In my own house, I was nothing more than a servant- a ghost with my father's name and none of his love. Until the most powerful man in the room looked at me... and chose me. Not for love. Not for desire. But to destroy someone else. Ares Hawthorne doesn't ask. He decides. And that night, he decided I would be his wife. Just like that- I was traded, signed, and sealed into a marriage I never wanted. He calls me "wife" like it's a warning. Touches me like I'm something he owns. Looks at me like I'm a game he already won. But I won't break for him. I won't beg. And I refuse to become another thing he controls. The problem? The more I resist him... the more dangerous he becomes. Because Ares Hawthorne doesn't lose. And now... I'm the one thing he can't control. The Sovereign. The Saint. A marriage built on control, power, and something far more dangerous than love. This isn't a fairytale. There's no prince. And there's definitely no soft romance here. Just obsession. Tension. And a man who doesn't know how to feel- until her. _____ A Glimpse "Feel how easily I slide in?" he whispered hotly against her ear, breath warm on her damp skin. "This body knows who it belongs to now. Even if your mouth still fights me... your pussy doesn't lie." Celeste bit her lip, trying not to moan, but her hips rocked helplessly against his hand. "Tell me to stop," he challenged, pumping his fingers faster, deeper. "Say the word and I'll walk away... or spread your legs wider and let me ruin you properly." ----- A dark romance with a possessive antihero, "touch her and die". "His to Devour | 18+" is a standalone dark romance novel. It is the 5th book of the "The Hawthorne Legacy " series.

A marriage arranged by families, a bond neither of them asked for-yet both accepted in silence. She was shy, carrying dreams she never voiced. He was distant, bound by duty more than desire. At first, their world together was made of unspoken words, polite gestures, and the quiet space between two strangers sharing the same roof. But slowly, the little moments began to change everything-his concern when she fell sick, her smile when he teased her, the comfort of late-night talks that erased their distance. What began as hesitation turned into trust, what felt like compromise grew into companionship, and before they knew it, their hearts had already chosen love. This is not just a story of marriage-it is a journey of finding love after vows, of discovering a soulmate in a stranger, and of realizing that sometimes the most unexpected beginnings lead to the most beautifulForever

Bai taba tunanin zai so taba, cuz she is so stubborn and funny, ko mazan anguwan ta tsorata suke Ji, he fell for her without noticing it, he took all the risk, bare the consequences, tho they did it together she stood by his side, they faced it all, and it All starts from hate, dislike, and turned to an eternal love

He was her calm. She was his storm. But storm doesn't only destroy, they also force rain. And rain? It makes things grow.

Zarah is twenty, but her body is a battlefield. She's a master of the brave smile the one she wears so the people she loves don't have to see her breaking. After a lifetime of fighting Sickle Cell, the arrival of Leukemia feels like a final, cruel betrayal. She has spent her youth tracing the patterns on cold hospital sheets, enduring the unendurable, while her fading pulse threatens to quiet for good. Dr. Zayn knows exactly what it means to hold a life in his hands. A single father who prides himself on his clinical composure, Zayn is used to the sterile distance of the ward. But the girl in Room 402 undoes him. He doesn't just see a diagnosis; he sees a fierce, remarkable spirit he is desperate to anchor to this world. Between the hum of monitors and his own daughter's whispered bedtime stories, Zayn finds himself falling for a woman whose every breath is a victory. In the quietest corners of the hospital, something unexpected blooms. It's a love built on gentle jokes, whispered confessions, and hands held tight against the approaching dark. But medicine has its limits, and as surgeries fail and hope grows thin, Zayn is forced to face the ultimate question: How do you save someone who has already accepted the end? Zayn and Zarah is a raw, emotional journey through the wreckage of illness toward a light neither of them saw coming. It's a story of courage, the strength of a father's heart, and a love that refuses to let go, even when the monitors scream.

He was ice. She was wildfire. He built walls. She broke them with words. When a market encounter lands lively Siddiqah Bello a job in the intimidating world of billionaire CEO Hudayfah Magaji, both are thrown into a storm they never saw coming. She drives him crazy with her chatter and mischief. He drives her mad with his silence and control. But when fate forces them to face hidden wounds from their pasts, they'll discover that sometimes love isn't calm or perfect-sometimes it's loud, messy, and breathtakingly real. A heartwarming enemies-to-lovers tale of mischief, faith, and unexpected love, set between northern culture, corporate drama, and the quiet power of destiny.

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.

A prince who wants nothing. A girl who remembers nothing. When Athwa Al-Qays is taken, broken, and stripped of her past, she becomes nothing more than a gift in a royal palace. But Sahir Sultan is not a man who accepts gifts. Cold. Untouchable. Bound to a future he never chose. Until her. Her silence draws him in. Her beauty haunts him. Her presence threatens everything he stands for. He was meant to marry a princess. She was never meant to matter. But in a world of power, secrets, and betrayal... The girl with no memory might become the only thing he refuses to lose. She was given to him as a gift. He was never meant to keep her. Sahir Sultan, the perfect heir. Athwa Al-Qays, the girl with no past. One glance changed everything. And she became the reason he smiles. But there's a problem. A dangerous one. A past that refuses to stay buried. Because the moment she steps into sahir's heart he returns. Rakan Sultan. The ruthless, merciless prince. The man who owns the darkness. The same man she once ran from... The same man who almost made her his. ⸻ Now she's trapped between two brothers: One who protects her. One who wants to claim her. One who offers her peace. One who is her nightmare. And Athwa? She remembers nothing. But her heart... is starting to choose. ⸻ Because in a world of power, obsession, and secrets- She isn't just a gift. She is the war. 🔥

"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.