This is a story of self-discovery and growth. Jidda is that woman that everybody sees on the internet and admires. But before that woman, there was a broken girl who struggled to become who she is today. Khalifa, the second born of the Emir of Zazzau, is the man she never thought she needed in her life. Regardless of his status, she just wants to be independent and have fun. Behold the story of Jidda and her darling prince as they overcome all odds while staying in each other's arms until the very end. This is the first book in (The Khalifas) series. 🫠

Islam spread around the Arabian peninsula and beyond. Many embraced the religion of Allah and the prophet as their messenger, uplifting the seen with their lives and honor. That was the golden age of Islam. Gradually, civilization came, and with new people added to the picture, new cultures and beliefs became rampant, weakening the hearts of the weak. Empires were ruled by royals and the Sharia law was executed by the Sultan. Stopping the masses from breaking the law was their duty but what happens when the executors become the lawbreakers? Meet an Ameer who believes that sitting and watching a sin become a wildfire that will swallow everyone is more dangerous than the sin itself. Will his struggles go in vain or will he win? And how many struggles will he have to face to attain his goals? Meet a woman who spreads knowledge behind the veil but is sure of the dreadful eyes that follow women from some wolves who are hungry for what is beneath the cover. When soldiers barged into their house and accused her parents of breaking the law, everything happened fast and she was left with nothing. What happens when she finds herself brought to a brothel? Will she lose hope in Allah or fight for her freedom? When two righteous paths meet together, even tidal waves can't stop their victory. All hope seems gone, but Allah is still there to assist a golden conquest. ✨ASDadore ✨Jasmine royal couple ✨publishing date: December 1st.

Copyright © 2024. All Rights Reserved. It wasn't how she could never seem to pronounce his name, "Qasim," correctly, always calling him "Kasim" since she was young. Nor was it her innocence, which seemed to follow her everywhere, highlighted by her delicate Fulani features that could be recognized from miles away. It was her, entirely. Her very existence was the axis upon which Amir Qasim's life revolved. But when that axis was removed, his world was thrown into chaos. Being born the eldest child of the Sultan wasn't his choice, nor was becoming the next Sultan, burdened with immense responsibilities. Yet he accepted it, carrying those duties he so deeply resented. Becoming the next Sultan's wife wasn't her choice either, nor was becoming the eldest Princess of the Kubi Caliphate. So why was she forced to bear the brunt of the grudge he harbored within? Why did she have to endure the short end of the stick? From the moment she stepped into the world of royalty, she knew the path would be hard-fought. But she wasn't willing to lose. Why should she? She harbors the same hatred towards him. However, there is a saying, "The more you hate, the more you love." By Ferdeausee.

"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:

#2nd Hausa 27 November, 2020. #1st Minna 23 November, 2020. #10th Arewa 27 November, 2020. #6th Ice cream 10 December, 2020. #13th apology 10 December, 2020 #11th Nigeria. 24 August, 2021 ************* She shakes her head before saying "But why will you start what you can't end?" "Because I want to make him feel the pain he caused me, I want to humiliate him and I couldn't look my Dad in the eyes and say no am not more interested in that man, kai! My Dad will not even take that from me." "But what you are trying to do is not right dear" "Yes, everything seems not to be alright. The fact that I got married to the man I hate most seems not to be alright, the fact that I allowed that man to play with my emotions seems not to be alright and the fact that am now under him seems not to be alright." This is a story of twenty one years old girl whose jealousy made her to cross the line she never knew she will cross in her whole life. Find out why she hate him. Find out why she want to hurt him so bad. Find out why she feels everything seems not to be alright .

"So what are you doing in our house dingy girl?" He asked her coldly. "It's none of your business and please stop calling me dingy girl" She replied not meeting his gaze. "If I didn't stop calling you what can a low-class person like you do?" He asked glaring at her. "Simple I'll start calling you rich brat or dingy boy it is," She said faking thinking. "I dare you to call me that" He angrily said. "Dingy boy" She nonchalantly said without an ounce of fear for him. "Youuuuu" He barked as he matched towards her but-- ***** Follow the love story of Fatima Muhammad Abubakar popularly known as Fadimatuu and Ibraheem Khaleel Siddiqui who hated each other at first sight. So what happened when they were made to marry each other, could their hate triumph or would love conquer?

In the heart of Northern Nigeria, where tradition and culture run deep, a young Fulani girl's fate is sealed when she's forced into a marriage with the stranger she saved by the river bank, unaware he is the prince of Gombe. As she navigates the complexities of royal life, she must confront the Harsh realities of her new world and the secrets that surround her new world. Will she find Love, or will duty and tradition tear them apart? . With the rich cultural heritage of this the North as its backdrop, "I Married a prince" is a tale of love , duty, deceit ,betrayal ,royalty ,bloodshed and romance Dive into the world of " I MARRIED A PRINCE" to discover.

"I know all these cheap tricks you miscreants pull in the name of your disgusting jealousy. I wonder which motivational post you read that made you think you actually have a right to claim me as yours" he laughed, bitterly before looking into my eyes again "Aya, I never loved you, I don't love you, and I will never ever love you, so just rest for goodness sake, this is so embarrassing" With great difficulty, I swallowed the lump in my throat and mustered the strength to strike back "hafeez kenan! I wish I cared, I really do wish I cared about...everything! I'm glad to know that you don't either, but let me just warn you, you are in bondage, better free yourself before it's too late" with that, I walked out, slamming the heavy wooden door behind me as a lone tear escaped from my eye. Meet Aya Muhammad Yusi, a fulani bombshell who gives beauty a new meaning. Being a public figure and famous media personality changed nothing about her being a calm and collected modest young woman who put happiness and peace of mind above anything else. But, when things took a drastic U-turn in her love life, Aya was forced to marry AbdulHafeez Ahmad Talba, an arrogant, almost always grumpy stud approaching billionairehood. Being polar opposite, the twists and turns don't seem to have an end. do you think they will finally find their express way? Or forever remain stuck in that one pothole? Read to find out ❤️

Book one of the temptation series AND ISN'T A STANDALONE ❦︎𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ❦︎ ❦︎𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐞?❦︎ ❦︎𝐈𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫❦︎ We were 'hate' fucking. I hid my gun underneath the bed because I don't fully trust him. He is unpredictable. I moaned, not able to hold back the way that made me feel and as I slowly recovered from it, he spanked me one last time before he pulled out. He stood up, grabbed his scattered clothes all over the room as he pointed a finger " Don't forget that, this doesn't change anything between us " I lifted myself unable to move due to the ache between my legs. He instantly pinned my naked body to the wall, a hand cupping my throat with a tight grip whilst he placed the other beside the left side of my head on the wall. I gasped with shock."You are mine to fuck.My enemy and mine alone." He demanded with a husky voice. He put on his black shirt and I take the chance to tug him, our lips inches apart. "If I am yours, then you are mine" I mumble slowly. He smiled at himself, his dimples appearing.

"So you don't care if I spend the rest of my life jumping from one girl's bed to another?" he asked turning to me. I looked at him, feeling the tears wanting to fall down my cheeks but I swallowed them down. "Of course not, you mean a lot to me. You're like my brother. I would want to see you settle down with a girl when the time comes" "Brother... there's that word" he whispered bitterly. "What's wrong with the word?" "Is that all I'll ever be to you? A brother" he spat out the word like it was a disease. I shrugged. "Is it too bad that I actually want to be more Najma?" ************************** It's finally Summer and Najma Barde is more than happy to be back home, planning on having a peaceful holiday... cue in members of the Arewa Heartbreakers Association and a school enemy... this summer was going to be anything but peaceful.