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...

Ahmed Yerima is the son of one of Nigeria's billionaires. He hails from the family that is admired by everyone. On the outside, they're perfect. But behind closed doors, their life is messy. Having grown up in a polygamous home with four wives and endless rivalry, Ahmed's world was built on chaos. To protect himself, he built a wall around his heart. Now he's a senior consultant at Yerima Hospital. To everyone, he's the definition of perfection. Mihrunnissa Ibrahim is nothing like him. She's slow at almost everything, slow to understand, slow to speak, slow to act. People often find her annoying, but she's used to it. She's soft, kind, and patient, even when the world isn't kind to her. When she begins her internship at Yerima Hospital, her path crosses with Ahmed's. From the very first day, their energies don't match. She doesn't like how arrogant he is, and he hates how slow she can be.

Heyy. ✌🏼Islamic story. Two broken souls are meant to be together but only Allah knows, will they heal mend their heart or completely destroy themselves ______. "If yes? Then who can Mold My heart". An Orphan, Widow and a single Mother who is left with only one person, her backbone. Her daughter, She keeps her going. 'In this world, I Just have hope in My Allah that things will get better eventually inshaAllah'. 'Me and My Daughter will heal each other and don't need anyone anymore'. But Little does she know, her daughter craves a father and they need 'him' to be complete 'Him' the richest man in the city. 'Him' who does not know patience and gets his way in everything. 'Him' a ruthless,rich,ignorant man who is broken to say the least and does not know how to earn love but to snatch it. 'Him' who cannot let anyone touch what's his,without knowing what his is and who is. ____. Guys Please do Vote. Share and comment to show your Love in B.S. ●° Haram Police, please not in here. Thankyou

*Could you ever love a broken person?* "I understand that you're broken," he said as he lifted her chin so she stared directly into his eyes. "But I want you to understand that it is my job to restore the happiness you lost. I am your husband now, Afrah. And it is my responsibility to make you happy. So that is my mission from now until the end of time." Afrah stared down at her hands, feeling as though her soul was being wrenched from her body. She couldn't look him in the eye. Not after what she had gone through. Not when she still saw the devil in his eyes. * It is said that the most painful wounds leave the deepest scars. No one could attest to that more than Afrah Aminu. For eleven years she's kept a secret to herself, knowing that she might never be able to tell anyone. Not that she wanted to. But now, with the sudden arrival of a strange man in her life, she finds herself thrown into the terrifying situation of having to relive it all. As he tears down each and every wall she has set up around her heart, the memories of that haunting night come crashing in waves. Will she be able to survive it? Or will she be crushed underneath its weight?

BOOK TWO IN THE HOUSEWIVES SERIES Disquiet Ardor Her name is Lailarh. The girl who laughs like her ribs never caved in, Who spins joy from ashes Not because life's been kind, But because she mastered the art of smiling with a broken jaw. From the outside, she's sunlight But inside? She's a room where the curtains never part, Where memories hide under the bed like monsters too real to name. Touched too early Not with love, but with silence. Molested by shadows she couldn't outrun, Yet they called her "strong." As if survival was a medal, Not a scream trapped in her throat. Then came him The boy with everything, Except peace He wore swagger like armor, But he was drowning in powders and pills Chasing numb in alleyways lit by pain He never trusted love. Said it was a myth they sold in movies. But her laugh It made him believe for a second They met like wildfires Sparks Smoke Chaos that felt like home. But two broken mirrors can't reflect a full picture So they clashed Beautifully Disastrously She wanted healing He wanted escape She needed space to breathe. He needed something stronger than air. And yet Somewhere between the bruises and boundaries, The highs and goodbyes, There was... something. Not quite love Not quite ruin Just disquiet ardor. A kind of fire that doesn't warm But still burns real Her name is Lailarh And she's not your savior Not your victim Just a girl Trying to bloom With haunted roots.

Book three in the housewives series Simisola grew up well-sheltered, with money never being a problem. She had it all, except for the use of her legs. As a no-nonsense, straightforward lady, she managed her dad's prestigious business with ease, intimidating most men. However, beneath her tough exterior, she had a soft spot, just like everyone else. She had her fantasies, but which man would dare to break down her walls and make the obdurate CEO feel like she needed to be loved? Noor, on the other hand, had only one wish: to have enough money to take care of his younger siblings. Having lost his parents at a young age, he was forced to become both parents to his siblings. He was a free-spirited young man who saw the goodness in everyone. He got a job at the biggest farmhouse in the state, not in his dream position, but the money was all that mattered to him. He was appointed as the driver to the mean CEO, with the sole job of driving her to work safely. Two different individuals, from two different worlds, were about to clash. Don't miss out on this story about love, pain, and loss. Follow up on the thrilling story,

"Nimi, a frustrated church girl, encounters her biggest temptation yet when she lands herself in the arms of Lagos' most eligible bachelor..." Nimi is tired of being a 'good girl', so she decides to take a risk for once in her life. Yet, she never expected that a late-night adventure would land her in the arms of Lagos' most influential bachelor. Rich enough to be on EFCC's wanted list, and too hot to handle, Isren would be the undoing of every moral she had learned in Sunday school. With her misconceived faith on the line and promiscuous desires in mind, there was no surviving this man. Only God could save her now. Ranking #1 Nigerian 17/02/2022 #1 Christian Fiction 11/04/2022 Nb: I am currently editing the first draft, hence it won't be the best quality of writing, so thanks for your understanding if you proceed with reading it🤍. Also, share with a friend who might appreciate another Nigerian read!

Although no one knew it, Desire was struggling. It was highly unbelievable because as a top worker in one of Lagos' most exclusive and influential night clubs, she was making thousands every night. All her other friends were living large, and building houses, so why couldn't she? Her father had died five years ago, leaving them drowning in a sea of debt. Her mother was sick, and couldn't do anything, so from an early age Desire had had to wear the mantle of responsibility. A twenty six million naira debt was on her neck, and for five years, Desire had consistently been paying it off; while simultaneously keeping a roof over her mother's head, and saving up money for school. Salvation came at last; but in form of the hardest, most handsome man she had ever laid eyes upon? General Babalola Halal. He was offering five million Naira for a whole month of exclusive sex. Pure, undiluted gratification. It was her job, and this offer was coming on a platter of gold. Even more tempting was the fact that it was the exact amount needed to be free of her father's debt. Completely. But he was hard, and demanding, and excruciatingly virile. Accepting this posed a risk far greater than millions. The stark reality of losing everything she stood for, and gaining nothing in return because a man like this never gave anything of himself. He was rich, five million Naira meant nothing to him. But she knew what she was getting into, she knew how addictive his touch was, and how hard it was to stay sane around him. Could she do this? Was losing her sanity a price she was willing to pay?

Two hearts. One faith. Endless healing. She ran from her past, he fought for her heart. Through panic, distance, and family storms, love held them together. From whispered confessions to stolen moments, every heartbeat led them here. Now, hand in hand, they are home-in each other. DISCLAIMER: Not An Halal Love Story!!!

Zayd Yusuf Al-Husseini was born into legacy. Quiet, cold-eyed, and fiercely private, he was raised in a grand American mansion surrounded by wealth, servants, and expectations. He doesn't laugh easily. He doesn't trust quickly. And he carries his grief like a secret - tucked behind expensive suits and polite silences. They call him the heir. The Al-Husseini boy who never let anyone in. Then there's Aaliyah Uthman. Spoiled. Soft. Mischievous. The only daughter in a lively Nigerian household, Aaliyah grew up adored - with a stubborn streak and a heart too full of fire. She's never needed permission to be herself. She knows how to get what she wants, how to make everyone love her, and how to turn even the coldest moment warm. But when Zayd returns to Nigeria for the first time in eighteen years... she's the girl he's promised to. And he's the boy she's never truly known. Bound by a family oath they didn't choose, and carrying pain they never shared, Zayd and Aaliyah must learn how to exist under the same roof - in a house filled with memories, expectations, and history neither of them can escape. What happens when a guarded heart meets a girl who refuses to be ignored? When grief meets light, silence meets mischief - and two fragile worlds finally collide?