She felt his warm palm on her wrist and at once she was facing him. Without warning, his lips engulfed hers, setting her on fire just like she did him. His lips were warm and soft and she revelled in it as she shut her eyes, her body instantly warming up to the kiss. She wrapped her arms around him, marvelling at how their bodies fit perfectly together. It felt so good, like her head was rotating. Nothing else mattered. Just the two of them. This was all she needed. Someone who accepted her for her. Her flaws, her beauty, herself, hook line and sinker. She withdrew reluctantly, angry she had to stop the kiss and also afraid someone had seen them. As she stared into his eager eyes, she knew she loved him but she couldn't help thinking she was doing the wrong thing. She loved him, but it wasn't fair to his girl. She could do anything, run, apologise, but she followed her heart. She drew him back and continued the kiss. A Nigerian themed story bound to leave you yearning for the next chapter.

Yasmeen never imagined her father would marry her off to Khaleel-a man she barely knows, a stranger with sharp eyes and a softer side he hides from the world. Their marriage starts with silence, cold stares, and unanswered texts... but fate keeps pulling them closer. Between stolen glances, unspoken words, and late-night drives, Yasmeen slowly learns that falling for her husband might be the sweetest kind of danger. But she isn't alone in this story. Her best friend Intisar carries scars of her own, and Ya Amar-the quiet observer-might just be the one to heal them. ✨ Secrets. Silent wars. Slow-burn tension. When duty collides with desire, will love be enough to save them all?

Adama Sani, an average twenty-eight year old that works in one of the best hospitals in the state as a nurse. After the divorce with one of the doctors in the hospital, she slides into depression. Masking it with a smile. She becomes a home nurse so she could take care of Qahhar Haroon, a 35 year old leukaemia patient. Qahhar and Adama get really close when he realizes his feelings for her. Adama on the other hand, still has feelings for her ex husband. How would Qahhar make Adama move on and fall in love with him?

Started 10 July 2019 Finished 10 June 2020 NOT EDITED A story about how a thirty eight year old falls in love with a seventeen year old girl. Mohammed Umar Zama a very successful business man and the owner of many companies, restaurants, casinos around the world with a wealth even he could not count. He is a drug lord he sells weapons and drugs as a part time business to countries all over the globe which brings us to our lady Amina Abubakar Abdullahi a sixteen year old teenager with five over protective big brothers and she's not yet done with her high school. The last born of an honest Nigerian politician. The former Governor of Sokoto State a two times Senator and the current president of Nigeria This book has a huge age gap between Moha and Amina. If you have a problem with books with age gap then you have been warned. Happy reading. This is my third story and I hope you give it a chance YAR MODIBBO CE

~BOOK 4 IN THE DESIRES SERIES~ STARTED ON 5 JANUARY 2022 FINISHED ON 21 MARCH 2022 Quote:Forgiveness is the way to find peace, until we learn to forgive only then we will be happy Sequel to untainted desires. #3 in bullystory. On. 25-march-2022 #8 in desires On 20-feb-2022 #6 in Nigerian On 26-feb-2022 #19 in Africa On 15-march-2022 #14. In desires. On. 25-march-2022 #1 in Hausa on 12-April-2022 #2 in Nigeria. On 5-nov-2022 He was her bully, She was the reason he got expelled. What happened after several years there path cross again. Huzaif and farhana where long highschool mate she was a junior and huzaif was a senior in his last year, One glance at Farhana he feel the need to make her life in the school miserable, he has an overwhelming DISTASTEFUL DESIRES toward her, to quench that Odium desires he bullied her to the point that she couldn't endure the pain and reported him to the school authority which lead to him been expelled. After several years he's back again in her life, this time as her lecturer in the final year of her university. With the fire of vengeance burning in huzaif he vow to avenge what she did to him. Never did he know that single vindictive act will be a start of his karma, one that will quench the odium and Distasteful desires into a besotted infatuation that will cost him everything.

🖤 Tenure A Dark Student-Professor Romance by Boity M. Some girls go to college to find themselves. I came to disappear. Late transfer. Shy. Obsessed with grades, not guys. That was supposed to be me. Until I walked into his class. Mr. Jackson isn't just a professor - he's the professor. Cold, sharp, brilliant. A man who doesn't smile, doesn't flinch, and doesn't forget a face. Especially not mine. He saw me when no one else did. Now, I'm the one he watches. The one he keeps after class. The one he calls by name when no one else dares speak. I didn't plan to want him. He didn't plan to need me. But we crossed a line neither of us can uncross. This isn't just forbidden. It's dangerous. Because the classroom is his kingdom. And I'm about to bring it to its knees.

A reckless night of passion, a stranger's cold departure... But what happens when the man who ignited your wildest desires turns out to be the one person you never expected-your professor? Caught between forbidden attraction and harsh reality, she's about to step into a world of control, secrets, and a marriage she never wanted but can't escape. His touch burns like fire, his demands shatter every boundary. In this dangerous game of power and passion, surrender isn't a choice-it's survival. Brace yourself for a dark, steamy journey where love and control collide, and nothing is as it seems. 18+ | Explicit Content | Forced Marriage | Professor-Student Romance

Surayya Galadima isn't just a name: it's a statement. The woman everyone watches but never truly knows. A vision of sophistication and perfectionist in every sense of the word. Everything about her is deliberate, not forced, just naturally refined. She owns every room she steps into exuding an effortless confidence that makes her the girl everyone either wants to be or wants to have. And if you claim neither, you're lying, or just jealous. Surayya has mastered the art of keeping the world at arm's length while still keeping them hooked. Just enough glimpses to keep people watching. Never personal, never too much. People call her cold and some call her snobbish. But that's because only a few people get to see past her walls. Those who assume they know her? They only know the version she chooses to show. Tareeq Maiyaki isn't just royalty: he is the silent storm, power in its most dangerous form with his destiny written long before he could even walk. A man of few words, but when he speaks, everyone listens. He doesn't need to demand attention, he simply exists and the world adjust. Maybe it comes with the royal lineage or just raw commanding energy. If there's one thing in his ever so calculated life that refuses to bend to his will, it's Surayya Galadima. The one name he name he never speaks, the one thought he never acknowledges, yet she's always there. The exception. The complication. >>> When life took them by surprise and got them tangled in the most unexpected situation, will their strong-headedness and ego win...or love, the most powerful emotion known to mankind?

A Hausa/english kinda story about three sisters and how they cope with their arranged marriage.

"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.