Aisha thought she had her whole life mapped perfectly but things weren't going as planned...and yes, in the worst way possible. She needed an escape... Things seemed to start taking shape when she got employed as an attorney in the most prestigious Law firm in the country. She was doing what she loved best. That was her escape. But she got more than she bargained for, moving into a zone she wasn't sure she would come out of alive... ...and she prayed so desperately for an Angel to come to her rescue. (Disclaimer: None of the pictures I used are mine. Credit to the real owners.)

"Your punishmsnt is keep sitted in my lap and kiss me for 20 mins" He said and her eyes widened. "That's not fair" She said. "You should be grateful that I'm not being harsh or I would have given you a better punishment babyy" He said and his eyes darkened with the desires. ...................... "Listen.to.me" I said to her. "There is nothing to listen to Mr. Maansingh, you're a fucking criminal, who maybe tried to sold me or raped his own future wife, well who knew that I'll be your wife huhh, at that time I was just a 16 year old girl" She said and it would be lie if I say her words didn't pierce my heart. "Listen to me, you're taking this all wrong" I said but she wasn't ready to pay heed to my words. ................... "She's only mine, my obsession, she has to bear my anger, my love, my obsession, there's no choice anshi" He said in anger. "Stay away from me" She said while sobbing. "Aww my love is scared huhh, lemme kiss your eyes , your forehead, your lips , your hands, and your feet" He said coming extremely close to her. "You're just a lier" She shouted while crying. "You'll marry me only or no one else" He said and stormed out from the room. "You're mine baby girl", she read the message and got scared. Who is that mystery guy? wanna know? dive into our story💗

At night, the older sisters stayed up all night and usually talked about boys. They talked about some things that were not making sense. Their younger sister was just going through the early stages of puberty and would eavesdrop at every conversation. The process for her became hard, a comedy, dramatic and a journey of exploration as well as experimenting. ************* This is a true to life tale, of what most girls experience during the time they hit puberty. The sex education is never just enough and will never be enough but it becomes a complex bunch of curiosity.

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

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

Title: The Ghost Maid ‎Genre: Drama | Tragedy | Supernatural ‎ ‎Deborah was a young Christian woman with dreams far greater than her humble beginnings. Born into a struggling family, she finished high school early but couldn't afford further education. Determined to change her future, she left her home country to work abroad as a housemaid, hoping to save enough to return to school or start a business of her own. ‎ ‎But life in a foreign land held darker trials than she imagined. ‎ ‎In the home of a wealthy Egyptian man-who was already married-Deborah faced unwanted attention. When she refused his advances, standing firm in her faith and values, he committed an unforgivable act of violence, ending her life in a moment of cruelty and evil. ‎ ‎Now, her spirit lingers-not for revenge, but to tell her story. ‎ ‎A haunting tale of dreams, betrayal, and the strength of a soul that couldn't be silenced.

A WATTPAD FEATURED STORY 20/10/2017 Highest Rank #1 in Non Fiction 14/12/17 #1 In Nigerian Stories Selected as NonFiction September Spotlight 09/09/2018 to 09/10/2018 Based on a true life story. Have you ever struggled to survive? Faced with constant sexual abuse? Beaten and left for dead? How did you survive? It's central theme is abuse. This true story showcases the various horrible experiences most housemaids are forced to undergo in the hands of their guardians in Nigeria and in other parts of the world. It is a heart wrenching story which must definitely bring tears to your eyes. And if you were once a housemaid, this story might make you relive past experiences you once had. It also tries to show how most parents become involuntary accomplices to their child's plight. It is based on true events, however names and characters, location and scenes have been changed for personal and security reasons. All rights reserved. Please do not share or use any part of this story without express permission from the author. Say no to plagiarism!

In the vibrant heart of Kano, "Zayn Bala", a witty and ambitious media graduate returns home after four years abroad-only to find herself swept into an arranged marriage with "Imran Suleiman", a reserved, quietly successful business tycoon with no time for love. She's outspoken. He's observant. She wears her heart boldly. He hides his behind a calm gaze and years of discipline. But as Zayn navigates the complexities of Northern expectations, career dreams, and her husband's enigmatic nature, what starts as a marriage of convenience slowly unravels into a story of emotional healing, reluctant love, and the power of two souls learning to meet in the middle. Through moments of laughter, longing, heartbreak, and hope-"this is a tale of what happens when destiny hands you not what you expected... but everything you needed." ---

"Pleaseee...abeg, don't start this morning oo! It won't be funny" I threatened. "And what are you gonna do about it baby?" He smirked, whispering the last word in my ear. Goosebumps arose on my skin like a mass army and the class felt suddenly cold. What the hell is happening? Why do I feel so...so... prickly? "Christ Simi" Nana whispered, wide eyed in shock, "I just called you baby and you are gushing all over. I knew you loved me" "I'm not blushing! Why would I blush because of that? Abeg shift joor" I said and hissed, then turned back to solving my past questions (which I wasn't concentrating on because I kept hearing that stupid word in my ear) "C'mon baby, you know you like me. You are just too shy and proud to admit it" he said again. "I don't like you Nana, is it that hard to get? Besides, reserve that name for your girlfriend" ********** Similola Adams is happy being back to school in the final term of the final year. Unfortunately, things are not going as she planned as she experiences cane on her first day and goes into an insult battle with her arch enemy. Then the worse of all... She has to sit with the most arrogant and snobbish boy in class who is also her archenemy for the rest of the term. How would she survive the year? 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 🎖️𝟗𝐣𝐚 𝐨𝐧 𝟏𝟓𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑.....6/6/23, 7/6/23, 8/6/23

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.