She was the kind of girl who tried to make herself small even though her body refused to shrink. Soft in all the places she wished were firm - a tummy that folded when she sat, thighs darkened from years of rubbing, and breasts that never stood the way society said they should. She carried her insecurities like extra weight, always tugging at her clothes, always avoiding mirrors.But he saw her differently.To him her softness wasn't something to hide it was warmth, comfort, realness. The curve of her belly, the thickness of her thighs, the sway of her hips... he loved all of it. Not in a way that made her feel exposed, but in a way that finally made her feel seen. He spoke to her gently, touched her carefully, and never once made her feel like she had to apologize for existing in her own skin.He didn't love her despite her body.He loved her with it because of it completely and slowly, she began to realize that maybe she was worthy of being loved exactly as she was.

Nosipho Khoza is a young girl fresh from high school who meets the son of a dangerous taxi owner, her sweet church life changes into gangsterism

Buhlebendalo, a young woman who is focused on her studies with a mindset of not needing a man's love meets Langalibalele, a man of hardwork and dangerous aura, will they find their way to each other's hearts? Find out by reading the book. NB!!! I do not own any of the pictures involved in my book, all from PINTEREST!! Please bear in mind that I am not fluent in Zulu!🤍✌🏻

In a city where sirens never sleep, love becomes the loudest sound of all.

Spho knows herself to be an ordinary professional young woman with an aspiring career. She was adopted in her teen years by loving parents and raised as the only child. Unexpectedly, she meets her love. Masilakhe Sobekwa. A dangerous highly successful man looking for a fresh start in a new city and leaving his dark life behind. In tow, comes his unstable younger brother who sticks by his side no matter what. The duo are unstoppable together. Masilakhe is taken by Spho immediately. He weaves his way into her heart and in no time, marries her. In the midst of getting to know her new man, Spho discovers she has a long lost brother amongst other secrets. Secrets that turn her entire life, upside down. Instantly.

My full name is Zamantungwa Agnes Khumalo, don't mind my middle name, my dad's mother gave it to me before she passed I was told. Even if she was the sweetest grandmother in the area, the name though. Yoh guys! Lols One thing about me is that I am an accounting fanatic! To know about my background story, you have to read further... it was lovely meeting you. **** "MaKhumalo breathe please. Yes, just like that. Slowly does it", he kept rubbing my back in a soothing manner as he said this. We sat there while I tried to regain my senses, and him murmuring softly to me. The tears have seized now atleast. The tight grip he maintained with his other hand didn't go unnoticed. It was a reassurance-kind-of-grip, filled with care and concern. His heartbeat has gone back to normal now. Listening to it was slowly making me sleepy. "You can't sleep sitting on the floor like this, love. Come on let's go to bed", he tried making me get up but I shook my head slightly. He sighed, picked me up and carried me effortlessly to a bedroom. "Please don't leave me alone", I said with a dead grip on his hand. "But I'm just next door. Look I'll even leave the door open incase you need me. Uhm... you know what, let me get you some tea to help you sleep", he removed my hand with ease. "I'll be back just now, I promise MaKhumalo", he kissed my forehead before rushing out the door. I stayed alone for 5 seconds before I got up like I was stung, made my way to the room next to where I was. Took of my dress, got under the covers quickly, his scent filled my nose as I snuggled on his pillow. Before I knew it, it was lights out. What happened must have drained me more than I thought. #southafrican RANKINGS: [26.09.25 #3 convict] [10.07.25] #8 crazypeople [07.07.25] #2 convict [29.07.25] #1 convict

At just nineteen, Nothando Nkosi is focused on surviving law school, healing from a childhood no one knows about, and staying under the radar. But everything changes when she crosses paths with Mr. Zungu- her tall, deep-voiced, dangerously charming part-time lecturer with a reputation for breaking hearts. What happens when classes turn into more?

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The city streets were always alive with sound, but tonight they pulsed with a different kind of energy. The kind that came with secrets and lies, with whispered promises and hidden agendas. In a world where power was everything, the players were always changing. Alliances were forged and broken, loyalty was a luxury few could afford, and the price of betrayal was often fatal. But amidst the chaos, one thing remained constant: the Mafia's grip on the city. They were the puppet masters, pulling the strings from behind the scenes. And those who dared to cross them would soon learn the true meaning of fear. For Tshisi, a young woman with a troubled past, the Mafia's world was one she knew, But she had never imagined that she would one day be drawn back into its deadly embrace...

I got married at sixteen to the love of my life-at least that's what it looked like in my sixteen year old mind. The boy I married didn't want me, he left me. For four years I did not set eyes on him. I saw him again on my 20th birthday celebration no longer the 17 year old boy that I married but a man.