The air smelled faintly of oud and cold leather. Madina's heart was racing as she ended her furious call. She shoved her phone into her bag, muttering under her breath. She'd just hid into this car to save herself and it's all because of that man. Madina: "When I finally meet that man, I'll strangle him with his own tie." (she exhales sharply) "Who does he think he is-God?" A low chuckle came from the seat beside her. Deep, smooth. Dangerous. Muhammad Turad who has been studying her replies which stuns her"You might want to choose a softer form of negotiation, Miss." his tone is calm and teasing "Strangling governors tends to make headlines." She wants to strangle him Her breath caught. She turned slowly, eyes meeting his-dark, unreadable, but too alive to ignore. Madina: "You-You were here the whole time?" Turad: "My car. My silence. Your words." In the glimmering heart of Abuja, Madina Gambo fights her way through the storm of politics, family expectations, and self-worth. As a senator's aide, she has learned to stand tall among men who believe power belongs only to them. Hidden behind walls of power and shadows, Muhammed Turad Muhammed I. After surviving a near-fatal accident, he returns to Abuja determined to find the woman who once appeared in his path-a woman whose presence haunts him like a promise. Madina, however, is too busy being infuriated. Her every attempt to meet the elusive His Excellency fails. Her family mocks her ambitions, her uncle poisons every dinner with scorn, and her grandfather-the only light in her chaos-reminds her that patience always wins. But patience isn't her strength. Until one night, fate catches them both off guard

NOW AVAILABLE IN PAPERBACK! This story follows the lives of two prestigious Northern families-one that earned its place, and one that can't afford to lose it. Salma Babajo-skillfully veiled, conflicted, and fiercely proud-has always idolized her father. But he lives by one rule: if you burn the midnight oil to secure something, you hold onto it by hook or by crook. Salma wears her last name like a badge, oblivious to the cracks beneath; until the secrets start to surface. Kabir Yabo is everything Salma is not-reserved, steady, and willing to bend to societal expectations. He tiptoes through life, careful not to step out of line. They have nothing in common... except for a fate neither of them sees coming. But what happens when the perfect son collides with the girl who plays by her own rules? And when what's expected threatens to overpower what's real? Will they fight to protect the illusion they were raised to uphold-or risk everything for a love that was never part of the plan?

Bilal & Rahma "Well let's say you don't fall in love with me or even like me in like let's say in a year ? " Bilal gripped the steering wheel as he made a turn , he was nervous again " if I decide to let you go to make you happy will that be alright ? He continued and swallowed He waited for her answer as he glanced at her ,he couldn't see her face very well because of the dark after what felt like forever she replied with " I don't know " *********** Read about rahama a young mischievous girl with a heart of gold , her dream is to become a lawyer and fulfill her fathers dream but what happens when she is married off before she completes her studies ? , will she be able to complete her studies?, What happens when her husband start to fall in love with her ? Rahama or Rahma Note this is a very happy book !

Kamilla runs down the stairs, her fingers clutching her dress to prevent it from trailing behind her. she's about to walk down completely when his voice stops her. "Princess" He calls out in a raspy voice and she freezes. Kamilla doesn't turn to stare at him or acknowledge him and that only seems to irk him more. 'Princess' Calls me that like he cares. 'Good, it should' she says internally. "Go and change" He instructs and instantly her pulse beats at his words and she finds herself exhaling slowly before turning to face him. "who are you to tell me what to do" She spits eyes glaring in his direction but she doesn't maintain eye contact. Sadiq's eyes narrow and he walks closer, his steps predatory. "Your husband" He states matter of factly and she scoffs. "Husband?.." Kamilla pauses for dramatic effect. "Husband to who exactly, is It to the woman you left alone in a rediculously big house or the wife you haven't so much as touched since you got married?" By the end of her sentence, she has her arms folded across her chest as she glares at the rediculously handsome figure in front of her. he might be known as the 'Amir' outside and a crown prince but in here she's his queen. "You want me to touch you princess" His voice is low and sultry as he licks his bottom lip while his gaze remains fixated on her. kamilla's breath gets caught in her throat and heat instantly raises up her cheeks. defiant she raises her chin. "I..We weren't talking about that" She stutters trying to brush it off. Amir Sadiq's face suddenly turns serious as he stands straighter. "Come here princess" He orders in a sharp voice. "Never knew my princess craved for my touch" He mutters low enough. _____ Kamilla Bello never thought that from juggling her daily life in a cafe she sets out in the outskirts of the city with her best friend shed suddenly be wedded off to a man. Not any man but him. Amir J.S.E.H. The man whose name is whispered and a man whose power suffocates,

Copyright© 2019. All rights reserved. [#2 in Malik/Othman series] [can be read separately] Mehr; Moon... Mehr, a teenage girl with so many wild dreams. The goody two shoes but also egoistical person yet the best person you can ever come across. She has her life all planned over a box of pizza, a soda and her best friend while on movie marathon, but never thought that everything will get ruined just one night; her brothers' dinner party. Everything changed, but is it for the better or worst? Find out the rest in Mehr. She is among those people that always look forward to seeing their dreams come true. She didn't give up or, her husband didn't let her give up when those dreams started going downhill. She never thought she would get married so early leaving her dreams behind. It was such a long ride... Taken Down but can be found through this link (in my bio) in a website called SofaNovel, hope you'll follow it there and comment also. Thank you... No plagiarizing of this book! Aishatu.

Some know her as Aisha the troublemaker, the girl whose laughter dances a little too freely, the light that seems to chase shadows from every room she enters. But he sees something different... a side the world will never notice, a quiet storm behind her smile, a fire that burns just for him. To him, she is no one else, no mask, no pretense she is only one thing: his Ayla -Book Two of The Shettima Series- Out Now ✨

Copyright © 2023. All Rights Reserved. ❝ Everyone lies. I'm not an exception.❞ Nailah Zayed has the picture perfect life. Being the only child to one of the most influential families in Maroudi, and married to Imran Hadi-- the son of conglomerate, she has everything one would wish for. The riches? The beauty? The fame, and the loving husband? She has it all. But there's always more than what meets the eye. Even in the life of beau mondes, with the perfectly sculptured life, there's a world of lies it's built on. You can bury it, but it's bound to turn up at point or another. For Nailah, it came in the form of Ayaan Fadel. A man not only threatening her picture perfect life, but every wall she has built around herself. And as it turns out, everyone, him included, has skeletons in their closets. Skeletons that turn up and flip everything upside down with no warnings whatsoever. What if nothing is actually as it seems? What if it were all lies? Certainly, it's a battle for the fittest, and she wasn't willing to lose whatsoever the case is. By Ferdeausee_.

Copyright©2022. All Rights Reserved. When esteemed journalist Zainab Shamaki published a new article targeting one of Maroudi's most influential figures, she never anticipated the dire consequences it would bring. Why? Because things had always fallen into place for her. This was the first time she faced adversity. Stripped of her livelihood and left to pick up the pieces of her shattered life, she believed that was the lowest point she could reach. Little did she know that the aftermath of that incident would entangle her in unfamiliar troubles. Enter a treacherous world of politics, where survival meant playing a dirty game of kill or be killed. Add in a dysfunctional family, indifferent to one another's plights, and an ex-lover who fueled her worries-her existence underwent a profound transformation. For better or worse? That remains uncertain. Through thick and thin? Quite possibly. In times of prosperity and hardship? Not such a terrible prospect. Until death do them part? Most certainly.

Copyright©2021. All Rights Reserved. · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · · Kamilah Yusuf Bawa, a 25 year old who is believed to be dead by her family happens to be living in Italy where no one has any idea she's there. Why is she there and how did she end up there? Is it really her or a mere figment of imagination? It's the same questions that had been running through his head the minute he laid his eyes on her. Then there's Nour, the anonymous writer who suddenly disappears from the face of the earth about the same time Kamilah died. Could it be a coincidence or is Nour and Kamilah one person? A sudden accident leading to the death of one. A sudden disappearance. One yearning for a loved one. And a mysterious stranger all tangled up in the web of fate. There's always more to the story than we see. And for Kamilah, there's a lot than more than what meets the eye. By Ferdeausee_.

Copyright © 2023. All Rights Reserved. She exudes chaos, drawing it in like a moth to a flame. Everywhere she treads, she effortlessly leaves her mark. The mere touch of her feet against the floor stirs storms, her gaze flips tables, and the curl of her lips brings buildings crashing down. Chaos defines her, encapsulating her essence and much more. Her path intersects with a man who possesses the power to douse any flame. Hers, however, proves to be a challenge to extinguish completely. Yet, with his influence, he can transform it into a controlled volcano. If only it were as simple as it sounds. Alas, simplicity eludes them, particularly since Inaya and Aadil are not ones to choose the easy route. Hell will be unleashed, bonds will teeter on the edge, and lives will hang in the balance. Their tale does not belong in fairytales, which is why it defies the conventions of such stories. Nonetheless, it surpasses any fairytale in its own right.