Nuwaira has everything,except the one life she has always dreamed of. At thirty-one, she's a celebrated fashion designer;brilliant, admired, and impossible to ignore. Yet the one thing she has always wanted most; a marriage, and a family, has always slipped just out of reach. Once, she came heartbreakingly close. Adil has never truly been part of her world. Their interactions have never gone beyond polite greetings. Even as a child, Nuwaira knew he didn't like her, she didn't like him too and had never pretended otherwise. "You'll never change, Nuwairah." "And you'll always be self-righteous," she shot back. Adil thinks he knows exactly the kind of woman she is. But rumors are easy. Truth is harder. When life begins to unravel in ways Nuwaira never expected, the last person she wants near her becomes the one who refuses to leave,long enough to see the woman behind the gossip and armor. Long enough to fall for her. Even if trusting him might mean opening her heart again... after losing everything she once believed was certain. Yours, Nuwaira is a slow-burn, deeply emotional romance about misjudgment, resilience, and the fragile courage it takes to love again,because sometimes the last person you'd ever trust with your heart becomes the one who falls first... and refuses to let you face the storm alone.

"A marriage neither of them chose. A chemistry they can't ignore. And a fate neither of them can escape." "You're avoiding me." Yusra froze, fingers tightening around the silk scarf. She didn't turn. "I'm not." Fahad scoffed. "You barely look at me. You barely speak to me." "Maybe there's nothing to say." He stepped closer, his voice low. "You've been acting like I don't exist since the conveyance. If you have a problem, say it." Yusra turned, chin lifted. "Why would I? It's not like you care." His jaw tightened. "You think I don't?" "You don't act like it." Silence. Heavy, charged. Then, before she could move, his fingers brushed hers-a fleeting touch, but enough to send a jolt of heat through her. She inhaled sharply. "You think I don't care? Since when?" His voice was rough, edged with something dangerous. He leaned in, forcing her to look up. "Then tell me why you're shaking." She wasn't. At least, she didn't think she was. But now, with his touch lingering, she wasn't so sure. Fahad's gaze flickered to her parted lips before he pulled back, his restraint like a thread about to snap. "You don't want me to care, Yusra," he murmured. "Because if I do, neither of us will be able to stop what happens next." And just like that, he walked away-leaving her breathless, rattled, and desperate to understand why she suddenly wanted him to turn back.

AN AREWA SLOW-BURN... ©2025 all rights reserved --- Aisha Hassan Saeed never planned to work for a man like Sudais Abubakar Muhammad - the meticulous, intimidating CEO who somehow manages to stress her, confuse her, and fascinate her all at once. She's outspoken, funny, and full of trouble. He's controlled, calculating, and impossible to read. They clash in the office, argue over little things, and pretend they can't stand each other. But underneath the sarcasm, the quiet looks, and the unspoken tension... something is shifting. This is a slow-burn story about a boss who swears he doesn't care, a PA who swears she can't be bothered, and the undeniable pull between two people who were never supposed to get close - yet somehow keep finding their way back to each other. --- ~"An image of complexity, painted in the subtilities of black and gray."

Amali's life has never been gentle. A stepbrother who calls obsession "love." A stepsister who bullies her for existing. A mother who expects perfection, no matter the cost. Then, one week before her stepsister's wedding to Muhammad Zayn... she disappears. To protect her family's image, Amali is forced to step into a marriage built on conditions, silence, and a promise of divorce the moment her stepsister returns. But Zayn is cold. Controlled. unreadable. And the closer Amali gets to him, the more the truth twists around her. Who is Muhammad Zayn behind that icy mask? Why does he watch her like he knows more than he says? And what will happen when the secrets they're both hiding finally explode?

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

Pulse of Forever In the vibrant chaos of Lagos-Summaiya is drowning in expectation. Medical school demands everything: her mind, her time, her soul. But nothing drains her more than the presence of one man. Professor Muktar Abdullahi. Young. Surgeon. Authority. Confidence. Discipline. brilliant. feared. untouchable. His words cut sharper than his scalpel. His eyes? Cold enough to freeze a room. No one dares get close. No one even tries. He's the man whose silence drowns out entire lecture halls. Whose precision in the operating room borders on brutal. Whose eyes never stray-but when they do, they linger. She hates how she feels on edge around him. Then the unthinkable happens-life pulls her into his world, not as student and professor, but something more intimate. Unspoken. Unnatural. A closeness that neither acknowledges, but both endure. In the quiet moments between them, something sharp begins to shift. A question without form, an ache without name. Is he still the same cold, unreachable professor? Or is there something under the surface-fractured, tender, hers? As secrets press in and old wounds whisper from the past, Summaiya finds herself unraveling everything she thought she knew about love, about duty, and about the man who shouldn't bother her-but somehow does. Pulse of Forever is a haunting, emotionally charged love story of restraint, redemption, and the quiet war between two hearts still learning how to beat-as one.

Aya A Novel 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.

Surrayya doesn't do complications. Life is sweet when you keep things simple- bake, paint, watch F1, and avoid emotional entanglements. Feelings? Too messy. Love? Too risky. She'd rather stick to what she can control: her dreams, her business, and her ever-growing collection of car facts no one asks for. Hafiz likes life structured. Numbers make sense. Investments have predictable outcomes. He has always believed that with enough discipline, life can be controlled. But lately, he's starting to realize- some things aren't meant to follow a formula, proving that even the best-laid plans can crash and burn. Their paths weren't supposed to cross. And yet, somehow, they crashed into each other-in the most unexpected place. She's all spontaneity; he's all logic. She runs from feelings; he's learning to confront them. Neither of them is looking for love, but love? It might just be looking for them. Because sometimes, the best things in life happen when you're not paying attention.

LOVE FROM AFAR

There is a thin line between love and hate. A delicate balance, a twist of fate. A tender glance, a fiery gaze. A gentle touch, a heated shove. Yet in the balance we are known to reside, where love and hate collide in our hearts. So as we walk the line and we embrace the fire, with the love that soothes and the hate that tires.. along the line, we realize that something so strong, can only ever be compared to something even stronger. Such is the case for Khayrah Ammal and Muhammad Adnaan. Where in the pursuit of disdain, lines get crossed and what we thought was so clearly hate, turns out to be something softer, something with a promise. Though, with all love stories, there can never be a promise of a happily ever after. Something so close might sometimes be farther than we think.