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.

HAFEEZA Some secrets refuse to stay buried. When Hafeeza travels to her mother's hometown for work and a family wedding , she expects nothing more than a few peaceful days with relatives. Instead, she finds herself haunted by mysterious letters, a damaged photograph, and strangers who seem to know more about her past than she does. As terrifying visions, missing memories, and unexplained events begin to unravel her life, one name keeps appearing... Khadijat. Her mother, Ameena, has spent years hiding a truth so devastating that speaking it could destroy everything Hafeeza believes about her family. But the past is no longer willing to remain silent. With the help of Masood, Hafeeza races to uncover a mystery that has haunted generations, while every answer leads to darker questions. Who was Khadijat? What grave secret has Ameena buried for so many years? And why does it feel as though someone-or something-is determined to make Hafeeza remember? Some promises can never be broken. Some truths demand to be heard. And some doors should never be opened.

The air smelled faintly of oud and cold leather. Madina's heart was racing as she ended her furious call. She shoved her phone into her bag, muttering under her breath. She'd just hid into this car to save herself and it's all because of that man. Madina: "When I finally meet that man, I'll strangle him with his own tie." (she exhales sharply) "Who does he think he is-God?" A low chuckle came from the seat beside her. Deep, smooth. Dangerous. Muhammad Turad who has been studying her replies which stuns her"You might want to choose a softer form of negotiation, Miss." his tone is calm and teasing "Strangling governors tends to make headlines." She wants to strangle him Her breath caught. She turned slowly, eyes meeting his-dark, unreadable, but too alive to ignore. Madina: "You-You were here the whole time?" Turad: "My car. My silence. Your words." In the glimmering heart of Abuja, Madina Gambo fights her way through the storm of politics, family expectations, and self-worth. As a senator's aide, she has learned to stand tall among men who believe power belongs only to them. Hidden behind walls of power and shadows, Muhammed Turad Muhammed I. After surviving a near-fatal accident, he returns to Abuja determined to find the woman who once appeared in his path-a woman whose presence haunts him like a promise. Madina, however, is too busy being infuriated. Her every attempt to meet the elusive His Excellency fails. Her family mocks her ambitions, her uncle poisons every dinner with scorn, and her grandfather-the only light in her chaos-reminds her that patience always wins. But patience isn't her strength. Until one night, fate catches them both off guard

Halima Shehu Garba, daughter of sardauna of the Kano emirate. She has always lived in close proximity with royalty and in a highly respected family. She has 2 older brothers, Wakil And Nasir - they work for the emir and are best friends with him. 20. Emir Muhammad 'Khalifa' Sanusi Dantata, he is the emir of Kano and a highly respected man in society. His father died early in his life which meant him stepping up as the emir. He has never been married and has no heirs, people wander who the lucky woman would be - it would be an honor. 34. The walls want cracks... they will try but would they succeed?

"Some love stories begin with destiny. The most beautiful ones are built with faith." Zahra never imagined that one decision would change her life forever. What begins as an unexpected journey soon blossoms into a marriage built on trust, patience, unwavering faith, and unconditional love. Beside her is Yusuf-a devoted husband whose kindness, strength, and gentle heart make him her greatest source of comfort. Together, they discover that true love isn't about perfection, but about choosing each other through every season of life. From quiet moments of laughter and heartfelt du'as to the joy of welcoming their twin sons, Aydin and Ayaan, every chapter is a reminder that the strongest families are built on love, mercy, and the remembrance of Allah. Zahra is a heartwarming Muslim family romance filled with emotional moments, cherished memories, and timeless lessons about marriage, parenthood, hope, and gratitude. If you love wholesome romance, family bonds, emotional journeys, and stories that leave your heart full, then this novel is for you. Because some homes are built with bricks... but the most beautiful ones are built with love.

"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?"

Anwar was already moving toward her. "Anwar... don't," she whispered. His hand reached for her veil. She screamed, the sound tearing from her throat as panic took over. "Keep quiet!" he shouted, his voice thunderous, shaking the room. She fought back, pushing at his chest, struggling with everything she had. Fear made her hands shake, but she didn't stop resisting. Her breaths came fast and broken as she tried to escape his grip. his father's call came through and puts it on speaker. "What is happening there?" his father demanded. "Who is screaming like that?" Anwar didn't hesitate. "It's my wife-to-be." Nayara opened her mouth to speak, to scream for help-but Anwar's voice cut her off. "Stay quiet," he warned sharply. On the line, his father's voice exploded, ordering him to stop whatever he was doing. Anwar ignored him. Instead, he picked up his phone again and dialed another number. It rang twice. "Nayara?" her father's tense voice came through. "Where are you? Why aren't you home?" She tried to answer. "She's with me," Anwar said instead. There was a pause. "Who are you?" her father asked. "Her husband-to-be." "What nonsense is this?" her father snapped. Anwar's voice turned cold. "I don't have time. My father is on the line. I want to marry Nayara immediately." Both men started shouting at once through the speaker. Anwar leaned closer to Nayara, lowering his voice so only she could hear. "Tell him." She shook her head, tears filling her eyes. He raised his voice again. "I want her as my wife. Decide now." His father roared through the phone, furious, ordering him to step back. Anwar didn't move. "I'd rather touch her as my wife," he said calmly into the phone, "than do something I won't take responsibility for. If you refuse this marriage, don't expect me to change my mind." Nayara let out a broken scream. Her father's voice cracked as he demanded, "What do you want?" Anwar answered without hesitation. "Marry her to me. Now."

Widowed at twenty-six, just two months after giving birth to her third child, Fatima's world shatters completely when she loses her father on that very same day. Grief settles into her bones, reshaping her heart, her faith, and her understanding of love. How do you conquer a heart that has learned to survive so much pain? A thirty-five-year-old bachelor..... A ruthless businessman. A computer genius. The heir to a billion-dollar oil empire. Khaleepha Bunza chose to remain single, believing control was easier than vulnerability. Perhaps self-preservation was only fear taught to stand tall. What happens when he looks into the most captivating eyes he has ever seen? eyes holding more emotion than he has encountered in a lifetime, and finds himself tethered to them, unable to look away?

Fate of the Eyes By Nafisa Abubakar Sadiq In the quiet village of Karaye, Fatima Musa is known for two things, her brilliance... and her strange, unforgettable eyes. But beauty is not always a blessing. To the villagers, her light brown gaze is a curse. A sign of bad luck. A reason to whisper behind her back, point fingers, and call her names she never deserves. And in a home where love should feel safe, Fatima faces a different kind of pain, one that comes from the people closest to her. All Fatima wants is a future. A chance to study. A chance to escape the small life that is slowly suffocating her dreams. But just when she thinks her life is finally moving forward, everything begins to fall apart. A scholarship opportunity. A marriage proposal. A jealous village. A love she never expected. And a decision that could change her entire destiny. Fatima is trapped between the life she wants and the life others are forcing on her. And in a world where secrets hide behind smiles, one truth is waiting patiently to explode... and when it does, nothing will ever be the same again. Because Fate is watching.

Hanan believed her life was messed up! Growing up into a home which she didn't feel she belonged, her only wish was for everything to be perfect-or at least better. When she met Hafeez, he seemed to embody her idea of the perfect life, making up for all the things that were absent in her life, her ideal "Happily Ever After." But he wasn't. And delving into his world-with promises of a love so full but flawed, along with the dreams she could pick right from the palm of his hand-he offered her what "messed up" truly looked like. And she's left with no other option than to forgo the idea of forever, and all that's left now is an achingly "Never After"