𝑨 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊-𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒔. ༺══════════════════════༻ 𝑴𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔 ~ 𝑹𝒊𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒌 𝑶𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒊 & 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝑴𝒆𝒉𝒓𝒂 𝑹𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔. 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔. 𝑵𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒅. ༺══════════════════════༻ 𝑮𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒔𝒆~ "𝑬𝒌 𝑨𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒒 𝒂𝒑𝒏𝒊 𝑨𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒒𝒖𝒊 𝒌𝒐 𝒌𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒉𝒖𝒍 𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊." ~𝑹𝒊𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒌. "𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕𝒏𝒂 𝒈𝒆𝒉𝒓𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒌𝒊, 𝒂𝒑𝒌𝒐 𝒌𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒌𝒂 𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒍 𝒃𝒉𝒊 𝒎𝒖𝒋𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊." ~𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒊. ༺══════════════════════༻ 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 20.𝑨𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒍.2026. 𝑬𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈-𝒊𝒅𝒌. ༺══════════════════════༻

Everyone writes about the female lead that's fair and has long ebony hair Well Rauwdah doesn't She has short hair and dark complexion Raudah is the troublesome girl with bad grades. Loves male validation and always hungry Who will marry this walking talking red flag??🤔🤔 Do you still want to read this amazing book about our Hausa role model🤭🤩

Poor Ruwaida Mahmoud had to get married to her friend's brother, Turaad, a rich sophisticated Doctor not knowing she had signed a contract to save her life! _______________________________ Her eyes tinged with tears the moment she raised her head to look at him. All the while he spent talking to her, she had her head down, staring endlessly at her hands. His words filled with a sincerity which he had shown broke her to pieces. The most she could do was smile at him. Even if she wanted to, her words wouldn't be able to make sense. She had so much to say, so much to let out, but then, her vocals refused to let her. He held both her hands and smiled back, his other hand on the small hospital bed she had laid. "You scared me Waida, I almost passed out seeing you being trolled back into the ICU you know," He said, and laughed, ducking his head low, as the way he had acted replayed in his memory. She also chortled silently, not minding the tears that refused to stop, moments like this, always left her emotional. "I did? But I'm fine now ain't I," she asked and he placed a hand on his forehead, his overdramatic wife mode had just been turned on. "Yes you're, but please don't ever do that again," he said with a stern face. "Promise me," With an absentminded look in her eyes, she nodded and gave a quick reply. "Yes Muhammad, I promise," Love_ Silentwriter ☕️

"How is it my mistake? Why are you punishing me? Why do you hate me so much? Why? What have I ever done wrong?" Hauwa asked her mother crying profusely on the floor. Meet Hauwa Muhammed Maigoro,a naive lady who grew up in her grandparent's house. She must face a lot of challenges especially having a mother that hates her for unknown reasons. Will her mystery end? You have to read on to find out.

A young girl's life is turned upside down when she's forced to leave her comfortable home and navigate the harsh realities of the world. Will she find a way to reclaim her past or forge a new future? "I can do it," I murmured softly as he traced my ankle with his thumb. He hummed before fixing my anklet for me. "But I want to." I bit back a smile as he grabbed my heels and helped me slip them on, his hand brushing against my leg and leaving goosebumps all over my body. Book three in the (The Khalifas) series

Copyright 2022© All Rights Reserved. Aria Tayyu Safwan, a twenty four year old Turk came to Nigeria under unfortunate circumstances. Despite having a dark past and more skeletons in her closet than anyone else in her family, she took pride in being a lawyer more than anything. After all, she's not a big shot lawyer for nothing. What awaits her in Hadewa though? Aali Bin Bello II, Crown Prince and soon to be Calipha of Hadewa Caliphate had been away from home for so long. And when he returns, he didn't expect the problems that keeps sprouting out of nowhere threatening his position as the next Calipha. Or did he? Set in the Sovereign Caliphate of Northern Nigeria, in between unraveling secrets buried for decades and facing enemies long made, a battle for power continues, a quest for love begins, and a story of betrayal like never before. Will Law prevail along with Royalty? Or would both lose? By Ferdeausee.

Hello, I'm Afrar Massoud-only daughter of a billionaire. Half Arab, a top fashion designer in Africa, and unapologetically egotistical, I've always believed the world begins and ends with me. My father's pride, his only link to my late mother-I've lived life on my terms. Until now. Even love has limits, and my father is about to make a decision that changes everything. Then there's Marwan Navid-a brilliant orthopedic surgeon with a twisted sense of control. Born to a Fulani mother and Arab tycoon father, he walked away from his broken home, determined to win at everything. He met me once. And decided I would be his. Now, the game begins. What happens when two powerful egos collide? Can love grow between two people who refuse to bend? Or was this marriage doomed from the start?

Keagan is the definition of bad boy. College man with a body that could make even God moan and an attitude to put the devil to shame. Between classes and drinking parties , sex and boys, Keagan had it all. Until Jamison. Small, skinny , anti-social. Will he be able to tame the sex god or be eaten alive?

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)