"Breathe Malaki" Azev whispers, his breath fanning against her face. He inhales Everytime she exhales as he attempts to steal every breath of hers. "Z...Zev" Her chest rises and falls, her breathing coming out short. The hand trailing up her thigh makes it impossible for her to think properly. Azev stares at her, his gaze boring into her his gaze narrowed and grey orbs growing darker. "You get married to him sweetheart, I'll set everything and everyone ablaze. I'm sure you know how much of a lunatic I am for you" He whispers, his words accompanied by his skimming fingers. Going to Monaco to attend a business meeting on behalf of her father was the plan. But she leaves there with the scent of a mysterious and rugged man from a one night stand, and her Anklet as payment. Kiara is the daughter of a wealthy family, coming from one who is protective and extremely strict her perfect life comes tumbling after a one nightstand especially when he starts chasing her. The man screams danger everywhere he goes with an air that makes it hard to breathe and now he has set his eyes on a woman. His. Malaki. Azev Zaviyar Al Jazzi, A crown prince and wealthy billionaire refuses to let go of the woman he spent one night with even when forces are against them. What starts as an obsession might just be more. Flustered and red from being stared at she moves her hips, her movements hesitant and unsure. The fast rising of his chest and the way his gaze refuses to move from her tells her just how affected he is

"What are you doing here" She questions eyeing him while walking towards her closet to pull off the clothes from the party. The prince is sitted on the bed, fingers fisting the sheets as he stares at her his Adam's apple bobbing from each ragged breath. "I'm here for you" He states his voice raspy. stunned she turns around so fast she stumbles "Here for me" the laugh that escapes her is unintentional. "Excuse me your highness but please get out" Now with a slightly colder voice she tells him trying to be polite. He freezes, eyes darkening at her words before wetting his lips "I'm not going anywhere, now come here. I want you" He says eyes fixed on her and she lets out a breath her glare begining to form. "No" The word escapes her as she turns to walk into the closet. "I'm here as your husband" The prince mutters and she freezes, her own fingers tightening over the silk dress she has on before she whips her head to stare at him. when her family would visit the palace she'd always leave with one name and that is 'His wife' with whispers within and outside the palace crawling over her as they refered to her as the 'Prince's wife' 'Judge's wife' but she'd brushed it all aside deciding it was best to address such issues when they are about to happen and unknown to her it came sooner than later. Their wedding was set to take place in a few days and she felt only calm towards it only for her to wait...wait and be told he's getting married to another and that she's out of the equation. Broken, confused and cold is what she feels but she lets it all go thinking maybe they were never meant to be. what happens a few years later when she's summoned home by her father, she introduces her man only to get rejected and this time she's told she'll marry the prince as his 'Second' wife his Second choice and this is where she catches on fire after all 'What remains of them'. Will she marry the prince. Not when he's one hell of a mad man. Them

Copyright© 2021. All rights reserved. The trees swayed ominously, their interwoven limbs resembling outstretched arms beneath the ethereal ghost moon. Growls emanated from the darkness, just as she had suspected. The fierce wind lashed at the hood of her raven hoodie, wrenching it from its ties, leaving her vulnerable to the freezing winter assault. Fear surged, each breath creating a visible fog. Her heart pounded in her chest, but she refused to give in. She had come too far to let fear overcome her. Summoning every ounce of strength, she sprinted down the dark, unknown path, urging her feet to carry her to a mysterious and enigmatic destination. She would not remain tethered to the stranger her father had forced her to marry while she had been fighting for her life in a hospital bed. How could he have done such a thing to her? Her hatred for him intensified tenfold... The relentless pursuit abruptly halted, her voice releasing a high-pitched yelp at the unexpected sight. Before her stood her rejuvenated nightmare, her husband. She was not the least bit frightened, but the man had pledged to her father that he would stay married to her for eternity. "Seems like we're destined to be shrouded in this ominous darkness," he grinned, his smile dripping with menace, sending shivers down her spine. The desperate words she willed her mind to say failed to escape. Her retort of "Whatever, Police Officer" deserted her.

Copyright© 2022. All rights reserved. Two people forced to live under the same roof in the name of something called 'conjugation' a sacred relationship that is supposed to be filled with love, tolerance, patience, consideration, listening and respect but in this situation, it is the total opposite of what a marriage encompasses. Theirs is filled with castigation, intolerance, cowardice and heedlessness. Merged with dramatic in-laws, the family is turned upside down. Although she couldn't see his face, she sensed a change in the atmosphere... the fierce will of a warrior in battle, the urge to conquer and dominate. Aware of his violence barely kept in check, Layla remained very still. She kept her face turned away and listened to his breathing, until the deepening movements of his lungs became calm once more. Not at all moved of scared, she lifted a mocking brow and jeered. "Go to hell, Captain!"

Copyright© 2019. All rights reserved. "I never thought I would say this to anyone, but I want you to use me, exploit me in every possible way, Mami. Use my shoulders to cry on and my arms to be hugged, my body to receive warmth, my chest to keep your head on and badge it with your make-up, my heartbeats and breathings to lull you to sleep, my hair to tug and play with, my eyes to lose yourself in, my accent to swoon over, my insensate jokes to laugh and giggle, my kisses to make you feel loved, enhance your confidence and make you feel perfect and my touches to take away your insecurities and vulnerabilities. You, mami, are the best person to ever grace this universe. Use me as your sun, moon, stars, night, day, everything and anything you want. Use me anytime but don't shut me out like you did for the past week, I can't deal with that. By Allah, it takes away my sanity and reason to live. Tell me please..." Zayn Borkan, makes her feel as though, perfection is real for whatever she does, is right to him. Even when her breathing pace changes, his heart spiked up in worry. There is nothing more important than Nana Aisha to Zayn and there never will. She is just too perfect and pure, also the most beautiful person to grace the earth for him. "I wish I could hold your heart, Cradle it gently in my hands. My arms are not strong enough, To hold what is not meant for it. My eyes have seen a lot of things, And I thought I'd seen them all. But the way your smile ignites my own, Makes me think there's so much more to see. This walls around this heart of mine, Have stood, collecting dust. But it's as though you've found the gate, That leads right to my trust. I've liked my name before but not anymore, But on your lips, it's heart warming. And your voice is my new favorite song, That's forever on repeat. But even though I feel this, I can never let you see. Because you deserve a whole lot more, Than a broken soul like me." No plagiarizing of this book! Aishatu

On the day she got to know about him, Ayra Leilani Abdulaziz realised she wanted nothing more from the world than to be Ibrahim Fahad's wife. Years later, her dreams are coming true and she's in the one place she'd dreamt of all along: right by his side with his surname as hers. Unlike the sunshine and rainbows she'd imagined, Ayra's forced to learn that being Mrs Fahad is nothing like her fantasies as the picture perfect position is nothing but an illusion, concealing ugly cracks in seemingly perfect portraits, intelligently crafted lies, deceitful masks, and betrayals that come in the worst of ways. Once all is unveiled and up in flames, and there's no way to turn back, what then happens when everything becomes too little and too late...?

The first time they met, Ayman Hakeem Bellow knew there was more to the woman named Ayra Leilani Abdulaziz but there were boundaries he knew better than to cross. While he knew they would see each other more often with his cousin courting her best friend, the last thing Ayman expected was for them to meet under different conditions; as employer and employee in a brand he's built from scratch with his cousin, Aneesa. Following her divorce from Ibrahim Fahad, all Ayra Leilani Abdulaziz wants is to find herself and get her life back on track for her sake and for the sake of those she loves just so they no longer have a reason to worriedly fuss over her. The last thing she expects is for her boss to turn out to be Ayman Hakeem Bello; the same man who'd left an impression when she visited the UK, and the very cousin of the man her best friend is courting. Their friendship is a natural occurrence with how interwoven their lives become and they tell themselves that's all it'll ever be. After all, they've both taken shots at love and they both ended up with broken hearts. However, love sometimes blooms when and where you least expect it to, and Ayman and Ayra are about to learn that sometimes, falling in love again is better done late than never...

[UNDER EDITING] BASED ON A HAUSA LIFESTYLE. --- "Too bad you're mine and you have no choice but to stick with me" --- Falling in love was the last thing Hameeda expected when it came to Umar Kashim. Especially when their first meeting ended with an argument, and a dislike that only seemed to grow with every encounter. But when circumstances force them closer than either of them ever intended, things between them begin to change. Maybe they weren't as different as they thought, maybe they were. And maybe falling in love with someone you couldn't stand was the easiest part of the journey. --- Story Rankings #1 in Nigeria out of 1,000+ stories #1 in Umar out of 43 stories #4 in wattpadstories out of 1,000+ stories #13 in Discovery out of 1,000+ stories #43 in Muslim out of 1,000+ stories #69 in wattpad out of 1,000+ stories #210 in Relationship out of 1,000 stories #960 in Hausa out of 1,000+ stories

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?

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