She came for a wedding. She left with a name she couldn't forget. Liyana Xaba wasn't supposed to fall for anyone-especially not the brooding architect with sharp eyes, a sharper tongue, and a quiet sadness he hides behind tradition. Hlumelo Dalindeybo has never been one for small talk or slow dances... until her. She's Zulu. He's Xhosa. She inherited a business. He builds homes. And when her request for an architect turns into late-night calls and dangerously close silences, lines begin to blur. In a world where culture speaks louder than feelings, and love is both a risk and a rebellion, can two souls stitched from different cloths truly be threaded in gold?

[Please read tags!!] "From every wound there is a scar, and every scar tells a story. A story that says, I survived." - Craig Scott --- The cold floor contrasted the warm body laid against her own. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she leaned up to connect their lips once more. A sizzling heat spread across her body as he dipped down to softly kiss down her neck. "I-i," he stopped with a huff that tickled her neck, "kinda hoped I wouldn't stutter." Jocelyn couldn't help but chuckle, her right hand holding the back of his head. "It's okay, baby. It's honestly cute." "Well I'm not exactly trying to be cute right now." - - - (Slow Burn) *Full description inside*

👑✨ The Second Princess ✨👑 When Prince Mulalo begins to dream of his dead brother demanding to know where his wife is, he seeks answers from the royal seer. But the prophecy he receives chills him to the bone: if the dead cannot reclaim his bride, the living will be taken in her place. Across the kingdom, Princess Nonhlanhla Maluleke is suffocating under duty and expectation. Her brother's wedding should be a day of celebration, but to her it feels like the tightening of chains she cannot escape. When fate forces Mulalo and Nonhlanhla into each other's path, they discover their lives and hearts are already entangled by something far greater than themselves. Bound by prophecy, torn between loyalty and forbidden love, they must decide whether to defy the will of the dead... or surrender to it. In a kingdom where love is dangerous, duty is a curse, and the past refuses to stay buried, can the second princess carve out a destiny of her own?

"You see love in one boring shade. Everything is a boring bland grey to you" He whispers to me. His lips dangerously close to mine. His gaze cuts to mine as he continues to drill his words into my heart. "I want to show you how love can be something else. Allow me to show you love in colour" My heart beats fast as I take a decision and allow this man to paint my heart various colours of love. "Show me" *** Thandi Langa is a 25 year old nurse who is content with being single and firmly believes that she does not need man in her life to make her happy. This is until she meets the breathtakingly handsome whirlwind that is Grayson King who makes it his mission to show Thandi that he can make her much happier if she would just allow herself to be loved by him. Can Grayson be the one that breaks down Thandi's walls?

Meet uKholwani Sotsaka noKwesi Boateng, two contrasting beings as they embark upon a tumultuous journey of an arranged marriage. Will their very different souls intertwine and endure the trials of their union, or will they ultimately succumb to the weight of their different paths? Masifundeni, dayimani zam.💎🤎

From the sun-kissed streets of Durban to the vast expanse of the Northern Cape, Zama embarks on a journey of rebirth. Escaping the shackles of a toxic past, she leaves behind the trauma of her abusive ex-fiancé. Two years of solitude and self-discovery have fortified her heart, but the scars still linger. As she tentatively opens herself to love again, will the ghosts of her past forever haunt her, or will she find the courage to embrace a new chapter of happiness? Dive into this heart-wrenching tale of resilience, love, and the unrelenting pursuit of healing.

Between Two Hearts.

Amanda is a well established young lady who has conquered all life's obstacles along her journey. She has learned to accept and live with the outcomes of her past experiences because despite the fact that her past broke her but something great came out of it. What happens when the same thing that brought her pain becomes the same thing that heals her? What happens when the same reason why she doesn't believe in love happens to be the same reason she second guesses her decisions? Is this love? Journey with me as i take you through Amanda's life❤

𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 /sah-liss/ -A feeling of comfort or relief in time of sadness or distress 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟒 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐕𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐀 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Matshidiso Zanele Ngcobo Pain... Torture... Torment, she's felt it all. She's escaped the hands of death and now she's all alone. She has no one, nothing and everyone thinks that she's dead... She's can't go back, but she has no choice. Hlulani Roman Nkwinika He ruined her just as she ruined him. He took everything from her, he left he with nothing. But he still finds it in him to love her, he still has her in his heart... He killed for her freedom but he can't take her back... And he won't. 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 "𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞" 𝐓𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞...

Nyezi Bhengu has built her career and life around being a wife. For years, her identity was tethered to her husband - as the "Real Housewife of Durban", "umfazi kaBafo", and "uNyezi kaSmiso". His sudden death upends Nyezi's life when, bound by isiko lokungenwa, she is forced to marry his older brother, Mnisi. Mnisiwokuhle Bhengu has a personality very few would describe as "lighting up a room". Reserved, and perpetually serious to the point of appearing cold, where Smiso was the life of the party, Mnisi is the brooding figure who leaves just as the fun begins. He wears detachment like armour, keeping himself unapproachable and at a distance from everyone - especially Nyezi. Forced into a union they're both less than glad to find themselves in, will forced proximity be enough to break down the walls Mnisi has so carefully constructed, or will tradition condemn them into a loveless arrangement they cannot escape?