Copyright ©2026. All Rights Reserved. They say epistolary stories have mystery. Maybe this one has it , maybe it doesn't, it's up to you dear reader to find out. How'd you feel when you are left all alone in a land where you know no one. Overwhelmed right? Well that's how he felt. This epistolary story follows a young boy who writes letters to his mother, sharing his fears, hopes and everyday life in a strange new world. Each letter is a piece of his heart, revealing the mystery of his journey, and the bond that distance can't break. As you read his words, you'll feel his loneliness, his courage, and the love for his mother that kept him going. By Barkindo Aisha Ibrahim.

Maryam Ibrahim, 24, is the poised, brilliant daughter of a wealthy Kano businessman. She's always done everything right: graduated with honors, wore her hijab, avoided scandal, followed tradition. Her engagement to Engineer Abubakar, a quiet, respectful suitor, is arranged-and she accepts it. But inside, her heart is restless. Something is missing. Everything changes when Khalid Bello returns from abroad. He's not a prince, not a celebrity-but he's elegant, cultured, and different. He's a self-made architect from Zaria, and when Maryam meets him at a family wedding, their brief conversation awakens feelings she's never allowed herself to feel. They part ways. But fate keeps pulling them together-at charity galas, lectures, family visits. Each time, there's tension. Long glances. Words unsaid. Respect... but desire. Maryam is torn. She's engaged. Her family is watching. Society is harsh. But her emotions are growing uncontrollably. The story becomes a delicate dance of: Emotional intimacy without touching Late-night texts that could ruin everything Silent heartbreaks Moments alone in the garden, where nothing happens... and yet everything happens Meanwhile, Abubakar, her fiancé, is cold and unavailable, more interested in his career than her heart. The wedding draws closer. The pressure builds. Her mother is proud. Her sisters are suspicious. And Maryam? She's caught in between duty and desire. Will she choose a life of quiet comfort - or risk everything for a love that might never be accepted?

Ten years ago, tragedy struck-and with it, a bond between two families was shattered. Khalid and Walida were left with nothing but bitterness, each blaming the other for wounds that never healed. Now, forced into a marriage neither of them desires, resentment is all they know. But when the past refuses to stay buried, will their hearts remain locked in anger... or will fate dare to write them a different ending? Will love find a place in their hearts or will their resentment keeps drifting them apart? Let's all find out together ✔️ ©Ummusalma Salisu. No plagiarism of this book!!

Nuwaira has everything,except the one life she has always dreamed of. At thirty-one, she's a celebrated fashion designer;brilliant, admired, and impossible to ignore. Yet the one thing she has always wanted most; a marriage, and a family, has always slipped just out of reach. Once, she came heartbreakingly close. Adil has never truly been part of her world. Their interactions have never gone beyond polite greetings. Even as a child, Nuwaira knew he didn't like her, she didn't like him too and had never pretended otherwise. "You'll never change, Nuwairah." "And you'll always be self-righteous," she shot back. Adil thinks he knows exactly the kind of woman she is. But rumors are easy. Truth is harder. When life begins to unravel in ways Nuwaira never expected, the last person she wants near her becomes the one who refuses to leave,long enough to see the woman behind the gossip and armor. Long enough to fall for her. Even if trusting him might mean opening her heart again... after losing everything she once believed was certain. Yours, Nuwaira is a slow-burn, deeply emotional romance about misjudgment, resilience, and the fragile courage it takes to love again,because sometimes the last person you'd ever trust with your heart becomes the one who falls first... and refuses to let you face the storm alone.

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

"What are you doing here" She questions eyeing him while walking towards her closet to pull off the clothes from the party. The prince is sitted on the bed, fingers fisting the sheets as he stares at her his Adam's apple bobbing from each ragged breath. "I'm here for you" He states his voice raspy. stunned she turns around so fast she stumbles "Here for me" the laugh that escapes her is unintentional. "Excuse me your highness but please get out" Now with a slightly colder voice she tells him trying to be polite. He freezes, eyes darkening at her words before wetting his lips "I'm not going anywhere, now come here. I want you" He says eyes fixed on her and she lets out a breath her glare begining to form. "No" The word escapes her as she turns to walk into the closet. "I'm here as your husband" The prince mutters and she freezes, her own fingers tightening over the silk dress she has on before she whips her head to stare at him. when her family would visit the palace she'd always leave with one name and that is 'His wife' with whispers within and outside the palace crawling over her as they refered to her as the 'Prince's wife' 'Judge's wife' but she'd brushed it all aside deciding it was best to address such issues when they are about to happen and unknown to her it came sooner than later. Their wedding was set to take place in a few days and she felt only calm towards it only for her to wait...wait and be told he's getting married to another and that she's out of the equation. Broken, confused and cold is what she feels but she lets it all go thinking maybe they were never meant to be. what happens a few years later when she's summoned home by her father, she introduces her man only to get rejected and this time she's told she'll marry the prince as his 'Second' wife his Second choice and this is where she catches on fire after all 'What remains of them'. Will she marry the prince. Not when he's one hell of a mad man. Them

Jadelola Adebayo. She wasn't royalty. She wasn't billionaire-born. But she was brilliant with her hands, her designs slipping across Lagos society like silk - literally. She told herself it was only business. She told herself she would present the sketches, bow politely, and leave. But destiny has a way of rearranging careful plans. Because somewhere in the palace, descending from his own convoy with the slow arrogance of a man who had never been denied, was Prince Damilola Damien Adediran. And when his path collided with hers, Lagos itself seemed to pause. The city would remember their story. The blogs would feast on whispers of it. But in this moment, the world had no idea. All that existed was the dangerous pull between a woman who thought herself safe within marriage, and the Prince who had already chosen her - the one he would name Arike. She scowled, though her pulse betrayed her. "I told you before. I'm married. I don't belong to you." He stepped closer, closing the distance in unhurried strides until her back grazed the wall. His hand lifted, not touching, just hovering by her cheek. "Say it again, Arike. Louder this time. Maybe then I'll believe you." Her breath caught. "You're shameless." "Mm." His grin widened, vulgar and beautiful all at once. "Shameless enough to imagine what your lips taste like when you're angry. Shameless enough to want to hear you gasp my name the way you're gasping now." "Stop." Her palms pressed against his chest. Firm muscle beneath the fabric. Too warm. Too alive. He groaned, deep and rough, the sound vibrating under her touch. "Every time you touch me, Arike, you make it worse. Do you know that?" "I'm not-" she stammered, but he cut her off, voice dipping lower. "You think I don't see the way your pulse jumps when I look at you? The way you bite your lip when you're trying to hold back? Don't lie to me, ìfé mi. Your body betrays you

Cara snow is hired by the knox's to make their first son fall in love with her and for her to be in a relationship with the billionare superstar play boy. Angel Knox a famous billioniare celebrity who falls head over heels for the little business woman doesn't know she was hired to love him. Will angel find out. What happens when he finds out. ～～～～ ''Are you crazy Angel,let me go'' Cara yells glaring at the gorgeous man in front of her. Angel stares at her with the same madness and love as he always has, she did not even know how he was on the verge of going mad when she left him. ''I am Crazy Cara,I love you and you know it''Angel says and moves his hand to touch her only for Cara to smack it away. ''I already told you I don't,this was all a deal a deal for me.I was Hired to make you fall for me and to also show you love that was all''Cara says pushing back all her emotions as she glares at him. Angel appears to be broken by her words but he still looks at her with the same love and posessiveness. ''I don't care,I'll pay you,continue acting if you must but I cannot live without you baby and I know you know I love you so accet it or stay locked up with me forever'' Angel says and her face twists at his words. ～～～～～～～ ''What's your name''Cara asks him with a smile. She already does know his name but she knows she has to act oblivious. ''Angel''Angel replies with a dimpled smile. ''Who names their son Angel'' Cara asks with a frown. She had expected him to be offended but he just throws his head back in laughter.

"You don't have the right to decide who I get to be with" He roars glaring at her as he tries to control his breathing. "I was just trying to help" She replies her voice meek and steady. Being his assistant is one thing and being his friend is another so she decided it was best to act as a friend. "Help" He says the word like it's poison before making his way towards her and holds her arm in a tight grip pulling her close. "The only way you can help is if you love me" The moment the words escape her boss slash best friend's lips her eyes widen. "I-what are you saying" She whispers unable to wrap her head around his words. "I love you" The confession comes out thick and full of emotions as his voice turns deeper with each word. "I've always loved you, so much I was scared it would turn me mad and now it has". Working as the assistant of one of the most arrogant men the world has ever been graced with and also one of the wealthiest and most handsome. She often asks herself how she has managed to be in the presence of her boss without wacking him in the head. But it's simple, along with the boss and assistant relationship she also happens to be his friend "What are you doing" She breathes out frightened when she feels the warmth of his body just behind hers. He doesn't reply and instead deeps his head lower, his face dangerously close to her nape. "Your scent is driving me crazy baby" He hoarsly whispers his strong huge hands caging her between his body and the wall. "Stop it" She says trying to keep her voice steady. "Your bride might see"

Ruth a teenager who is bullied in school gets fed up. one day she stumbles upon a book titled 'Ruth' in the store of her school after a bully sends her there only to read out strange words. After that incident she wakes up to find transformation in her life and the whispers of a demon that makes her do it's bidding. The school is stunned, The bullies left gaping but will Ruth be able to control this demon. Not when it's the Ruth of all evil.... "who a..are you" Ruth stutters only to hear the familiar whispers in her head, her wrist where the tattooed ink is tingles and the voice chuckles. "Anima Gamella" it whispers, the feel of fingers tracing her skin has her breath catching.