It's Courtney's senior year in high school, and as if the academic pressure isn't enough, life seems to be throwing everything at her all at once. Her parents' marriage is falling apart, her best friend is slowly losing a battle with osteosarcoma, and prom? No date, no interest, no energy. Everything feels overwhelming. Still, Courtney's determined not to let it break her. Happiness might come in fleeting moments-but those are the ones she holds onto the most, the ones she wishes could last forever. What happens when she meets Enzo-a transfer student who believes you don't have to wait for someday. That you can have your forever now. And maybe... just maybe, he's right. Sometimes, forever doesn't have to wait. Copyright Notice: DO NOT COPY MY WORK!

Asma'u believes in marriage the way she believes in oxygen - necessary, non-negotiable, and somehow always just out of reach. She comes by it honestly. Growing up watching her parents love each other with the kind of ease that looks effortless and never is, she decided early that she wanted exactly that. The same warmth, the same certainty, the same soft place to land. What she got instead was a series of men that can only be described as practice for patience. After enough disasters to fill a journal - and she has, unfortunately, filled one - Asma'u is starting to wonder if the problem is her. Then Yahya comes back. She remembers him as the neighbor's son who was nineteen when she was twelve - patient, steady, the kind of person who made the world feel safe just by being in it. When he appears at her parents' door years later and asks for her hand the same evening, it feels like an answer to every Dua she's ever made. She says yes before she finishes thinking. This is a story of love, desperation, and the quiet cost of marrying a memory.

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?

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"I can never get married to you.i deserve better.he said with his usual screwed up face which always makes his handsome face have wrinkles. "today,here and now I promise you that you will come and plead with me to get married to you.Nawal trying to nurse her bruised ego. she felt hurt at the blunt refusal he just displayed.she felt rejected and all alone . she saw no reason why they all kept playing with her mind and feelings. Jabbar would have laughed at her silly statement if not for the kind of person he is and the kind of personality he posses. all he knows how to do is prove he is perfect and deserves everything to be perfect. he's demanding. "that day has not been created and it will never be". he said and walked out with his guards behind him.his walking imitates order, his speech is final and his look is commanding. that's just how he is.always daring. stay tuned to find out how the love story of an arrogant prince and a common girl goes on when lies, secrets, deceit and evil lies ahead of them. don't allow to be gisted stay and read about this exciting love story on your own.

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⚠️ Author's Note: This story is a fictional medical romance. It does not strictly follow real-life medical training timelines or rotations. Some events (such as housemanship placements and progression) are adapted for storytelling purposes.

Love Bouquet is a gentle story about love that arrives unexpectedly, one moment, one decision, one flower at a time. Zaynahra never planned to fall in love. Carefree, outspoken, and content with her quiet independence, marriage was never on her list of urgencies, until a misunderstanding turns her life in a direction she never imagined. Bound by a three-month agreement with a man she barely knows, she steps into a space between certainty and curiosity, fear and faith. Khairan is calm where she is loud, deliberate where she is impulsive. What begins as convenience slowly becomes companionship, and what feels temporary starts to take root in ways neither of them anticipated. Through family expectations, private doubts, tender gestures, and unspoken prayers. This is not a story of perfect romance. It is a story of becoming. Of trust. Of tawakkul. Of learning that love is not found all at once, but carefully placed in the heart, one flower at a time.

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.

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?