Ameera Manga would rather analyze emotions than fall helplessly into them. Warm, magnetic, and effortlessly adored, she lights up every room she enters. Her future is neatly planned, until her final year throws her into chaos with someone she never expected. Zayyan Dikko is her opposite: controlled, precise, and private. Life to him is strategy. His career is on track, his reputation flawless, and his American girlfriend is expecting a proposal. But their parents have a different vision. They insist Ameera and Zayyan get to know each other. Neither wants the arrangement. Both love someone else. So they make a deal: Pretend to fall. Convince everyone. Then walk away beautifully. Simple. Logical. Risk-free. Until the lines blur. Until emotions shift. Until the act stops feeling like an act. Now the question is: What happens when pretending becomes the truth... and walking away becomes the hardest part?

Kamilla runs down the stairs, her fingers clutching her dress to prevent it from trailing behind her. she's about to walk down completely when his voice stops her. "Princess" He calls out in a raspy voice and she freezes. Kamilla doesn't turn to stare at him or acknowledge him and that only seems to irk him more. 'Princess' Calls me that like he cares. 'Good, it should' she says internally. "Go and change" He instructs and instantly her pulse beats at his words and she finds herself exhaling slowly before turning to face him. "who are you to tell me what to do" She spits eyes glaring in his direction but she doesn't maintain eye contact. Sadiq's eyes narrow and he walks closer, his steps predatory. "Your husband" He states matter of factly and she scoffs. "Husband?.." Kamilla pauses for dramatic effect. "Husband to who exactly, is It to the woman you left alone in a rediculously big house or the wife you haven't so much as touched since you got married?" By the end of her sentence, she has her arms folded across her chest as she glares at the rediculously handsome figure in front of her. he might be known as the 'Amir' outside and a crown prince but in here she's his queen. "You want me to touch you princess" His voice is low and sultry as he licks his bottom lip while his gaze remains fixated on her. kamilla's breath gets caught in her throat and heat instantly raises up her cheeks. defiant she raises her chin. "I..We weren't talking about that" She stutters trying to brush it off. Amir Sadiq's face suddenly turns serious as he stands straighter. "Come here princess" He orders in a sharp voice. "Never knew my princess craved for my touch" He mutters low enough. _____ Kamilla Bello never thought that from juggling her daily life in a cafe she sets out in the outskirts of the city with her best friend shed suddenly be wedded off to a man. Not any man but him. Amir J.S.E.H. The man whose name is whispered and a man whose power suffocates,

Some would call it destiny. The kind of story people like to believe was written long before the first meeting ever happened. Amira Iman was not always the quiet girl she is now. There was a time she filled rooms without trying, laughed easily, stayed too long at gatherings because she never wanted the night to end. But life has a way of rearranging people. Depression got the best of her and changed the way she moved through the world. The light did not disappear completely, but it learned how to hide. Samir lives a very different life. A man of influence in Nigeria, he carries authority with a calm that rarely needs to be announced. He speaks little, observes much, and wastes no time on uncertainty. His world is structured, deliberate, and mostly untouched by chaos, except for the small, bright presence of his six-year-old daughter, Noor, who softens the edges of everything. When their paths cross, it is not dramatic. No grand moment, no instant understanding. Just a meeting that should have meant nothing. And yet, from that very beginning, something begins to shift, as though fate had been waiting patiently for the right time to step in.

All Nainah Omar ever felt for him was pure, unfiltered hatred. Every encounter ended the same way - sharp words, heated arguments, or her dumping responsibilities on him out of spite, leaving him confused... and strangely amused. She never tried to understand him. She never wanted to. What Nainah didn't know was that he wasn't one. There were two of him. And she unluckily kept colliding with the wrong twin. The innocent one. The bearer of her anger. The man who paid for wounds he never caused. Fresh out of a relationship that had chipped away at her peace, Nainah wanted nothing more than simplicity. Grounded in faith, and shaped by an Arewa upbringing, she had learned to love restraint, dignity, and a life far away from noise. Though she came from wealth, she rejected the spotlight - fiercely. Until her world shifted. The day she discovers the truth - that they are twins, and not just any twins, but two of the richest and most eligible bachelors in town - her carefully guarded heart begins to crack. One twin was calm, patient, and quietly enduring-easy in his kindness, steady in his presence. The other was nonchalant to the point of cruelty. Cold. Provoking. Always in her space, always testing the fragile edges of her self-control And as hatred begins to blur into something dangerously close to love, Nainah is forced to confront more than just her feelings - she must face her healing, her faith, and the fear of falling again. Can the heart always remain halal when temptation refuses to leave? This is a story of loss, pain, and quiet healing, of love born from resentment, and of a woman torn between two identical faces... and two very different hearts.

Text copyright © 2025. All Rights Reserved by hafsyxx Love Me If You Dare *** Fahad's gaze drifted across the circle of us. The look was low, deliberate, until it found on me. His lips curved into that faint, dangerous smile that always makes him, him. He said quietly, "Love me if you dare." The air went still. Even the bird stopped singing... *** She was supposed to be just another headline. He was never supposed to feel again. Fahad Abdullahi Rizq, 27, is an Arabian-Hausa billionaire with a frozen heart and a gold crown on his shoulders. He's cold, controlled and barely tolerate social. Fatima Ibrahim Sambo, 20, is a sharp-tongued dreamer who never imagined her biggest scandal would come with a diamond ring. She's loud, stubborn, and allergic to arrogant billionaires. So when a scandal forces Fahad Abdullahi Rizq and Fatima Ibrahim Sambo into a fake engagement, sparks fly and not the romantic kind. He's the storm she never prayed for. She's the fire he never saw coming. They don't love each other. They barely tolerate each other. But now they're engaged, and the world is watching. And the heart? Well... it has its own reckless plans. In a war of words and pride, can two strangers survive an engagement built on pressure and secrets? Or will their hearts dare to fall? _____ Love Me If You Dare A modern fairytale born from fury, royalty, and the wildest dare of all, love. Highest ranked: 🥇1 #secretandscandal on 17/04/26 🥇1 #arewaromance on 07/09/25 🥇1 #lovemeifyoudare on 02/07/25 🥇1 #halaal on 23/08/25 🥇1 #hardlove on 07/11/25 🥈2 #Wattpadnigeria on 02/07/25 🥈2 #dubai on 14/05/26

Muhammad thought of Madeenah as a child, younger than his baby sister, although way more mature. She seemed to have created a bond with his daughter and that was all that came to his mind about her. Not her smooth caramel skin, or her captivating light brown eyes and neither did her sweet voice do it for him. Madeenah thought of Ya Muhammad as an arrogant and stoic person but a really good father. In truth she was terrified of him. She hated the way he would look at her, as though she was less important than him. She hated the way he never spoke unless he needed to. She hated the way his voice washed over her, making her shiver. She hated his height and how it made him tower over her small frame. She hated him but she just couldn't stop thinking about him. So what happens when the two end up being brought together by an unusual arrangement . He's older, she's younger. He has a daughter and she has barely begun life. Will he let go of the past and try to find happiness or will he drag her down with him? --------------------------------------- "Let's get married." He says with such a straight face that I feel stupid as I chuckle. "What did you just say?" I ask in disbelief. "You heard me Madeenah." He says in a gravelly tone. "Why would you want to marry me?" I shake my head. "You don't like me." "I like you well enough to be married to you." His broad shoulders shrug in his familiar black suit. What is going on with him? And what have I gotten myself into?

Copyright © 2025-2026. All rights reserved. Amrah Saleh Imam deals in logic, but there is nothing logical about Muhammad Tahir Zo-ro. To the public, "M'Zo-ro" is just a billionaire's son with a celebrity face used to distract the public, a mask of Northern royalty. But Amrah knows the truth. The charm is a weapon, the fame is a mask, and M'Zo-ro is a cold-blooded Agent who destroys lives for a living. She unmasked him, and now she's paying the price. "Then who are you, Muhammad?" "I'm the man who will do anything to keep you." From the biting chill of Minsk to the high-stakes circles of Nigeria, the line between burning hatred and dangerous obsession starts to blur. He's destroyed her world, but he's the only one keeping her alive. In this world of hidden wealth and frozen accounts, the most lethal mission isn't M'Zo-ro's next target. It's the woman who knows his secret and the man who will burn everything down to make her stay.

Book six in the forever series

Love had hurt Zarah once, and she swore she'd never let it happen again. But some hearts have a way of finding you, even when you're running. How do you choose peace when love knocks on your door?