Last book In the suleym and housewives series After a devastating heartbreak left Simisola shattered, she began to question the very existence of love. Years passed, but the pain still lingered, a constant ache in her heart. Despite her family's insistence that she move on, Simisola struggled to convince them that she had finally let go of the past. Determined to prove them wrong, she took a drastic step: she accepted a marriage proposal. Nabil, on the other hand, had his own share of heartache. Eight heartbreaks and four failed engagements had led him to believe that love wasn't part of his destiny. But when his grandparents, on their deathbeds, expressed their deepest desire to see him married before they passed, he gave his parents the green light to find him a bride. Two broken souls, from different walks of life, were brought together by fate. But what happens when their past comes knocking on their door? Will they build new walls to keep it out, or will they confront the ghosts of their past and work towards healing? Stay tuned for a gripping tale of love, hate, vengeance, and betrayal, set against the backdrop of wealth and power.

Book three in the housewives series Simisola grew up well-sheltered, with money never being a problem. She had it all, except for the use of her legs. As a no-nonsense, straightforward lady, she managed her dad's prestigious business with ease, intimidating most men. However, beneath her tough exterior, she had a soft spot, just like everyone else. She had her fantasies, but which man would dare to break down her walls and make the obdurate CEO feel like she needed to be loved? Noor, on the other hand, had only one wish: to have enough money to take care of his younger siblings. Having lost his parents at a young age, he was forced to become both parents to his siblings. He was a free-spirited young man who saw the goodness in everyone. He got a job at the biggest farmhouse in the state, not in his dream position, but the money was all that mattered to him. He was appointed as the driver to the mean CEO, with the sole job of driving her to work safely. Two different individuals, from two different worlds, were about to clash. Don't miss out on this story about love, pain, and loss. Follow up on the thrilling story,

BOOK TWO IN THE HOUSEWIVES SERIES Disquiet Ardor Her name is Lailarh. The girl who laughs like her ribs never caved in, Who spins joy from ashes Not because life's been kind, But because she mastered the art of smiling with a broken jaw. From the outside, she's sunlight But inside? She's a room where the curtains never part, Where memories hide under the bed like monsters too real to name. Touched too early Not with love, but with silence. Molested by shadows she couldn't outrun, Yet they called her "strong." As if survival was a medal, Not a scream trapped in her throat. Then came him The boy with everything, Except peace He wore swagger like armor, But he was drowning in powders and pills Chasing numb in alleyways lit by pain He never trusted love. Said it was a myth they sold in movies. But her laugh It made him believe for a second They met like wildfires Sparks Smoke Chaos that felt like home. But two broken mirrors can't reflect a full picture So they clashed Beautifully Disastrously She wanted healing He wanted escape She needed space to breathe. He needed something stronger than air. And yet Somewhere between the bruises and boundaries, The highs and goodbyes, There was... something. Not quite love Not quite ruin Just disquiet ardor. A kind of fire that doesn't warm But still burns real Her name is Lailarh And she's not your savior Not your victim Just a girl Trying to bloom With haunted roots.

#Book-2 in Lost Royalty series ( CAN BE READ STANDALONE ) He is heartless, While she is a heart specialist He kills mercilessly, And she lives to save lives Both are accustomed to blood, but with different intentions: One to give back life, the other to snatch lives In the collision of their paths, will they find a way to reconcile their differences or remain irreconcilable opposites? What will happen when destiny plays its game, binding them in a knot of marriage of convenience, where both are forced to marry each other, just to fulfill a promise?

[COMPLETE][EDITING] Ace Hernandez, the Mafia King, known as the Devil. Sofia Diaz, known as an angel. The two are arranged to be married, forced by their fathers, joining the two Mafia's. But Sofia eventually learns, even the devil was once an angel. Cover by @alluringathena *This book is more of a romance book than Mafia book and I hope you enjoyyy*

after a prank gone terribly wrong, hayden jones is sent across country to caldwell academy, a school for the bitchy, the dangerous and the rebellious. and if that wasn't bad enough, it becomes much worse when hayden is accidentally put in the male dormitory, landing her in a room with the school's notorious heartbreaker, chase everett. [not edited...like at all]

❝I've already made up my mind, I want you and only you. No one else... because to me, you're my kind of perfect,❞ In the ruthless world of wealth and power, Adrian Ivanov reigns as a cold-hearted man, devoid of remorse. Love holds no meaning for him, as he indulges in a life of opulence and privilege, yet remains hollow. However, his carefully constructed existence is about to be shattered when an unexpected encounter brings Valentina Russo into his life. Valentina, an Italian girl struggling to make ends meet, crosses paths with Adrian at his exclusive club. Little does she know, this chance meeting will unravel the fabric of her entire existence. Will Valentina possess the strength to weather the storm that threatens to consume her? As their lives intertwine, a profound question lingers: Can Valentina be the one to thaw the ice in Adrian's heart and fill the void that has haunted him for so long? Witness a tale of passion, transformation, and the tumultuous journey two souls must undertake in search of redemption and unyielding love. https://www.patreon.com/c/arihartwattpad

A story about a girl, love and ice cream.

"Who the hell do you think you are", mufti said. "What entered your fucking brain", he said moving closer to were I was standing, as he was moving closer I was moving back. "What is your problem", he said yelling. He finally caught my hand and folded it at my back and pinned me against the wall with his left hand holding my two hands at my back. He lowered his height to my level. "Look at me", he said. I was still facing down. Our bodies were really close. He use his right hand to raise up my face and I looked him in the eye. He brought his face closer to mine and our lips were touching eachother........ ♤●♤●♤●♤●♤●♤● He is Mufti Khamal, she is Eeman Zackary. He has alot to handle and an ugly past, she has a dark past that she doesn't want to remember. He loves her but he doesn't know and that broke her, she loves him but she said it once and he broke her. She didn't give up, he doesn't want to give his shattered heart to anyone again cause the pieces can't be glued back again. His parents past is hunting him not them, she doesn't want to say but see the good things in everything. He is loving and caring, she is also loving and caring. This story is about Eeman and Mufti, Eeman is a happy and amazing girl even after losing her one and only...... Mufti is the son of the king of Saudi and his parents past are ruining his life. Read more to find out about Eeman and Mufti, She is 15 he is 21, if you want to get to the dramatic part start from chapter 6 or 7

Ameera Manga would rather analyze emotions than fall helplessly into them. Warm, magnetic, and effortlessly adored, she lights up every room she enters. Her future is neatly planned, until her final year throws her into chaos with someone she never expected. Zayyan Dikko is her opposite: controlled, precise, and private. Life to him is strategy. His career is on track, his reputation flawless, and his American girlfriend is expecting a proposal. But their parents have a different vision. They insist Ameera and Zayyan get to know each other. Neither wants the arrangement. Both love someone else. So they make a deal: Pretend to fall. Convince everyone. Then walk away beautifully. Simple. Logical. Risk-free. Until the lines blur. Until emotions shift. Until the act stops feeling like an act. Now the question is: What happens when pretending becomes the truth... and walking away becomes the hardest part?