Zayna Mahmud Na'Allah has always loved the idea of love. From romance novels hidden beneath her pillow to late-night movie scenes that made her smile into the darkness of her room, love had always lived inside her heart long before it ever touched her reality. At 22, she dreams of a peaceful marriage, soft affection, and a man who would love her gently while respecting her family and faith. Yet beneath her playful chats, sarcastic humor, and obsession with fictional men lies a quiet fear: What if love never finds her? Asad khamis Babaji, on the other hand, is everything she never expected. Reserved. Disciplined. Emotionally guarded. A 31years old businessman from Bauchi whose silence speaks louder than most people's words. Beneath his stoic face lives a man capable of loving deeply, patiently, and unconditionally - the kind of love that feels safe enough to rest inside. Their worlds were never supposed to collide. But somewhere between prayers whispered after Tahajjud, family gatherings, soft glances, rainy evenings, and destiny moving quietly in the background... Two hearts begin finding their way toward each other. Slowly. Gently. Like a prayer finally being answered.

Arewa romance

[COMPLETED] This story is about a woman who's been cheated on by her boyfriend and then she met Mr Salvador at the outside of the bar. Then Mr Salvador's starting obsessed on that girl for the first time he saw her.

Jolade Samira Olukoya is a diplomat, calm, composed, and unshakable. In the halls of power, her authority is absolute, her fire measured reserved for those who truly deserve it. She moves through political rooms with precision, respected, formidable, untouchable. Khalifa Jalal AlThani-K.J.A-is the North incarnate: a man whose influence bends nations, who decides outcomes without lifting a finger, and whose name alone commands fear. Kingmaker, president-maker, untouchable, above the law ,he is a force the world quietly obeys. She sees him as distant. A figure of fear, a man whose reputation precedes him. He does not speak much. He does not reveal his intentions. To her, he is untouchable. But beneath his restraint, he is captivated. Every step she takes, every word she utters, every detail of her presence claims him silently, completely. He watches without acknowledgment, controls his obsession with precision, and waits. When the calm authority of a Yoruba diplomat collides with the silent, overwhelming power of a Hausa titan, the result is inevitable: a dangerous tension, unspoken attraction, and a collision of worlds neither can ignore. In a story of power, restraint, obsession, and forbidden attraction, she may have immunity but he holds the North. let's watch their love fight against all cultural odds he calls her "My West" and she calls him "My North" HIS WEST, HER NORTH.

"She's my mate!" Zane yelled causing both the man and I to widen our eyes. Mate? Is Zane Australian? "No. That's not possible. She's-" Zane cut him off with a blow to the jaw. "Get out before I throw you out of the pack." I took a step back from the boys and shifted uncomfortably. "Pack? Look I don't know what kind of cult thing you guys are involved with but I just want to go back to my old life." The man laughed. "Babe, your old life doesn't exist anymore." "Don't call her that," Zane growled and pushed him out the door. I walked over to the couch and sat down, holding my head in my hands. "Hey," Zane sat next to me and put his hand on my shoulder, sending bolts of electricity through my body. I quickly stood up and looked at Zane. "What was that?" Zane smiled and shrugged. • • • Devina Stavros, believe it or not, never hated her life. She didn't despise the name calling and occasional pushes and shoves. She didn't mind the constant absence of her mother or the fact that the only living being who cared for her was her goldfish, Mr. Freddles. She learned to accept her life. She knew the things people at school and her mother pounded into her head were true. She was just a little nerd. But after a mysterious animal attack at her high school, everything changes and nothing makes sense anymore. The things she's read about in childhood fairy tales and seen on television are all true. Werewolves. Vampires. Witches. Everything.

𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆... 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓. In the northern nation of Mawtari, bloodline is everything. And love? Merely a weakness waiting to be exploited. Nazara Amana Mansoor has spent her entire life fighting to be seen as more than the 'half-breed' daughter with foreign eyes. Despite her wealth, beauty, and brilliance as a cardiologist, society never lets her forget that she does not truly belong. Zayd Fuad Zarumi, the future Caliph of Dauriyya, lives beneath a crown that feels more like chains than honor. Cold, calculated, and constantly underestimated, he survives palace politics by pretending to be exactly what everyone wants him to be obedient. When Nazara proposes a marriage of convenience to escape the labels suffocating her, Zayd accepts for reasons entirely his own, power, alliances, and access to the influence of her wealthy father. No love. No attachment. No complications Just a contract between two people trying to survive a nation slowly tearing itself apart. But somewhere between royal expectations, whispered betrayals, political conspiracies, dangerous festivals, and a growing war between North and South Mawtari... the rules begin to blur. And when feelings start growing where resentment once lived, both Nazara and Zayd are forced to ask themselves one terrifying question. What happens when the person meant to be your greatest advantage... becomes your greatest weakness?

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK

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.

Twisted love story and family saga.

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.