He is the only son of the king Heir to the throne The most selfish and arrogant man you'll ever come across When he speaks everyone listens....... Then there she is, An innocent orphan Forced to be a maid in the palace But that is not her deepest story.............. A story of two different people who hated each other at first sight but only one has the right to show physical hatred towards the other, But what happens when one starts developing feelings for the other? Could it be one sided? Or will they go head over heels for each other? * * "What is your name" he asked sounding so angry "Jadwa" I answered trembling because his voice sounded like tunder to my ears "Open your mouth and reply me with words when i speak to you and how dare you stand when i am standing" he shouted sounding louder then before walking closer to me * * * Just a sneak peak of what to expect HE IS ROYALTY AND SHE IS JUST A PALACE MAID BUT WAS SHE REALLY MEANT TO BE JUST A PALACE MAID? Follow me through the journey of JADWA and SULTAN............. This is a Hausa/English novel, so there will be a-lot of hausa and English mixtures 😁😁😁😁😁 Happy reading

In a world where power rules and love deceives, Asma Habib Turaki stands at the center of a dangerous game. As the face of the Turaki Empire, she carries the weight of her family's legacy, but behind the glitz lies a storm of betrayal, forbidden love, and royal conspiracies. With enemies disguised as lovers and allies hiding daggers, Asma must protect her heart and her empire before everything crumbles.

Some promises are made with words, others with the heart... but what happens when doubt stands in the way? After three years away, Ilham returns home with a heart full of dreams-and a promise left hanging in the air. As she reunites with her loved ones and steps into a new chapter of her life, secrets, surprises, and emotions begin to unfold. Between the warmth of home, the pull of love, and the whispers of the past, Ilham must choose what to hold on to and what to let go of. Will love wait? Or will fate write a new story? A heartwarming story of family, love, and finding your place in a world that never stops changing

"Exams is hard enough, who said anything about adding a husband to the timetable?" -Faiza. Faiza had one dream: to finish school and build the life she envisioned, books, lectures, and a future of her choosing. Marriage was never part of the plan. Then fate intervened. Her first husband, a stranger in every sense, died on their wedding day, leaving her with heartbreak she never asked for and a coldness in her future she never saw coming. When she finally return to school, her father arranges another marriage, this time to Imran, a composed and guarded architect who believed love was unnecessary. She doesn't want marriage again. He certainly didn't. But their families decided otherwise. Their early days are quiet, awkward, parallel lives under one roof. Yet beneath the silence, something unexpected stirs. Quiet glances softening into longing. Small gestures weaving trust. Each moment quietly shifting into something more than either expected. Now, caught between the weight of what died and the fragile hope of what might grow, they stand on a delicate edge: will they keep their hearts closed... or let them be open for each other? WANNA BE YOURS is a tender, slow-burn halal romance of dreams deferred, second chances, and two reluctant hearts discovering a love they never planned, forging something beautiful from the unexpected.

Two people united by one enemy

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#6 in Romance 14/04/2017 Tunda take bata taba ganin mugun mutum marar kunya irin Zaid Abdurrahman ba. Ta so ta juya amma ganin su Maami yasa ta fasa ta shigo falon ta gaishe su sama-sama don tare suke da yayanta Saadiq. Har ma yana tambayarta "Ummu A. da fatan dai wadannan basu baki wahala a wurin aikin?" Murmushi tayi har sai da kumatunta ya loba sannan tace "Mutanen da suka bini har da roko saboda na musu aiki ba sau daya ba ba sau biyu ba, ai kaga bazasuyi garajen bani wahala ba, don haka ina aikina cikin kwanciyar hankali with full amenities. Ko ba haka ba?" Ta fada cikin dai murmushinta hade da harde hannayenta saman kirjinta. Idanunsa ya zuba mata tamkar mai karantar duk wani motsi da ruhinta yakeyi, "Saadiq, dole mu kula da Adiyya, saboda ko ba komai ta san yanda take amfani da kwakwalwarta, she's very smart." Ya kare maganarsa cikin murmushi. Tsumewa tayi hade da aika masa kallon banza, "Dole kace kuna kula da Adiyya, banda dan karan wuyar da kuke bani me kuke yi? kullum nayi aiki sai an kwakulo kuskure a ciki, ko me ya kaishi daukana aikin ma tun farko oho." Barin falon tayi zuwa kicin inda tayi zamanta a can taci abincinta. Bata sake bi ta kan falon ba bare ta san lokacin tafiyarsa. Tana kwance kan gado sai aikin sake-sake takeyi abu daya ke yawo a kwakwalwarta, kuma hanya dayace da zata bi don magance wannan damuwar- itace ta bar aiki a AZ IT consultants. A karo na uku! Ko su kadai suke daukan ma'aikatan da suka karanta fagenta ta yafe wannan aikin da irin ukubar da take shiga kullum wayewar gari, "To ma wai aikin dole ne?" Ummu Adiyya ta tambayi kanta, ba tare da sanin dalili ba ta samu kanta tana tsiyayar hawaye. "Duk harda laifin Abba ma yaya za ayi bayan na fada masa komai kuma yace na ci gaba da aiki dasu?" ******

Disclaimer ***Before you start, this book is now just a preview, don't ask about the rest of the book. It will be available in prints in sha Allah. Not on wattpad*** Scrolling down her phone, Zeena was reading her message log, when suddenly she stopped at a particular one that sent her heart racing, sending shivers down her spine. She almost dropped the phone. Not that she'd not seen odd messages before but this one, in particular, brought her world crashing; because she'd never seen this message before, how would it be that she was the person that sent it? How could she not remember ever writing this message? The words, the contents all didn't make sense. Her head started spinning and she felt light headed, her knees became weak like melted rubber. Before she knew what was happening she felt herself collapsing...

#1 Youth 13th October, 2019. #1 parenting 11th August, 2019. #1 attorney 30th Sept, 2020 #5 Youth 1st October, 2019. #3 youth 28th August, 2019. #15 English 30th August, 2019 Maryam was afraid of how he made her feel. The reality of her circumstances. She had never been this emotionally raw, weak as she was with Mubarak, she physically felt safe in his presence. She had never felt safe in the presence of a man like she did with him. That was not on her agenda. She wasn't supposed to be feeling all the things she felt now, but they were there. That was the last thing she wanted. She could sense his resistance, she had never seen a man so intent on not liking her as he. The rest just ignored her, him? He saw her but it felt as if he didn't want to. And here she was all intent on Becoming Mrs Bugaje. What would he say to Maryam? This would devastate her beyond all measures. His hands travelled to hold his nape, squeezing the thick muscle there, he had never felt so worthless all his life like he did now. A graceful light-eyed girl who brightened a crowd with her mere presence, a girl with the heart of gold, his young gazelle. He had her right where he wanted, loving him like no other, despite him being reckless, nonchalant, a liar by omission and a rogue she still loved him whole. Her love made him so full that despite giving her his all he was still left with excess from her. This was the woman he would inevitably lose because of his recklessness. She would face the pain. A pain of Becoming Mrs Bugaje. He had vowed to protect her from herself. Yet he had pushed her over. He had vowed to make her see what people had done to her, she taught him forgiveness. Under all that crazy bubbly mouthiness, was his angelic queen, compassionate, loving- a jewel. Yet he ruined her. Now her ruin was his ruin, he had carried his pain long, hard and deep in his heart. She was a pain he was willing to live through life with. Her voice what he lived for. Her smile his home.

THIS BOOK IS NOW A PREVIEW It wasn't the color of his eyes, or how they were hooded and look almost half asleep, everything took on life as long as she stared into his eyes. It was what she saw in them, what he made her see, how he looked at her, there was not a single stare of his that hadn't plunged her more in love with him, with his eyes he made her feel loved, he reprimanded her with them and he made her toes curl under her feet. All the deep, dark twisted side of him became opened to her, through his eyes, at his expressive best, or when they shifted to conceal a pain that he was sure revealing that would cause her pain. His Hazels. *** If Being Bilaal's wife came with a price, it was a tag worth every cent, every pain and sacrifice she'd made all her life..