"I told you never to hang out with that idiot" he hissed as he dug under my evening dress. "Stop. We can-can't be doing thi-" I couldn't breath as he groped my breasts. "This is your punishment for being with the wrong guy". His hand trailed down from my breasts to my belly button. He used his other hand to unzip my dress. "No...stop...we have to go back to the...party...". This feeling was a feeling I never felt before. It felt good. Before I knew it, I started moaning. My inner conscious is telling me to back away and punch him. However, my body is dancing to his every move. When he was done zipping, one hand retreated to my breast while the other traveled even more to my V. His finger played around as my hips moved to his circulation. "Pl-pl-please no. Stop. It feels..." "Feels like what baby?" "Feels so GOOD!" I heard him breathe out a smirk. With my indirect confirmation, he thrusts his finger into me. Oh lord, did this ever feel so good? I started to go weak and slide down against the wall until he picked me up. "Damn I didn't know you would be so tropical down there...you are fab-" The elevator door opens. WARNING: DO NOT READ IF YOURE UNDERAGE CANT STAND CRAPPINESS CANT HANDLE SEXUAL CONTENT CANT HANDLE INTENSE LANGUAGE 18+ MATURE CONTENT DONT SAY I DIDNT WARN YOU ENJOY~ <3

At our gender reveal, my husband joked about getting my sister pregnant with a boy. Everybody thought that was hilarious. Except me.

"You like it, don't you?" "What?" I managed to breathe. "The fear, Miss Night," he mused, "you crave it." _______________________________________ Sabina Night owes Antonio Marafi her life. But when he asks her to spy on the Russo crime family, Sabina starts to wonder if maybe her debt is too high of a cost. Gio Russo: ruthless, handsome, and intelligent. Too intelligent. He knows that Sabina's hiding something. But what is that worth when he can't seem to stay away from her? He's about to find out. ________________________________________ **Updated Weekly** **Mature Themes**

Rudra Raajveer Rajput X Aadhya Rao Rudra Raajveer Rajput Rudra Raajveer Rajput, a captivating and dangerous figure in the underworld. His presence demands attention, embodying both charisma and menace. Yet, amid the shadows of his criminal life, a twist of fate unfolds as he becomes smitten or more like obsessed at first sight with Aadhya Rao. A beautiful, smart and kind woman with a soft personality. Totally opposite of Rudra. Unraveling the layers of Rudra's persona, we discover a man torn between the perilous realms of his mafia existence and the unexpected allure of love. Aadhya Rao Aadhya Rao, a delightful blend of innocence and intelligence. Her world revolves around the unwavering love for her parents and the everyday rhythm of working in her father's Company. Little did she know that a chance encounter with Rudra Raajveer Rajput, a dangerous mafia figure, would alter the course of her fate. Caught in a web of circumstances, Aadhya finds herself blackmailed into an unwilling marriage with Rudra. As the complexities of their entangled lives unfold, the question lingers-will she discover love in the most unexpected places and grant Rudra a chance? ••••••••••••• "Don't call me a princess, it's creepy" Aadhya tried to get away from his grip but his grip only tightened. "Dont fucking blackmail me. I won't marry you. We just saw each other once and you fell in love with me? Pagal ladka" Rudra chuckled evilly. "I don't care about your opinion. You are going to marry me and that's final." ••••••••••••• "I hate you and always will. You are hurting me already and don't you dare give me shitty promises like this again" Aadhya said as tears fell from her eyes. ••••••••••••• "I love you Aadhya" Rudra mumbled against her neck and started leaving wet kisses on the neck. She gasped and fisted his shirt tight with her small hands when he started biting and sucking her soft spot.

Guns, violence, and murder. This wasn't the life I chose. But fate had other plans. Once, I was a simple girl living a simple life. But that all changed one fateful day... The cartels, the bloodshed, the endless fear. It began when I met him - Jamal Abdullah. My world was turned upside down, and I was thrust into a realm of chaos and obsession. Love, loyalty, and survival. The lines blurred, and my life became a deadly game. Join me on this twisted journey, where loyalty will be tested, and love will be questioned."

In the city of Kaduna and Zaria, where tradition holds power and family names carry weight, Amina Usman Suleiman dreams of freedom. A final year sociology student at ABU Zaria and the beloved daughter of a prominent Northern family, Amina has always known her life is not entirely her own. But she's in love with Yasir Ibrahim, a rebellious guy with a sharp tongue, dangerous habits, and a heart that beats only for her. Their love is fire passionate, toxic, addictive From their school days at Essence International to stolen weekends and whispered promises, they've lived in a world where love dares to challenge legacy Until Amina's father arranges her marriage to Khalid Aminu Bello the cold, mysterious heir to a powerful business dynasty. Khalid isn't interested in love either. He has wounds of his own. But duty demands obedience, and families like theirs don't ask they decide. What begins as a polite arrangement slowly begins to shift. In shared silences, small kindnesses, and late night confessions, Amina and Khalid find themselves entangled in something unexpected. Now, caught between a love that refuses to die and a marriage she never asked for, Amina must choose: The boy who holds her heart. Or the man who might help her rewrite her story. Set against the rich cultural tapestry of Northern Nigeria, A Marriage of Names is a sweeping tale of love, duty, and the cost of choosing yourself in a world built on expectations.

💔 The Boy Mama Warned Me About By Naylah Abdul "Between what is right and what I want... I chose him." Hanifa umar wali a 19 year old is the perfect daughter calm, brilliant, and raised in a loving Arewa home in Kaduna. When she gets admitted to Nile University, Abuja, her only plan is to study law and make her parents proud. Her mother's final words echo in her heart: "Don't let any boy get into your head. They will try. They will come with sweet mouth, with big cars and fake promises. Don't let any of them disgrace you." But one night changes everything. Dragged to a house party by her wild roommate zainab , Hanifa walks into a world she never imagined loud music, red cups, Abuja rich kids... and him. Zaid Khalil Abdullahi . 24 year old , temperamental, and terrifyingly silent. The rich bad boy everyone either wants or fears. And the one person who looks at Hanifa like he sees through her soul. She wasn't supposed to notice him. He wasn't supposed to care. But some warnings come too late. And some boys... are exactly what Mama warned you about.

Broken, Damaged, Tainted.

COMPLETED!!! Abuja - the city of power and secrets. Zayd Ibrahim Khalil leaned against the hood of his Mercedes, the engine still purring, though he wasn't going anywhere. He scrolled absently through his phone, notifications piling in from friends, half the girls in Abuja, and half-hearted invitations to exclusive parties. His thumb hovered, pausing at a recent blog post headline: "If you like make your papa be minister, this babe no really send you!" The picture beneath it showed him -face frowned, mid-rant and her, calm and unwavering, staring him down like he was nothing more than a storm she refused to be swept away by. She wasn't like the others. She didn't care about who his father was, or how much his car cost, or that he'd graduated from one of the best tech universities in Dubai. She didn't want his attention and that only made him want hers even more. Amina "Amal" Muhammad. Final year Petroleum Engineering student. Youngest of her circle. The one whose eyes didn't just look, they saw. The one whose veil wasn't just fabric, it was conviction. He clenched his jaw. "She thinks she's above it all," he muttered. But beneath his arrogance, something twisted in his chest an ache he didn't want to name. It wasn't just rejection. It was something deeper. Something dangerous. Somewhere across town, Amal sat with her journal open, the words flowing like prayers. "He's everything I was taught to stay away from... but somehow, I keep seeing him everywhere I go." Neither of them knew it yet, but this was no ordinary clash of personalities. This was the beginning of a firestorm. One fueled by pride and mystery, the other by power and faith. This was the moment where love first struck... not gently, but like lightning.
Veiled behind it all secrets, ambition, pain, and the possibility of redemption. And neither of them would come out untouched. Rankings No.1 Naija Stories- 3rd August 2025 No. 2 Arewa Stories- 3rd August 2025 No.1 billionaireson- 7th August 2025

She was not only born with a silver spoon, she was rocked in a diamond cradle and raised in a gold castle. She had the world at her feet and on her finger tips giving her the permanent title 'Daulah' and the name Maimunatu almost ceased to exist. With a rare kind of beauty and an exceptional personality, she had heads turning to her and wanting to dance to her tunes but it took a single look from the last person she would spare a glance to point out to her all the places where she was broken. Realizing that she needed a heart to fit in to get fixed, she set out for his but Mukhtar only wished he had one to give her.... But she wasn't a girl who gave up, she knew he had one in there and set on a mission to find it, looking into every corner of his darkness until she got caught in his storm of curse which threatened to drown them.