Years after secondary school, Noor kaita attends a reunion she never wanted on her birthday of all days. What she doesn't expect is to walk straight into the past she buried. Ahmad ruma was her first love. Her first heartbreak. Now he's successful, distant, and standing in a life she no longer belongs to . Set against friendship, pressure, and unhealed memories, Noor & Ahmad is a story of timing, love, and the things we pretend not to feel.

He bent his head and spoke into my mouth, his lips hovering over mine, but not kissing me "If you know how hard I'm trying to control myself, you wouldn't have done that". My stomach dropped and I felt a throb between my legs, I myself needed self control. ••• Aisha Abubakar , A young Ambitious lady who was married to a multi millionaire 'Bilal Muhammad Kabir' who was popularly known as Sarki(King) because of the fear and respect people had for him due to the wealth and power he acquired at his young age. Aisha was scared of commitment because of her past, while Bilal doesn't love because he believes love is a weakness and besides he only has time for his work and nothing else. See how the couples will slowly but surely fall in love.

When news of Jamilah Abubakr's death reached the world, it shook. How couldn't it? It'd lost one of the gems it had left....A young, cultured philanthropist with as much beauty within, as she had without. The Khalil household was one of the most affected. With both sons, Jamil and Ayman having to deal with the loss of the girl who'd meant the world to them. When, two years later, Jamilah Abubakr resurfaced, her death seemingly a scam by her conniving father, Senator Abubakr, she's taken in by the Khalils. However, things aren't as rosy as they were, and Jamilah has lost a great deal of herself to the accident, mentally. She's unable to remember much of her former life, and is in for a bumpy ride once the rest of the socialite circle - a bunch of politicians and government officials that are out to damage hers and the Khalil's reputation - discover her secret. Yahya Khalil, head of the Khalil household, and an important political figure in the country, plans Jamilah's marriage to his sons for her safety. The question of who to wed is then left; Ayman, her childhood best friend and former crush; or Jamil, the man she'd been close to getting married to. Without Jamilah's memories, without the knowledge of how she'd once felt towards both of them, what does she do? Does she make the decision she'd have years ago, before the accident? Or does she make a different decision this time, ignoring the foreign feelings that grip her whenever she sees him? You want to know who 'Him' is? Want to know what her decision is? Delve into Jamilah's world in 'My baby; My wife'.

Copyright© 2022. All rights reserved. October 10th. She once believed it was the finest day of the year. How innocent she was. Now, burdened by countless harrowing memories, she longs to rewrite them. That day continued to haunt her for many years. No, forgiveness is not an option. She vows to avenge her child's murder, rising in power to dismantle the aristocratic family guarding dark secrets within their pristine mansion walls. No longer naive or ignorant, this woman breathes vengeance. Her eyes conceal a thirst for retribution and bloodshed. She's set on dethroning those modern pharaohs. The flicker of life dims in the presence of her pain and sorrow. Eyes filled with anguish, shrouded in raw pain from her trials and tribulations, she's now ready to fight for the one thing everyone warned her against-justice against the government itself.

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© 2020. All rights reserved. She sat on her bed thinking how on earth is she to get married at the tender age of sixteen. Not marrying any ordinary person, but the youngest prince. He is also just nineteen years old and to her, he is still a young boy growing just like she is. Poignant you might say? She thought at that age, she will be thinking about which university to choose amongst all the universities in the country but no. She is now going to start thinking about what to cook before her husband gets home and how to dress for the day as a Royal. Jumbled right? That is not half the story. She got divorced a day after their marriage the reason known to her clearly but she refuse to take fault. Brutal in your mind isn't it? No, the fact that she needs to work in the same palace she's left as a married woman to get something in her stomach is the trouble. How can she cope working in her ex-husband's Chamber? She also didn't know that the position she started working hard for would be taken away from her just like that in a blink of an eye. He got everything he's wanted and more. That is when she thought about stepping up in her game. He should know who he is dealing with and she is no more young, she is a woman now.

Copyright© 2018. All rights reserved. [#1 in Malik/Othman series] [can be read separately] My name is Kydah Malik, I know my name sounds so beautiful to your ears but my life isn't how it looks. It was such a hurdle getting into an arranged marriage not knowing it was the only man she's ever loved her whole life. Then that cliché part when the female members of his family are all in love with my handsome husband, it was stressing seeing those glares. Another much massive problem is my mother in-law totally yawing her back against me when I couldn't give birth after my daughter died, as if I give myself those. It became really hard living with him, join my ride and find out how I took care of everything, it wasn't easy... No plagiarizing of this book! Aishatu.

Copyright© 2023 All rights reserved. Lightning bolts pierced the firmament, a trio of brilliant jagged streaks accompanied by a series of cracks that sounded like shattering glass outside like his emotions. "Become addicted to me. Crave me. Let me be your drug. Poison or wine." She murmured in a sonorous tone, voice dulcet. "In your dreams." Mariam Abdou Baldè grew up in the slums with nothing but three articles of clothing to sheathe her. She's always adored palatial posh life, anything that has to do with extravagance, she is there. Her life changed after bumping into a lady. She got introduced to the life of hooking, harlotry, whoring and whatnot? It was the easiest way to feed her greed for ritz and opulence. She knew it was wrong, her mother's sacrilege trailing behind her along with thousand others from the society. She never gave a fuck. It came crashing down when she beheld Abbas Bāmanga Tukur. Was it love at first sight? Because she became infatuated with him merged with several sleepless nights until she found out who he was. Not bothered about his pending marriage in a few days and the fact that he is below her tier, she coerced herself into his life as his wife. How? That's a story for another day but she got married to him in place of his other loving fiancée whom he loves like his life. A marriage filled with mistrust, unrequited love, endless violent fights; mornings, afternoons and evenings. Will she be able to get Abbas to fall in love with her after forcing herself into his arms? What will happen when he finds out who she really is and what business she is into? Join the ride, poisons! It's gonna be a hell of a ride in this winery.

Copyright© 2023. All rights reserved. Madina, the skillful pilot got hired to work for the most notorious former street-fighter who has managed to wobble off from the worst to the owner of the most sought after security company. His cybersecurity team unrivaled. Bilal has everything a man would dream about in life except the one thing he truly covets; true love. Not after the first and only woman he's loved got married to his best friend. It came tumbling down from one phone call at dusk to thousands more till dawn. His new hired aviatrix came galloping into his faultlessly and impeccably organized life. She's the definition of every single thing he despises in a woman from her slovenliness to lousy taste and multicolored fashion At the same time, she makes his skin warm during winter and the ice storing his heart thaw by a simple smile filled with angelic psychopathy. She's become an obsession of his, a temptation beyond measure. He is so casually tender, his voice so caressing, his arms so warm and irresistible that makes excitement crackle in her veins and awaken her dormant nerves... she was too enraptured with the attraction she felt to feel sorry for the mistake she is about to make -letting another man into her life. He and she were at the opposite ends of an impossibly wide spectrum, and the kind of life she had led was entirely foreign to him. But understands his complexities, no one else has before her. Is it fate?