Yasmin and Zaid have always been inseparable, loud, loyal, and effortlessly in sync. The kind of friendship people envy. The kind built on years of inside jokes, late-night bickering, and unspoken understanding. There were never lines to cross. Until one choice changed everything. Now, nothing feels quite the same... and neither of them knows why. Started- 11th of May, 2025 Ended- 9th of August, 2025

They said the revolution ended with Ayah Kareem,they were wrong.Her son has returned. And this time, the war isn't in the streets... It's in the blood Jamal Aboubacar Alassane has the mind of a king and the blood of a killer. Cunning, charming, and deadlier than his father ever was, he is ready to rebuild the empire piece by piece. But when she returns the daughter of his parents sworn enemy his rise to power becomes entangled with forbidden desire and the sharp edge of revenge. In a world where loyalty is bought and love is fatal... How do you fight destiny when it's already written in blood?

Guns, violence, and murder. This wasn't the life I chose. But fate had other plans. Once, I was a simple girl living a simple life. But that all changed one fateful day... The cartels, the bloodshed, the endless fear. It began when I met him - Jamal Abdullah. My world was turned upside down, and I was thrust into a realm of chaos and obsession. Love, loyalty, and survival. The lines blurred, and my life became a deadly game. Join me on this twisted journey, where loyalty will be tested, and love will be questioned."

💔 The Boy Mama Warned Me About By Naylah Abdul "Between what is right and what I want... I chose him." Hanifa umar wali a 19 year old is the perfect daughter calm, brilliant, and raised in a loving Arewa home in Kaduna. When she gets admitted to Nile University, Abuja, her only plan is to study law and make her parents proud. Her mother's final words echo in her heart: "Don't let any boy get into your head. They will try. They will come with sweet mouth, with big cars and fake promises. Don't let any of them disgrace you." But one night changes everything. Dragged to a house party by her wild roommate zainab , Hanifa walks into a world she never imagined loud music, red cups, Abuja rich kids... and him. Zaid Khalil Abdullahi . 24 year old , temperamental, and terrifyingly silent. The rich bad boy everyone either wants or fears. And the one person who looks at Hanifa like he sees through her soul. She wasn't supposed to notice him. He wasn't supposed to care. But some warnings come too late. And some boys... are exactly what Mama warned you about.

In the city of Kaduna and Zaria, where tradition holds power and family names carry weight, Amina Usman Suleiman dreams of freedom. A final year sociology student at ABU Zaria and the beloved daughter of a prominent Northern family, Amina has always known her life is not entirely her own. But she's in love with Yasir Ibrahim, a rebellious guy with a sharp tongue, dangerous habits, and a heart that beats only for her. Their love is fire passionate, toxic, addictive From their school days at Essence International to stolen weekends and whispered promises, they've lived in a world where love dares to challenge legacy Until Amina's father arranges her marriage to Khalid Aminu Bello the cold, mysterious heir to a powerful business dynasty. Khalid isn't interested in love either. He has wounds of his own. But duty demands obedience, and families like theirs don't ask they decide. What begins as a polite arrangement slowly begins to shift. In shared silences, small kindnesses, and late night confessions, Amina and Khalid find themselves entangled in something unexpected. Now, caught between a love that refuses to die and a marriage she never asked for, Amina must choose: The boy who holds her heart. Or the man who might help her rewrite her story. Set against the rich cultural tapestry of Northern Nigeria, A Marriage of Names is a sweeping tale of love, duty, and the cost of choosing yourself in a world built on expectations.

"I love you, Bils. I've always loved you," Mukhtar said, his voice low, desperate. "I'm sorry for running away sorry for how things ended between us. Please... just give me a chance to prove myself." He looked at her like she was his last prayer. Bilkisu bit her lip, torn between the ache of remembering and the need to protect what was left of her pride. "Mukhtar?" she said softly, then her eyes hardened. "No." He was her almost. Her what-if. Her once-upon-a-time. And then he disappeared twice. Mukhtar has always known where his loyalty lies: with his family, his culture. But when it comes to Bilkisu his cousin and first love the lines between honor and desire blur. A year ago, they shared something quiet but real until he ghosted her without explanation. Twice. Now, with another man's proposal on the table and pressure mounting, Bilkisu must decide: will she marry for duty, or risk everything for a love that's never been allowed to breathe? But Mukhtar isn't the same man who walked away. And Bilkisu isn't the girl who waited. Set against the backdrop of tradition, expectations, and the sacrifices made in silence, Bound by Honor explores whether love can still bloom in the soil of restraint and what happens when two hearts, bound by everything but time, finally speak.

Muhammad thought of Madeenah as a child, younger than his baby sister, although way more mature. She seemed to have created a bond with his daughter and that was all that came to his mind about her. Not her smooth caramel skin, or her captivating light brown eyes and neither did her sweet voice do it for him. Madeenah thought of Ya Muhammad as an arrogant and stoic person but a really good father. In truth she was terrified of him. She hated the way he would look at her, as though she was less important than him. She hated the way he never spoke unless he needed to. She hated the way his voice washed over her, making her shiver. She hated his height and how it made him tower over her small frame. She hated him but she just couldn't stop thinking about him. So what happens when the two end up being brought together by an unusual arrangement . He's older, she's younger. He has a daughter and she has barely begun life. Will he let go of the past and try to find happiness or will he drag her down with him? --------------------------------------- "Let's get married." He says with such a straight face that I feel stupid as I chuckle. "What did you just say?" I ask in disbelief. "You heard me Madeenah." He says in a gravelly tone. "Why would you want to marry me?" I shake my head. "You don't like me." "I like you well enough to be married to you." His broad shoulders shrug in his familiar black suit. What is going on with him? And what have I gotten myself into?

"A marriage neither of them chose. A chemistry they can't ignore. And a fate neither of them can escape." "You're avoiding me." Yusra froze, fingers tightening around the silk scarf. She didn't turn. "I'm not." Fahad scoffed. "You barely look at me. You barely speak to me." "Maybe there's nothing to say." He stepped closer, his voice low. "You've been acting like I don't exist since the conveyance. If you have a problem, say it." Yusra turned, chin lifted. "Why would I? It's not like you care." His jaw tightened. "You think I don't?" "You don't act like it." Silence. Heavy, charged. Then, before she could move, his fingers brushed hers-a fleeting touch, but enough to send a jolt of heat through her. She inhaled sharply. "You think I don't care? Since when?" His voice was rough, edged with something dangerous. He leaned in, forcing her to look up. "Then tell me why you're shaking." She wasn't. At least, she didn't think she was. But now, with his touch lingering, she wasn't so sure. Fahad's gaze flickered to her parted lips before he pulled back, his restraint like a thread about to snap. "You don't want me to care, Yusra," he murmured. "Because if I do, neither of us will be able to stop what happens next." And just like that, he walked away-leaving her breathless, rattled, and desperate to understand why she suddenly wanted him to turn back.

~~~~(Mature)~~~~ "We're worlds apart..." "But I'm right here." "I'm far, farrrrrrrrrr far beneath your class..." "And so? I don't care." He shrugged. "You're fucking engaged!" I rubbed away the tears, scrubbing the edge of my sweater on my sore skin. "And somehow you keep acting like that singular most important factor in whatever you're doing here with me is nothing." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In the bustling city of Lagos, Nigeria, a young woman named Somi struggles to be stable. She has been in and out of jobs, trying to keep up her "A" streak in school. Hot-headed and a go-getter. Her life turns when she meets Adams, a handsome and successful, Arewa man from an influential family, and despite having a betrothed, Adams is drawn to Somi's beauty, charm, and personality. Sarima is Somi's twin sister, and she struggles to make ends meet just like her sister. She has to deal with the university hassle, bills, and finding a good life with her sisters, Somi and Homa, without selling her body(beauty). She feels lost and directionless as there are a lot of drawbacks to being independent and surviving in Nigeria. To make matters worse, she also struggles with her feelings for her supposed friend, Kene. Will these sisters have it good at the end of the day or entangle themselves in a web they never planned to be in? #1 make money ~ 17th June 2023

Ducking away, she ran out of Hajia's living room with a loving smile on her lips. She banged her head on a broad chest that gave her a souvenir of a scent, just as juicy as her husband's. She knew he was the one, her Twin kept to his words. Not looking up to his face, she wrapped her hands around his waist and nuzzled her face deep into his chest, chuckling. "I missed you so much, Hassan. I was just moving in that kitchen fah, but your thoughts were a second away from making me crazy!" She lifted up her legs and planted a smooch on his left cheek. Roughly, she was peeled off his chest and a certain longing of his warmth seeped within her. That was bad. What happened to him? He left looking all loving, had she done something wrong? She looked into his eye level, lifting her face completely because of their height different. This is her husband, but why the hard face and the frown? Is this a frank? He didn't missed her? Or was he pulling her legs? Nadia's thoughts were put into a halt when he opened his mouth, he sounded exactly as her husband would, just the words differed. "I'm Hussain!" It was her husband's twin! Not even a single mark was there on their faces to help her differ between the cheerful Hassan and a grumpy Hussain. She felt her limbs gone weak as he walked past her. • What would happen when Nadia keeps mistaking her husband for her Husband's twin? I'm loving this much! I'm sure you would too!