Forced into a marriage neither of them wanted, a fierce Greek mafia princess and a ruthless Sicilian underboss must navigate a storm of power, passion, and betrayal-only to discover that their greatest battle might be against their own hearts. *** They hated each other from the moment they met, but little did they know, they were destined to be together. Millicent Rhea Darmos: Princess of the Greek Mafia. At 25 years old, she's established herself as a self proclaimed boss bitch, running her own publishing company. But now it's time she fulfils her duty to her family's organisation. It's time she gets married. Costantino Salvatore Accardi: Underboss and Heir to the Sicilian Mafia. At 28 years old, he has no interest in settling down-he already has it all. He believes in family above all, so why bring in an outsider? Yet, after a strange string of events, the two of them find themselves thrust into married life. It's full of chaos, drama and all kinds of tension. The question is, how do they survive their marriage and the storm that follows? *** "I've never kissed anyone." My voice trembled with a tinge of vulnerability - something I hated. But Costa didn't seem to mind that I was nervous or anxious. "Good. You're mine." He spoke so seriously, without a flicker of doubt as he took my hand in his. "So you want it be special, principessa?" "Every girl's first kiss is special." I whispered, watching as he brought my hand up to his lips. "I only care about yours."

❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |

Text copyright © 2026. All Rights Reserved by hafsyxx ______ Sometimes the heart chooses what pride refuses to accept. Shahida has always been the loud one. The chaotic one. The girl who laughs too hard, talks too fast, and loves too easily. She has never been afraid of feelings; until now. Falling for her best friend's elder brother's best friend was never part of the plan. Especially not someone calm, distant, and far too composed for her restless world. Determined to protect her friendship and her fragile heart, Shahida buries her feelings deep, pretending nothing has changed. But secrets have a way of surfacing, and just when she begins to hope, whispers of his engagement start to spread. Will Shahida silence her heart before it betrays her? Or is some attraction simply inevitable? Follow Shahida's story as she navigates her feelings and the weight of the inevitable. ______ Cover by me. Image credits to the rightful owner.

Hawa is 22 years old, final year student (Mass Communication), simple but ambitious girl with a gift - she designs and sells her own beautiful clothes, dreaming of a life beyond the ordinary. She never imagined her path would cross with royalty. Prince Omar, the proud heir to the throne, lives in a world of power, politics, and endless expectations. His future is already written - duty before desire, the crown before love. Until he meets her. What starts as an unexpected encounter blossoms into something forbidden... something dangerous. The palace walls are filled with jealousy, secrets, and betrayal. And while Safiyyah only wanted to live her dream, she now finds herself fighting for her love, her dignity, and her place in a world that was never meant for her. ✨ Can a seamstress win the heart of a prince? ✨ Will Umar choose love over the throne? ✨ Or will their story end in heartbreak? Love Beyond the Throne is an unforgettable Arewa royal romance of resilience, sacrifice, and the courage to love against all odds.

Zaynab thought dorm life would be quiet. But when her Qur'an falls off the shelf, and strange whispers echo at night, she realizes- she's not alone. Something unseen lives in the room... And it might not leave until it gets what it wants..

When Allah wants two souls to be together, they will even if the distance between them is the distance between heaven and earth _________ Not every love story begins with fireworks. Sometimes, it starts with broken hearts, quiet prayers, and two souls carrying wounds only time can soothe. Rahmah never believed love would come for her-at least not the kind that stays. The kind that sees your scars, your fears, your silence... and chooses you still. Ahmad was never looking for love, until he found it staring back at him in the quiet strength of a woman who didn't even know her worth. This is a story of two hearts-flawed, fragile, and faithful. Of pain, healing, and the kind of love that doesn't just come and go. It lasts. When love is written by the One who created hearts... it never fades. Follow me to unravel the incredible love story of Ahmad and Rahmah I'm currently writing this book and sharing it as I go. It's not perfect yet, expect some/a lot of errors and unpolished moments. I truly appreciate your presence and support during the process. Hijram Enjoyyy

COMPLETED!!! Abuja - the city of power and secrets. Zayd Ibrahim Khalil leaned against the hood of his Mercedes, the engine still purring, though he wasn't going anywhere. He scrolled absently through his phone, notifications piling in from friends, half the girls in Abuja, and half-hearted invitations to exclusive parties. His thumb hovered, pausing at a recent blog post headline: "If you like make your papa be minister, this babe no really send you!" The picture beneath it showed him -face frowned, mid-rant and her, calm and unwavering, staring him down like he was nothing more than a storm she refused to be swept away by. She wasn't like the others. She didn't care about who his father was, or how much his car cost, or that he'd graduated from one of the best tech universities in Dubai. She didn't want his attention and that only made him want hers even more. Amina "Amal" Muhammad. Final year Petroleum Engineering student. Youngest of her circle. The one whose eyes didn't just look, they saw. The one whose veil wasn't just fabric, it was conviction. He clenched his jaw. "She thinks she's above it all," he muttered. But beneath his arrogance, something twisted in his chest an ache he didn't want to name. It wasn't just rejection. It was something deeper. Something dangerous. Somewhere across town, Amal sat with her journal open, the words flowing like prayers. "He's everything I was taught to stay away from... but somehow, I keep seeing him everywhere I go." Neither of them knew it yet, but this was no ordinary clash of personalities. This was the beginning of a firestorm. One fueled by pride and mystery, the other by power and faith. This was the moment where love first struck... not gently, but like lightning.
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I stiffened in his arms. ‎ ‎He noticed. Awkwardly, he pulled away. ‎ ‎"Sorry," he said, sounding almost shy. "I can wait till you're ready." ‎ ‎My chest tightened. I could barely look at him when I asked, "Can I please have my own separate room?" ‎ ‎I saw the way his mood shifted. His silence said what his mouth didn't. I had hurt him. Still, he nodded. ‎ ‎"Of course you can," he said quietly. "I'll stay in the opposite room." ‎ ‎Guilt rose in my throat like something bitter. I swallowed hard, but it didn't go away. ‎ ‎"I'm sorry," I whispered, my voice small. How could I ask for a separate room on our first night together as a couple? What was wrong with me? ‎ ‎"It's okay," he said with a faint smile, and then he turned and walked out. ‎ ‎As soon as the door closed behind him, I felt the silence crawl back in. It wrapped itself around me like smoke, thick and suffocating. ‎ ‎For reasons I didn't fully understand, his touch had pulled something loose in me, memories I'd long buried beneath years of healing and distractions. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎I could feel my biological mother's coldness in my bones. Her voice sharp like broken glass. Her love, if it ever existed, was measured in cruelty. I had grown up under the weight of her rejection, bullied, maltreated, unloved. And worse. ‎ ‎There were things I never spoke about. Things that lived in shadows. ‎ ‎Things I tried to forget, but that came rushing back when a hand touched my skin for too long... even if it meant no harm. ‎ ‎It wasn't just the loneliness or the bruises. There were nights I still couldn't explain, and memories that made my stomach twist when I let them surface. ‎ ‎It was a cruel world, and I had learned early not to expect softness. ‎ ‎But then came my stepmom. A woman who should have felt like a stranger, but instead gave me warmth I had never known. She loved me with ease. She made peace feel possible. ‎ ‎She helped me believe that happines

"Listen to me Qurratul Ayn, before you go, I want to know; did I ever offend you? Is my love for you too little?" I can feel his hand hovering over mine. He wants to hold it, but he knows better than to do that. "Please, I don't want to do this now. My flight is in thirty minutes." I can feel the tears wetting my Niqab. "No! I want to know. Where did I go wrong? Was it money? I didn't feed you well? I didn't clothe you? My love wasn't enough for you? I need to know, all those years! You're seriously willing to throw them away like they were nothing?" A sob breaks out but I manage to hide it behind a cough. I take a silent deep breath and turn, my Niqab swaying and making a whip sound. "It's not like, they really were nothing! Look, I don't have it in me to explain myself. You said you'd give me whatever I want? Then leave me be. I never loved you okay! I never did, it was all a sham, a facade!" His hand that was looming over mine falls limp beside him and he staggers back. "You're lying." He laughs. It's as if he's trying to convince himself. I scoff. "You think so? Well take a look at this." His eyes fill with tears and he takes one of his hands and place it on his mouth. He can't believe that it's actually true. "Okay, Fa'iza." My heart breaks. He never calls me that, ever. "I know something is wrong, and wallahi I'm going to find it out and bring you back to my house in six months. I promise." I feel my heart squeeze knowing his promise can never come to pass, ever. Death is nearing me so nothing can be done. Absolutely nothing. * Ten years of loving, doting over each other and marriage, Fa'iza upped and suddenly said she wanted out of the marriage. After months of persuasion and blackmail, Bello let her go, but before she left, he made a promise. Would he be able to fulfill this promise? STARTED: COMPLETED: