Slow burn | Secret Past | Angst with HEA ___________________________ A changed surname. A stranger city. And a royal mess that no one saw coming. It only took one move to turn six lives into a battlefield of power, pain, and past promises. What began as a quest for revenge has now become a fight for justice. What started as a business deal now begs for redemption. And what once looked like a family promise demands nothing short of sacrifice. Beneath the surface, love tangles with lies. Desire dances with deception. And fate? It plays a puppeteer, pulling strings no one can escape. This isn't just a story anymore. It's a legacy of scars, secrets, and shattered truths. | Dark. Devastating. Devious | • Welcome to the lore • ___________________________ NOT A STANDALONE Sequel to: 𝙀𝘾𝙃𝙊𝙀𝙎 𝙊𝙁 𝘿𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙔 | 𝑴𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒆 ✦ Echoes Trilogy | Book Two ✦

Some know her as Aisha the troublemaker, the girl whose laughter dances a little too freely, the light that seems to chase shadows from every room she enters. But he sees something different... a side the world will never notice, a quiet storm behind her smile, a fire that burns just for him. To him, she is no one else, no mask, no pretense she is only one thing: his Ayla -Book Two of The Shettima Series- Out Now ✨

Every girl, whether she is confident or not, at time of nikkah, become hesitated to say yes. The feeling that your sur name is going to change and you are giving your life to another person is very horrible. Same was the case with Saba. She saw toward Sahir who was looking to another side. His face was so serious that Saba felt afraid of him. .................... It is the story of Saahir and Saba. Join their journey of halal love. Winner of Swan book awards! Hello guys! This is my first novel so it will contain mistakes. Please tolerate it and give me your honest comments. Book cover by YoungWwriter. I am so thankful for this beautiful cover😍 Read! Enjoy! Vote and share it😊

"Don't touch me" He said through gritted teeth, "I don't know what I'll do if you touch me" My heart dropped. "I don't want to see you like this" I frowned and hesitantly tried to touch his shoulder, but he grabbed my hand tightly but gently. "Fuck it" He murmured as he held my jaw and pressed his lips on mine. (The guy is 22 and the girl is 17 a few months away from 18. If you're bothered by that please don't read it.)

Aya Book One of the Shettima Series Dive into the life of Aya Usman Aliyu Shettima. If you think you can handle her story... read on and find out ;) Trigger warning ⚠️ this book hurts. And it doesn't just hurt a little it cuts deep.

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.

"The groom is finally here." Khalid's eyes moved to them slowly. Cold. Sharp. "Get out." They hesitated, unsure they heard him right. "I said get the fuck out of my house!" The anger in his voice left no room for argument. Both girls flinched, fear flashing across their faces. Without another word, they rushed past him, nearly tripping over their steps as they fled the room. The door closed behind them. Silence returned - thick and unbearable. Khalid stood there for a moment, just watching her. Ayesha's shoulders shook. Her hands trembled in her lap. She felt his gaze on her like weight pressing her down. Slowly, she tried to stand, her legs weak beneath her. She couldn't breathe properly. She just wanted to leave. Anywhere. Anywhere but here. She took a step toward the door. "Where do you think you're going?" His voice stopped her cold. She swallowed hard, her throat tight, her voice barely a whisper as she answered, "O-out..." Khalid let out a short, humorless laugh. "Aren't you my bride?" he said. "It's our wedding night. Our first night." His tone turned dark. "We should celebrate." Before she could react, he reached out, pulling away her veil. The world tilted. Panic rushed through her veins as he pushed her back onto the bed. "No," she shook her head desperately, tears spilling faster now. "I don't want this. Please-" Her words fell apart on her tongue. He wasn't listening. Hovering above her, his presence felt overwhelming, crushing. The ceiling blurred through her tears. Her hands clenched the sheets, her body stiff with fear. Then something inside her broke. This was her reality now. This was her life. He was her husband. Slowly, she stopped struggling. Her eyes closed tightly, lashes wet, tears escaping anyway. Her lips trembled as she whispered the only words she could find, her voice small, broken, and defeated. "Please... be gentle." a marriage of force. tortured love. love after marriage.

UNEDITED CHAPTERS 1-25 Armani grew up starved of affection. In a house where love should have lived, her mother's coldness taught her to expect nothing from anyone. She learned to keep her feelings quiet, her hopes small, and her heart guarded. But everything changes when she is forced into an arranged marriage with Zaid Ismael AbdulRahman-a 26-year-old architectural prodigy and powerful multi-millionaire businessman. To the world, Zaid is known as a cold, calculating man. Reserved, disciplined, and distant, he is the kind of man people respect... and fear. No one has ever seen warmth in his eyes. Except Armani. From the very first day of their marriage, the man the world calls heartless treats her with a gentleness she has never known. The same Zaid who terrifies boardrooms speaks to her softly, watches over her quietly, and protects her in ways she never expected. Confused by his kindness and haunted by a lifetime without love, Armani begins to wonder: why is the coldest man in the world so warm only to her? In a marriage that was never meant to hold love, Armani may finally discover the one thing she thought she would never have-a heart that chooses her, every single day. ✨

Zulaiha Abdallah is a final-year medical student at Nile University, Abuja, living with a past the world refuses to let go. She once loved the wrong man-an abusive relationship kept hidden from everyone. One night, while trying to protect herself, he died. The court ruled it self-defence, but society passed its own judgement. Cleared by law, yet condemned by people, Zulaiha is forced to live with labels such as "A woman who lost her virginity before marriage" whispers, and the stigma of not fitting into society's idea of a "pure" woman. During a visit home for Eid in Kano, her life takes another turn when she is pushed into an arranged marriage meant to settle debts and repair damaged reputations-not to bring love or healing. Her soon-to-be husband, Umar Al Muqtadir, is a respected and successful man with a past as dark as hers. Years ago, an affair led to a child he never got to raise, his lover commited sucide, and a promise he made to never forget her and to find his child. Two broken souls. One forced marriage. Secrets buried deep. As the truth about the past begins to surface- What happens when Umar finds out his child was killed by his girlfriend- about death, guilt, and a child lost "Who was this girlfriend?" -Zulaiha must face the question that has followed her all her life: Is this marriage her punishment... or her only chance at survival?

Copyright 2026 ©️ All Rights Reserved. Ruqayya Anna Balarabe is a name Nigeria knows by heart. An award-winning actress, a constant face on billboards and screens, admired, envied and wrapped in controversy. Justice Arabi Dikko lives by order, restraint, and rules. Sharp-tongued, calculating, and untouchable in the courtroom, his name alone commands respect. He is everything discipline demands-and everything scandal despises. When a case that was never meant to reach his desk lands before him, Arabi expects routine. What he doesn't expect is her. The nation's most controversial star. The woman who represents everything he stands against. The verdict should have been the end. Instead, it becomes the beginning. Because some encounters don't fade with a gavel strike. 
Some stories don't end in court. 
And some feelings feel dangerously... like love. By Ferdeausee_.