Fatima is in her third year of architecture school, and life has never felt better: stellar grades, loyal friends, and Jamal, a boyfriend who loves her the way rain loves soil, quietly and completely. Isah has mastered the art of restraint, putting principles above all else and never once blurring the line between professional and personal, until grief collides with proximity and a girl lands in front of his car, striking a place in his chest he thought had long since healed. The timing is wrong, the wounds are fresh, and some kinds of love ask to be chosen twice. Puddles is a story about the love that finds you, and the love you were already keeping.

Teacher Lira Amara Villanueva thought she had already left her past behind-along with the love she once believed would last forever. Focused and dedicated, she built a quiet life as a teacher, far from the memories she tried so hard to forget. But everything changes when she meets a new student in her class... and discovers that the child's father is none other than Rolando Cruz-her greatest love. The man she once loved deeply is now back in her life, not as hers... but as someone she can no longer avoid. Old feelings resurface, but so do the pain, the distance, and the unanswered questions. Now, Teacher Lira is caught between her role as an educator, the past she buried, and a love that never truly died.

For five years, twenty-three-year-old Khadija lived in a sanctuary of her own making. Far away from her father's sprawling mansion and the toxic shadow of her stepmother and stepsisters, she built a life filled with light, peace, and a thriving perfume business. She thought she had permanently escaped the golden cages of old money. But when her powerful father (or so people think) snaps his fingers and demands her return, Khadija is forced to make a devastating choice: step back into the lion's den, or watch her mother break under the family pressure. Choosing her mother, Khadija walks back through the heavy black gates of her childhood nightmare. But she isn't the quiet, compliant eighteen-year-old they remember. Armed with a cold resolve, Khadija plans to survive the hostile glares of her stepsisters and whatever calculated "plans" her stepmother has waiting for her. What she didn't plan for, however, was Hammad Aali. Hammad Aali, relentlessly charming, permanently calm, modern businessman and a man whose family is constantly pushing a parade of elite cousins and high-society women into his line of sight. From desperate socialites to Khadija's own step-sister, who will do absolutely anything to claim his name, Hammad is a prize to be won. But he has zero interest in being trapped. Untill he met Khadija. Sharp-tongued, fierce, and utterly unimpressed by his status, she is the one woman who has the audacity to ghost him. For a man used to women falling at his feet, her silence is a reckoning, a challenge he cannot seem to walk away from.

"The groom is finally here." Khalid's eyes moved to them slowly. Cold. Sharp. "Get out." They hesitated, unsure they heard him right. "I said get the fuck out of my house!" The anger in his voice left no room for argument. Both girls flinched, fear flashing across their faces. Without another word, they rushed past him, nearly tripping over their steps as they fled the room. The door closed behind them. Silence returned - thick and unbearable. Khalid stood there for a moment, just watching her. Ayesha's shoulders shook. Her hands trembled in her lap. She felt his gaze on her like weight pressing her down. Slowly, she tried to stand, her legs weak beneath her. She couldn't breathe properly. She just wanted to leave. Anywhere. Anywhere but here. She took a step toward the door. "Where do you think you're going?" His voice stopped her cold. She swallowed hard, her throat tight, her voice barely a whisper as she answered, "O-out..." Khalid let out a short, humorless laugh. "Aren't you my bride?" he said. "It's our wedding night. Our first night." His tone turned dark. "We should celebrate." Before she could react, he reached out, pulling away her veil. The world tilted. Panic rushed through her veins as he pushed her back onto the bed. "No," she shook her head desperately, tears spilling faster now. "I don't want this. Please-" Her words fell apart on her tongue. He wasn't listening. Hovering above her, his presence felt overwhelming, crushing. The ceiling blurred through her tears. Her hands clenched the sheets, her body stiff with fear. Then something inside her broke. This was her reality now. This was her life. He was her husband. Slowly, she stopped struggling. Her eyes closed tightly, lashes wet, tears escaping anyway. Her lips trembled as she whispered the only words she could find, her voice small, broken, and defeated. "Please... be gentle." a marriage of force. tortured love. love after marriage.

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."

"Salim, you're scaring me," she said quietly. He shook his head quickly. "I'm not trying to scare you." "Then what are you doing?" His voice lowered. "We need to do this." Ikram stared at him. "Do what?" Salim swallowed. "We need to make sure they can't separate us." Her confusion deepened. "How?" He looked at her directly. "We need to sleep together." For a second... Ikram thought she misheard. Her face slowly changed. "What?" Salim stepped closer again. "If we do it... if you get pregnant..." Her eyes widened. "They won't have a choice," he continued quickly. "Our parents will be forced to let us marry." The silence that followed felt heavy. Ikram stared at him like she was looking at a stranger. "Salim..." she whispered slowly. "Tell me you're joking." He shook his head. "I'm serious." Her stomach twisted. "You're serious?" "Yes." Ikram took a step back. "No." Salim moved forward again. "Ikram, listen-" "No." Her voice came out stronger now. "Salim, that's insane." "It's not insane!" "Yes it is!" He grabbed her wrist suddenly. "We don't have time!" Ikram pulled her hand away immediately. "Don't touch me!" Salim's frustration grew. "You said you love me!" "I do!" "Then prove it!" Ikram stared at him in disbelief. "Prove it?"

As the Crown Princess of Kano, Maryam Ahmad Abdallah has spent her entire life carrying a crown she isn't allowed to wear. To the kingdom, she's a princess. To the council, she's a disappointment. To her father, she's his hope. With an arranged marriage to the arrogant heir of a billionaire dynasty threatening to seal her fate, Maryam escapes the palace whenever she can, hiding behind the name Amal to experience the life she's destined to protect. Then she meets Amar. A man with no title, no wealth, and no reason to bow before her. He challenges her, believes in her, and reminds her that a ruler's worth isn't measured by birth alone, but by courage. As love blossoms, the kingdom descends into a battle for the throne. Secrets unravel, loyalties are tested, and one revelation will change everything. Because Amar isn't who he claims to be. And neither is the future everyone planned for Princess Maryam.

A prince who wants nothing. A girl who remembers nothing. When Athwa Al-Qays is taken, broken, and stripped of her past, she becomes nothing more than a gift in a royal palace. But Sahir Sultan is not a man who accepts gifts. Cold. Untouchable. Bound to a future he never chose. Until her. Her silence draws him in. Her beauty haunts him. Her presence threatens everything he stands for. He was meant to marry a princess. She was never meant to matter. But in a world of power, secrets, and betrayal... The girl with no memory might become the only thing he refuses to lose. She was given to him as a gift. He was never meant to keep her. Sahir Sultan, the perfect heir. Athwa Al-Qays, the girl with no past. One glance changed everything. And she became the reason he smiles. But there's a problem. A dangerous one. A past that refuses to stay buried. Because the moment she steps into sahir's heart he returns. Rakan Sultan. The ruthless, merciless prince. The man who owns the darkness. The same man she once ran from... The same man who almost made her his. ⸻ Now she's trapped between two brothers: One who protects her. One who wants to claim her. One who offers her peace. One who is her nightmare. And Athwa? She remembers nothing. But her heart... is starting to choose. ⸻ Because in a world of power, obsession, and secrets- She isn't just a gift. She is the war. 🔥

2024 .....IN EDITION Edited to chapter 20 This book has been changed to MATURE hence the recent edition, strong languages will be used, and other mature contents.

Copyright© 2023. All rights reserved. Meet Yasmin El-suraj, the epitome of determination. Defying the stifling norms of a judgmental society, Yasmin fervently pursues her dreams to ensure her family's rightful prosperity. In a society quick to judge, branding a woman's success as tied to whoring about and veiling it under a less prosperous business, Yasmin refuse to be defined by prejudice. When fate presents her the chance to become an event planner, Yasmin seizes it like a lifeline, disregarding her humble beginnings and embracing the opportunity with vigor. As the youngest and least affluent among her peers, she pours her heart and soul into mastering the craft, unwilling to squander this chance. Amidst the whirlwind of her burgeoning career, fate orchestrates a pivotal encounter during her first wedding event-a meeting with Abdullah, a groomsman. A man she knew she wanted, she fell for at first sight. The memory of their first interaction is a blend of blushing embarrassment and unforgettable mortification, etching itself indelibly in Yasmin's psyche. Most wouldn't look his way ever again and would hope to never meet in this lifetime, but not Yasmin. Despite discovering Abdullah's impending marriage, she stakes her claim, unyielding in a society where a man can have four wives, determined to find her place in his life.