The air smelled faintly of oud and cold leather. Madina's heart was racing as she ended her furious call. She shoved her phone into her bag, muttering under her breath. She'd just hid into this car to save herself and it's all because of that man. Madina: "When I finally meet that man, I'll strangle him with his own tie." (she exhales sharply) "Who does he think he is-God?" A low chuckle came from the seat beside her. Deep, smooth. Dangerous. Muhammad Turad who has been studying her replies which stuns her"You might want to choose a softer form of negotiation, Miss." his tone is calm and teasing "Strangling governors tends to make headlines." She wants to strangle him Her breath caught. She turned slowly, eyes meeting his-dark, unreadable, but too alive to ignore. Madina: "You-You were here the whole time?" Turad: "My car. My silence. Your words." In the glimmering heart of Abuja, Madina Gambo fights her way through the storm of politics, family expectations, and self-worth. As a senator's aide, she has learned to stand tall among men who believe power belongs only to them. Hidden behind walls of power and shadows, Muhammed Turad Muhammed I. After surviving a near-fatal accident, he returns to Abuja determined to find the woman who once appeared in his path-a woman whose presence haunts him like a promise. Madina, however, is too busy being infuriated. Her every attempt to meet the elusive His Excellency fails. Her family mocks her ambitions, her uncle poisons every dinner with scorn, and her grandfather-the only light in her chaos-reminds her that patience always wins. But patience isn't her strength. Until one night, fate catches them both off guard

Betrothed to her cousin, Noor must navigate the tangled threads of her life when she finds herself carrying a child that threatens to upend everything she thought she knew. After navigating the complexities of her child's identity, Noor finds her way to a brighter future one filled with hope, happiness, and love that conquers all. Amir exudes charm and class. He's a walking green flag wrapped in muscles and charisma. This is the second book in (The Khalifas) series. 🫠

Aleeyeh set the tray down gently, careful not to let the cups clink. She had learned these small precautions-how to exist softly around him, how not to disturb the silence he lived in. Salman didn't look up. She stood there for a moment, fingers twisting into the edge of her sleeve. "I made it the way you like," she said softly. "Less sugar." That was when he spoke. "Aleeyeh." Her name sounded heavy on his tongue, like something he had avoided saying for too long. She looked up, hope rising before she could stop it. "You don't have to do this anymore," he said, finally meeting her eyes. His voice wasn't angry. That almost hurt more. "The effort. The trying." Her lips parted, but no words came. "I see it," he continued, measured, distant. "And I don't want it." A pause. Then, quieter-crueler in its honesty. "I will never love you." The room felt smaller. "I understand," she whispered, though her chest burned with the lie. As she turned away, Salman added, almost like a warning, "Stop waiting for me to change. You'll only hurt yourself." She walked out without another word, carrying her dignity like a fragile glass-unbroken, but trembling. ........ Aleeyeh was promised a marriage before she was old enough to understand what love meant. Salman was twenty-five when that promise was made-already in love with another woman, already tied to a heart that was not meant to be his forever. When duty binds them together, Aleeyeh enters the marriage with hope, patience, and quiet prayers. Salman enters it with silence. No love. No warmth. Only respect and distance. Living beside a husband who does not see her, Aleeyeh learns how lonely marriage can be. Ink of a Broken Vow is a story of patience, past love, and the quiet strength it takes to heal a heart bound by promises made too soon.

⚠️This story is a work of fiction and explores themes based on cultural traditions, emotional struggles, and personal transformation. She stormed out to the garden. "Say something!" she snapped, eyes burning. "Or are you still playing that 'I'm-too-pure-to-talk' game? Still pretending to be holy?" And that's when Raif moved. Fast. Zariah didn't even have time to blink before her back hit the nearby pillar - not hard, but firm enough to freeze her breath. His hand gripped her waist tightly, the other at her wrist, locking her in place. His chest pressed to hers. His face was inches from hers. His voice was deep. Controlled. But deadly serious. "It's no longer like always, Zariah." Her lips parted. "I used to ignore you because I knew my limits. I'm not like those men who flirt and sin and call it love. I feared Allah more than I ever desired you." His eyes narrowed, dark fire glowing behind them. "I didn't punish you back then because I respect women - even when they spit venom. I kept my mouth shut, not because I was weak... but because you weren't my mahram. I had no right to look at you, touch you, even speak without reason." He leaned closer, and she could feel his breath brush her cheek. "But now..." His grip on her tightened, and her body trembled - not from fear, but from the intensity in his words. "Now you are my wife. Now, you belong to me. Halal. Lawful. Mine." Zariah tried to turn her face away, but he caught her chin, tilting it back to him. "Now I can do anything I want. I can touch you. I can silence your insults without guilt. And I can show you what it means to be owned in a way that'll make you crave it again." His lips brushed her neck, just for a second - before he bit her. Not soft. Not brutal. But just enough to sting, enough to leave a mark. Zariah gasped, frozen. He pulled back just a little. "This-" he said, brushing his thumb over the fresh mark on her neck, "-is the first of many."

She came to celebrate a friend's birthday. He came to ruin her peace. Khadija never imagined she'd end up in his state again-let alone his palace. Prince Sultan Muhammad: cold, arrogant, breathtakingly rich... and the one man she swore to avoid at all costs. Their hatred goes way back, but when she arrives, sparkling in a dress that turns every head, his is the one that won't stop watching. The tension? Unbearable. The insults? Delicious. The attraction? Dangerous. One night. One mistake. One secret that could shatter everything. When a drunken encounter ends with Khadija carrying the child of the man she despises most, she's ready to face it alone. But what happens when the palace gets involved, the rumors explode, and the prince who once tried to make her life miserable... suddenly won't let her go? This isn't your average royal romance. This is war, heat, and heartbreak-with a baby on the way.

Anwar was already moving toward her. "Anwar... don't," she whispered. His hand reached for her veil. She screamed, the sound tearing from her throat as panic took over. "Keep quiet!" he shouted, his voice thunderous, shaking the room. She fought back, pushing at his chest, struggling with everything she had. Fear made her hands shake, but she didn't stop resisting. Her breaths came fast and broken as she tried to escape his grip. his father's call came through and puts it on speaker. "What is happening there?" his father demanded. "Who is screaming like that?" Anwar didn't hesitate. "It's my wife-to-be." Nayara opened her mouth to speak, to scream for help-but Anwar's voice cut her off. "Stay quiet," he warned sharply. On the line, his father's voice exploded, ordering him to stop whatever he was doing. Anwar ignored him. Instead, he picked up his phone again and dialed another number. It rang twice. "Nayara?" her father's tense voice came through. "Where are you? Why aren't you home?" She tried to answer. "She's with me," Anwar said instead. There was a pause. "Who are you?" her father asked. "Her husband-to-be." "What nonsense is this?" her father snapped. Anwar's voice turned cold. "I don't have time. My father is on the line. I want to marry Nayara immediately." Both men started shouting at once through the speaker. Anwar leaned closer to Nayara, lowering his voice so only she could hear. "Tell him." She shook her head, tears filling her eyes. He raised his voice again. "I want her as my wife. Decide now." His father roared through the phone, furious, ordering him to step back. Anwar didn't move. "I'd rather touch her as my wife," he said calmly into the phone, "than do something I won't take responsibility for. If you refuse this marriage, don't expect me to change my mind." Nayara let out a broken scream. Her father's voice cracked as he demanded, "What do you want?" Anwar answered without hesitation. "Marry her to me. Now."

What will happen when Alexia, who has never dated a guy in her life, gets her first kiss from her uncle? Will they be able to forget this mistake and go back to their old relationship?? Will it be a one sided love?? P.S there's a lot of romance and sex in this book. If you're not a romance fanatic then this is not for you! The sequel is called "Our Sinful Marriage"

Binta Shuga had everything a girl could dream of. The only daughter of one of Nigeria's most powerful politicians, she grew up between the quiet luxury of London and the elite circles of Abuja.A law student with beauty, intelligence, and influence, she looks like a girl who has everything. But behind the perfection is a life shaped by pressure-family duty, cultural expectations, arranged paths, betrayal, heartbreak, and the constant battle between tradition and modernity. Every step she takes is watched. Every choice she makes is already judged.🍯 Then she meets Yasser. A northern prince who walked away from royalty, refusing the weight of a crown he never wanted. Now a clinical cardiology researcher. He is calm, playful, and persistent in a way that unsettles her. The kind of man who smiles through pain and refuses to let go once he decides you matter. He is everything she should avoid. And everything she cannot ignore. What starts as dislike slowly becomes the kind of love that ruins everything before it ever feels like salvation.📚 Sit tight-because everything in Binta Shga's life is about to fall apart. And this story? It's nothing like the ones you've heard before.

His Legal Wife Simran Kabir, a 25-year-old psychiatrist, has known loss before she ever understood love. Orphaned at a young age, she was raised by her grandmother, growing into a woman who believes more in healing others than trusting her own heart. Her carefully guarded world changes when she falls in love with Dr. Raeez Al Mansoor a respected 30-year-old doctor whose charm, warmth, and reassurance make her believe she has finally found home. But loving Raeez means stepping into the powerful Al Mansoor family... and into a mansion where love exists alongside unspoken rules, expectations, and control. What was meant to be a one-week stay turns into something permanent. Suddenly, Simran finds herself bound forever to an extended family that lives under one roof grandmothers, mothers-in-law, sisters-in-law, brothers-in-law, and a stepmother-in-law all watching, judging, and deciding her place among them. As pressure mounts, Simran is forced to choose between her career and her marriage, between her independence and the title she now carries. When trust begins to crack and sacrifices are demanded, will Simran still believe in Raeez's promises? Or will she fight through every shackle placed on her life to protect her identity? And when love is tested by duty, power, and tradition what does it truly mean to be his legal wife?

Sinful Desire In the heart of Abuja, a new job at a luxury boutique brings Hamrat into a world she never expected-one filled with beauty, ambition, and quiet secrets. As unexpected emotions begin to surface between two women, they must navigate a society where love like theirs is forbidden, especially under the watchful eye of culture, religion, and reputation. Sinful Desire is a tender, thought-provoking story about longing, identity, and the quiet battles fought behind closed doors.