his role in her life or even the title he possessed. She was going to take revenge, she was going to make him regret, she was going to make her father cry right before her eyes! But what if he chose to add more pain to her aching wounds? The day he declared her married to a gateman, the strings left attaching her with him were forcefully cut off. And she was certain even if it would take her till eternity, so long as she stayed married to the gateman, her father would never know what happiness felt like!

Living with the teenage thought of life always being a bed of roses, Aisha Umar Faruk got her life damaged at the revelation of her mother being a prostitute and she was raped to pay for the crimes her mother committed. Dr. Nasir was her saviour and she lived with him, having a fantasy of a love filled life until his heartless brother broke apart her rope of hope and she was left with a broken heart to stitch. Being married to Abba was a whole painful phase for Aisha and the path she followed in knowing what had been enshrouded even before she was born. "Who was the guy you were kissing right before the eyes of thousand of people?!" "What were you doing in A & H hotel with a guy?!" "Where are you from?" All these questions and even more were asked by her husband and the answer was always the same, "I haven't gone out of this house even since the day you restrained me from doing so." He had never believed her, because she was always the one he saw. But she was telling him the truth, because she wasn't the one he saw. Who was this lady that added more salt to the wounds of Aisha Umar Faruk?

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.