THE FIRSTS SERIES BOOK 1 They taught her that silence was strength. That obedience was worship. . Asmau never asked for a love story. Growing up between cultures, between heartbreak and healing, she learned early that silence is survival-and trust is dangerous. Now, years later, she's told this is God's will. To marry. To surrender. To begin again. But how do you give your soul to someone when pieces of it were stolen long ago? And then there's Marwan. A man who doesn't chase, doesn't press, doesn't pretend. A man whose presence feels like stillness after a storm. Quiet. Watching. Knowing. A man with eyes that see too much and hands that never reach for what isn't his. In a world where shame speaks louder than truth, Asmau must decide: Will she live quietly to please them? Or finally choose her own voice? This is a story about quiet faith. About healing, not all at once-but in the hush between prayers. About choosing yourself... even when your voice shakes. A tender story about girlhood, grief, and the quiet rebellion of choosing yourself.

Book three in the Dantata Series. Hauwa Sufyan had it all planned out: get her sister married to the love of her life, slay with the dresses she spent more than she ever had on, and have fun with the guests present. The last thing she expected even after joking with her best friend about finding a man to settle with was for fate to come knocking. Instead of coming with one man, it brought two. On one end is Mahmud Muhammad, an introverted neurosurgeon who never pays much attention to anything outside his career and his family until Hauwa comes along. On the other end is Mas'ood Dantata, an extroverted certified chef with a blooming career, a soft spot for family and a surprising dislike for anything chocolate. Forever can only be spent with one person and when faced with two men who are perfect in their own ways, Hauwa learns that fate can be cruel and that picking one over the other is easier said than done. [P.S: Not all love stories are fluffy from start to finish. This is one of them.]

Fatima never imagined her life would change overnight. One moment, she was a university student with dreams, laughter, and freedom... The next, she was told she was already married. To a man she barely remembers. A man who didn't choose her either. Muhammad Hassan is everything she is not-calm, distant, and controlled. While Fatima is expressive, emotional, and full of life. Two strangers. One unexpected marriage. Will they learn to understand each other... or remain trapped in a love written in silence?

⚠️ Author's Note: This story is a fictional medical romance. It does not strictly follow real-life medical training timelines or rotations. Some events (such as housemanship placements and progression) are adapted for storytelling purposes.

Love Bouquet is a gentle story about love that arrives unexpectedly, one moment, one decision, one flower at a time. Zaynahra never planned to fall in love. Carefree, outspoken, and content with her quiet independence, marriage was never on her list of urgencies, until a misunderstanding turns her life in a direction she never imagined. Bound by a three-month agreement with a man she barely knows, she steps into a space between certainty and curiosity, fear and faith. Khairan is calm where she is loud, deliberate where she is impulsive. What begins as convenience slowly becomes companionship, and what feels temporary starts to take root in ways neither of them anticipated. Through family expectations, private doubts, tender gestures, and unspoken prayers. This is not a story of perfect romance. It is a story of becoming. Of trust. Of tawakkul. Of learning that love is not found all at once, but carefully placed in the heart, one flower at a time.

This story follows the lives of two prestigious Northern families-one that earned its place, and one that can't afford to lose it. Salma Babajo-skillfully veiled, conflicted, and fiercely proud-has always idolized her father. But he lives by one rule: if you burn the midnight oil to secure something, you hold onto it by hook or by crook. Salma wears her last name like a badge, oblivious to the cracks beneath; until the secrets start to surface. Kabir Yabo is everything Salma is not-reserved, steady, and willing to bend to societal expectations. He tiptoes through life, careful not to step out of line. They have nothing in common... except for a fate neither of them sees coming. But what happens when the perfect son collides with the girl who plays by her own rules? And when what's expected threatens to overpower what's real? Will they fight to protect the illusion they were raised to uphold-or risk everything for a love that was never part of the plan?

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?

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

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"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.