Copyright 2021© All Rights Reserved. ・ Book Two in the Letters Series・ Zayn's entire life revolved around his sister, Kulsum. She was his rock, his guiding light. Now, with her gone, a void engulfs him, leaving a part of him missing. Yet, there is one thing that prevents him from moving forward-a solemn promise. A promise he made to Kulsum on her deathbed. A promise that compels him to delve into the depths of his own existence, unearthing secrets he'd rather keep buried. A promise that will strain relationships and cause pain to those involved. Nevertheless, it is a promise he is determined to honor, regardless of the consequences. ~*~ By Ferdeausee_

Copyright © 2024. All Rights Reserved. It wasn't how she could never seem to pronounce his name, "Qasim," correctly, always calling him "Kasim" since she was young. Nor was it her innocence, which seemed to follow her everywhere, highlighted by her delicate Fulani features that could be recognized from miles away. It was her, entirely. Her very existence was the axis upon which Amir Qasim's life revolved. But when that axis was removed, his world was thrown into chaos. Being born the eldest child of the Sultan wasn't his choice, nor was becoming the next Sultan, burdened with immense responsibilities. Yet he accepted it, carrying those duties he so deeply resented. Becoming the next Sultan's wife wasn't her choice either, nor was becoming the eldest Princess of the Kubi Caliphate. So why was she forced to bear the brunt of the grudge he harbored within? Why did she have to endure the short end of the stick? From the moment she stepped into the world of royalty, she knew the path would be hard-fought. But she wasn't willing to lose. Why should she? She harbors the same hatred towards him. However, there is a saying, "The more you hate, the more you love." By Ferdeausee.

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."

Love in the sky

Meet Amal (asma) a 19 year old. intelligent, composed, and quietly selfless. She doesn't just give love-she becomes it. Soft yet strong, gentle but wise. The kind of woman who doesn't pass through your life-she leaves a mark that never fades. Then comes Ibrahim. Or so they think. In truth, he's Ayman (Abdullah Isa Maigoro, Disguised as Ibrahim) ~ A 29 year old. wealthy, powerful tycoon hiding in plain sight. To her, he's a humble man, down on his luck, working under the kingdom, asking for help he doesn't really need. But it's all part of a larger mission-one rooted in vengeance, built on secrets, and fueled by the need to destroy the man who once shattered everything he held dear. Falling for Amal wasn't part of the plan. But her kindness disarms him. Her presence softens the armor he's spent years building. And suddenly, the mission feels blurred. Because when you find the one person who sees beyond your lies, who loves you without knowing the truth... how do you keep lying? Now Ayman is trapped-between the man he is, and the man she thinks he is. Between a love he never saw coming, and a war he's not ready to abandon. Will he finish what he started? Or will Amal become the one mission he can't complete? Because with her... it stopped being about revenge. It became personal. It became real. Now the question is .. "Will he finish what he started, or will it all fall apart in the end? Will he ever have Amal, or is she someone he was never meant to reach rather love from afar? Well.. There's only one way to find out...

When Mohammed Dangote and Mariya Dantata met, the questions people asked were if and when they'd ever get together. From stolen glances and hidden smiles to nervous confessions and bashful laughter, theirs was a love story that bloomed in the most beautiful but heart-wrenching ways; a love that gave as much as it took. Years later, their son - Nasir Mohammed Dangote - is finding love of his own in the eyes of Atika Dambatta. Intrigued and drawn towards her by a force he can't quite explain, Nasir decides to follow his heart. Their first proper meeting in her parents' living room makes two things clear to him; that he has found the woman he wants to marry, and he's never been readier to settle down, as long as she's the woman by his side. Together, they build a family with the faith that life would only get better. However, just as life had different plans for Mohammed and Mariya, fate has much in store for Nasir and Atika, and they would have to learn that sometimes life throws the most unplanned events at you; not to necessarily break you, but to make you so much better than you would have ever dreamed. (P.S. This is a love story spread across generations. It is just not the straightforward one you are expecting)

A Hausa/english kinda story about three sisters and how they cope with their arranged marriage.

This story contains mature content,sexual Content, and explicit language. Jessica Lange didn't know what she'd be walking into when starting her new job as a secretary at a publishing company. Marco her boss is just too hot to handle. So is his brother Luke. Jessica can't choose. Her sexual desire for each brother is more than she can take. "I know this is wrong he's my boss. I can't help myself I want him right here right now and he obviously wants me too. He rips my shirt open so forcefully, a button pops off onto the floor somewhere. I gasp." The first two chapters are short and build up the story, containing no sexual content. However everything after features strong sexual content. Not to be read under the age of 18. Enjoy this short story;)!

Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it. Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld. Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate. Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze. Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.

Dominic Romanov, a mafia boss who spends the night with a beautiful woman who leaves him wanting more than what he bargained for. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱, 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯. "𝘛𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥, 𝘊𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘯." 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘱 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦. 𝘔𝘺 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 - 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵. 𝘐 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥. "𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵."