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The World We Built. by WinterBearz
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Some people marry for love. Some marry for security. And some marry because a single decision changes the course of their lives. Bound together by a marriage neither expected, Leenah, Rawaad, and Nahlah must navigate trust, resentment, ambition, and the consequences of choices that cannot be undone. Because sometimes the hardest thing isn't falling in love. It's living with the aftermath. -WinterBearz
PEARLS AND POISON by AmrahSambo
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For five years, twenty-three-year-old Khadija lived in a sanctuary of her own making. Far away from her father's sprawling mansion and the toxic shadow of her stepmother and stepsisters, she built a life filled with light, peace, and a thriving perfume business. She thought she had permanently escaped the golden cages of old money. But when her powerful father (or so people think) snaps his fingers and demands her return, Khadija is forced to make a devastating choice: step back into the lion's den, or watch her mother break under the family pressure. Choosing her mother, Khadija walks back through the heavy black gates of her childhood nightmare. But she isn't the quiet, compliant eighteen-year-old they remember. Armed with a cold resolve, Khadija plans to survive the hostile glares of her stepsisters and whatever calculated "plans" her stepmother has waiting for her. What she didn't plan for, however, was Hammad Aali. Hammad Aali, relentlessly charming, permanently calm, modern businessman and a man whose family is constantly pushing a parade of elite cousins and high-society women into his line of sight. From desperate socialites to Khadija's own step-sister, who will do absolutely anything to claim his name, Hammad is a prize to be won. But he has zero interest in being trapped. Untill he met Khadija. Sharp-tongued, fierce, and utterly unimpressed by his status, she is the one woman who has the audacity to ghost him. For a man used to women falling at his feet, her silence is a reckoning, a challenge he cannot seem to walk away from.
DIARY OF A LOVER GIRL: (An African love story) by dailymail1
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Fadila Ahmad: A middle-class damsel. Sweet, intelligent, lovely, and down to earth in her own small world, always happy. Who only sees marriage as an arrangement for happiness, love, and comfort. But there is something else she doesn't know about marriage also. What do you think will be fadila's marital challenge?... Mahmud Abubakar: A son to a politician, construction, and food company. A very successful handsome spoilt brat. He got it all the full package, the look, fame, intelligence, kind and family. Born with a silver spoon. But there is something else the former model is lacking which is freedom, he gets controlled by his mother. What will happen when he gets caged free from her when he set his eyes on the caramel-skinned beauty?.. who he is very sure his mother won't accept. What do you think will be the consequences of his action?.. Find out in this lovely story This is not a love story!! This is a story of love!! ⚠️ warning 🔞 Content warning*** Mature content! Substances! Language! Violence! Hatred! Sexual content! This story has some quite descriptive sex scenes, which I will inform you at the beginning of the Chapter. Please read at your discretion!!! Don't forget to vote, comment, and add to your library. Love, dailymail1 Highest Ranking #1 in Hausa 17, Sep 2021 #1 in Fulani 15, Sep 2021 #1 in mother in law 13, Sep 2021 #5 in NAIJA novel 23, Nov 2021 #5 in rated18, 30 Dec 2021
Burning Blue by _blackkbear
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𝓐𝓼𝓶𝓪 𝓜𝓾𝓻𝓪𝓭 is the model daughter of Abdulrahman and Alma Murad. She's elegant, composed and carefully shaped to meet her parent's expectations. Every decision - her career, her friends, even her fiancé has been curated to preserve the perfect image. Asma lives to please and has never failed to do so. 𝓐𝓶𝓲𝓻 𝓜𝓾𝓻𝓪𝓭 is the exact opposite - reckless, inconsistent and a constant headache to the family. Scandals seem to follow him, and his charm rarely covers the mess he leaves behind. To Asma, he embodies everything she was trained not to be. When the family announces their engagement, she feels sentenced and he feels trapped. Their first reaction is denial; there's no way they could ever fit together. Yet the more they clash, the more they expose the cracks in each other's carefully guarded masks. Is this the story of two people destined to break one another, or of enemies triggering a love neither saw coming?
From Aliya to Hafiz by Zahrah_Danzaki
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"And We have made some of you a trial for others. Will you ˹not then˺ be patient?" The first time I read this ayah in Surah Furqaan, I had no idea it defined my future so clearly. ********** Hafiz Hakimi;- A 26-year-old Nigerian-American who grew up believing those who worshipped something they couldn't see were crazy motherfuckers. But it wasn't like he would go out of his way to tell them his opinion. His life was perfect, a routine of work, party, fuck, sleep, and repeat. His only source of annoyance was the woman whose vagina he popped out of, but even she was very far away from him. Life was good, everything was great. Until one fateful trip to Nigeria, his home country, set off a tornado that wrecked his mundane to pieces. Aliya Suleiman;- A 22-year-old hafiza whose only goal was to finish studying medicine, the devil's course. She only planned to get married after making her first million dollars, a feat her best friend Jasra said was impossible. She wasn't offended of course, because she never planned to get married. And if she did, it would be to someone more pious than her, mature and respectful; indulging. But then the one person she couldn't say no to begged her with tears in her eyes to marry her son. She was the woman who raised her and provided for her mother and her. There was no way she could refuse. It was the worst thing to have ever happened to both of them. A sudden downpour on an otherwise clear sunny day. He wasn't anywhere near the kind of man she imagined herself with. She was the woman raised by the person he hated the most. It was basically a recipe for disaster. She saw him as a way to repay a favour. He wanted to use her to get revenge. And as such, the stage was set and the curtains lifted. ___ ⚠️⚠️⚠️: UPDATES ON MONDAYS AND THURSDAYS ___ 🚨 This is entirely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, places, a particular culture or event; whether real or fictional, is purely coincidental.
INK OF A BROKEN VOW  by darkathwa
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Aleeyeh set the tray down gently, careful not to let the cups clink. She had learned these small precautions-how to exist softly around him, how not to disturb the silence he lived in. Salman didn't look up. She stood there for a moment, fingers twisting into the edge of her sleeve. "I made it the way you like," she said softly. "Less sugar." That was when he spoke. "Aleeyeh." Her name sounded heavy on his tongue, like something he had avoided saying for too long. She looked up, hope rising before she could stop it. "You don't have to do this anymore," he said, finally meeting her eyes. His voice wasn't angry. That almost hurt more. "The effort. The trying." Her lips parted, but no words came. "I see it," he continued, measured, distant. "And I don't want it." A pause. Then, quieter-crueler in its honesty. "I will never love you." The room felt smaller. "I understand," she whispered, though her chest burned with the lie. As she turned away, Salman added, almost like a warning, "Stop waiting for me to change. You'll only hurt yourself." She walked out without another word, carrying her dignity like a fragile glass-unbroken, but trembling. ........ Aleeyeh was promised a marriage before she was old enough to understand what love meant. Salman was twenty-five when that promise was made-already in love with another woman, already tied to a heart that was not meant to be his forever. When duty binds them together, Aleeyeh enters the marriage with hope, patience, and quiet prayers. Salman enters it with silence. No love. No warmth. Only respect and distance. Living beside a husband who does not see her, Aleeyeh learns how lonely marriage can be. Ink of a Broken Vow is a story of patience, past love, and the quiet strength it takes to heal a heart bound by promises made too soon.
BOUND BY HONOR  by darkathwa
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"Salim, you're scaring me," she said quietly. He shook his head quickly. "I'm not trying to scare you." "Then what are you doing?" His voice lowered. "We need to do this." Ikram stared at him. "Do what?" Salim swallowed. "We need to make sure they can't separate us." Her confusion deepened. "How?" He looked at her directly. "We need to sleep together." For a second... Ikram thought she misheard. Her face slowly changed. "What?" Salim stepped closer again. "If we do it... if you get pregnant..." Her eyes widened. "They won't have a choice," he continued quickly. "Our parents will be forced to let us marry." The silence that followed felt heavy. Ikram stared at him like she was looking at a stranger. "Salim..." she whispered slowly. "Tell me you're joking." He shook his head. "I'm serious." Her stomach twisted. "You're serious?" "Yes." Ikram took a step back. "No." Salim moved forward again. "Ikram, listen-" "No." Her voice came out stronger now. "Salim, that's insane." "It's not insane!" "Yes it is!" He grabbed her wrist suddenly. "We don't have time!" Ikram pulled her hand away immediately. "Don't touch me!" Salim's frustration grew. "You said you love me!" "I do!" "Then prove it!" Ikram stared at him in disbelief. "Prove it?"
Love Incarnated. by WinterBearz
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Imagine your entire world flipping in an instant. Everyone you love-gone. Now you're left to face the pain of loss, the chaos of family drama, and the sting of betrayal from people you just started to trust. But what if the person who steps up... is someone you thought was long gone? : Wed 13 Dec 2023
Love From Instagram  (Editing In Progress)  by Intoverted_bae
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The Meet-Cute (Digital Edition) It all started on Aisha's business page, 'The Abaya Vault.' Aisha had just dropped her "Eid Collection," and the comment section was moving at lightning speed. @Salma_Vibes: Aishalo! If I don't get this midnight blue velvet piece, consider our friendship over. 😭 Mashallah, the work is too neat! @Abubakar_01: It's actually navy, not midnight blue. @Salma_Vibes: @Abubakar_01 Oh, we have a color expert in the building? 🙄 Navy or midnight, it's still going to look better on me than in your gallery, Sir. @Abubakar_01: @Salma_Vibes Bold claim for someone just window shopping. The back-and-forth lasted for thirty minutes. Salma was witty, sharp, and didn't care that his profile picture was a blurred shot of a G-Wagon steering wheel. She thought he was just another "Abuja Big Boy" with too much data and too little to do. The "Joke" An hour later, Salma's DMs pinged. > Abubakar_01: Since you're the expert, screenshot the top five you think are actually worth the price. I want to see if your taste matches your mouth. > Salma laughed, adjusting her veil as she sat in her room in Yola. "This one thinks he's slick," she muttered. To play along with the "joke," she went back to Aisha's page and picked the most expensive, heavily hand-beaded pieces in the collection. > Salma_Vibes: [5 Images Attached] > Salma_Vibes: There. Don't faint when you see the total. I have expensive taste. 💅✨ > > Abubakar_01: Noted. > middle of the university walkway. Her heart did a weird flutter that had nothing to do with the Yola heat. She quickly opened Instagram and typed a message. > Salma_Vibes: You were serious? Abubakar, that was way too much. I was joking! > > Abubakar_01: I don't joke about investments. Consider it a thank you for the fashion advice. Now, are you going to send me a photo of the 'navy' one, or do I have to fly to Yola to see it myself?
SULTANA by hawwaiuf
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ɴɪɢᴇʀɪᴀɴ - ʟᴇʙᴀɴᴇsᴇ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ .Sultana Hud-fierce, fearless, Lebanon's most unshakable journalist-now stands accused of killing the only man the world thought was her father. With every camera pointed at her and every finger accusing her, she never once bowed her head. Enter Ridwan El-Kabeer-a Nigerian lawyer with a cold heart, a sharp mind, and a last name that carries too much weight. He doesn't believe in love, only in duty. But when he sees Sultana, he sees a woman too proud to beg, too broken to be left behind. He offers her freedom in the most dangerous form-a marriage contract. From the flames of Beirut to the storms of Abuja, two strangers are bound by a lie and haunted by truths they've never spoken. His family hates her. Her past won't let go. Yet somewhere between courtrooms, headlines, and silent nights... something real begins to bloom. But love has never been safe-especially not when it's built on secrets. A sequel to Ninety Days Mrs. A contract that was supposed to save her. A love that might destroy them both.