What happens when your casual crush accidentally turns into your fiancé...without you even knowing? When shy but ambitious baker Dani Joyce accepts her longtime crush Justin's marriage proposal on a drunken night out, she soon discovers that his overbearing family not only knows about their "engagement," but is determined to make it happen against any and all odds. The problem? Justin has a handsome older brother, Wes. And he's really Dani's type. With the fake marriage getting closer, and her feelings for Wes getting stronger, Dani has to decide whether to keep up the ruse for Justin's sake or choose her own destiny-because when your career and heart are on the line, sometimes a gal's gotta fight for herself.

[UNDER EDITING] BASED ON A HAUSA LIFESTYLE. --- "Too bad you're mine and you have no choice but to stick with me" --- Umar Kashim is rich, and from how he is portrayed, arrogant too! Hameeda on the other hand is his opposite. Cheerful and well mannered, but does not take any nonsense that comes her way! So what happens when their opposite worlds collide? Will their heavy dislike towards each other turn into LOVE? Well it is said that opposites do attract! Find out in 'MINE'. --- Story Rankings #1 in Nigeria out of 1,000+ stories #1 in Umar out of 43 stories #4 in wattpadstories out of 1,000+ stories #13 in Discovery out of 1,000+ stories #43 in Muslim out of 1,000+ stories #69 in wattpad out of 1,000+ stories #210 in Relationship out of 1,000 stories #960 in Hausa out of 1,000+ stories

BASED ON A HAUSA LIFESTYLE Follow Manal through her journey as she moves to a new city to begin a new phase of her life, only to innocently Involve herself in a little family of three, along with that she finds herself entangled between two brothers. How will Manal find her way out of this? Through love or through betrayal...or both? Find out in 'Made for You'.

Arewa Emirates, Glitz and glamour, Culture, Family, Tradition, Principles, and lying beneath, lurking in the shadows is ... evil. We all know that a king must handle all that comes his way with a ruler's grace, but let's see how Zayn-Ashraf Malik, the youngest heir of the Malik Dynasty does it after having to become king because the eldest heir of the Malik Dynasty didn't want to have anything to do with the Emirates. Though young, Zayn has to deal with the evil lurking in the darkness, trying to take over the Malik Dynasty of Kano. Some old ties, some envy, and some, out of sheer malice. Would do with a good woman by his side. But with all these eating up to his once peaceful life, how will he hold up his crumbling world? A world of many faces. Copyright © 2023

Umaiyrah Abdulmalik is soft like lavender-quiet, graceful, and content with living a simple life in Gwagwalada. Between supporting her family, planning events, and finding peace in routine, she has no room for the chaos of Abuja's elite world. Until the day she walks into a penthouse lounge in Maitama... and meets Zayd Yusuf Abubakar He smells of oud-rich, warm, and dangerously unforgettable. A multi-billionaire energy mogul with hazel eyes, a calm voice, and a presence that shifts the air around him. Zayd is the kind of man people whisper about powerful, quiet, and impossible to reach. But for reasons even he can't explain... he can't look away from the modest event planner who carries herself like she doesn't know her own beauty. Their worlds clash-soft and strong, lavender and oud. She wants simplicity. He lives in luxury. She plans events. He plans empires. Yet destiny weaves their paths together, drawing them into a slow-burning connection neither of them saw coming. In a city where status speaks louder than hearts, can a gentle girl from Gwagwalada and Abuja's quiet billionaire find a love that feels like home?

A WORK OF FICTION. Tales Of The Heart could come in different forms. My story might be different from yours, her story may be similar to yours, our stories could be the same as yours... Meet Hafsah Amaani, a bubbly and cheerful girl with an overactive spirit that might fit into ten people. She's all smiles at new people and sticks out in a crowd. Clumsiness might not be her best trait but it's one of the reasons why she sticks out in the crowd. SHE IS A DAYDREAMER.. With several ambitions lining one after the other in her head, she has a heart perfect for entertainment and a strong passion for love. AS A HOPELESS ROMANTIC.. Love found her. ... Meet Aysha Imaan, a composed, passionate, strict follower of rules with a strong sense of leadership and commitment. She's a very much more reserved version of Amaani who has her own moments of spontaneity once in a long while. SHE'S A PEOPLE PERSON.. Who garners respect, helps those in need and vows to use all she has to offer for those who don't. DESPITE SHYING AWAY FROM LOVE AND ALL IT ENTAILS.. She found it a few feet away.

"A marriage neither of them chose. A chemistry they can't ignore. And a fate neither of them can escape." "You're avoiding me." Yusra froze, fingers tightening around the silk scarf. She didn't turn. "I'm not." Fahad scoffed. "You barely look at me. You barely speak to me." "Maybe there's nothing to say." He stepped closer, his voice low. "You've been acting like I don't exist since the conveyance. If you have a problem, say it." Yusra turned, chin lifted. "Why would I? It's not like you care." His jaw tightened. "You think I don't?" "You don't act like it." Silence. Heavy, charged. Then, before she could move, his fingers brushed hers-a fleeting touch, but enough to send a jolt of heat through her. She inhaled sharply. "You think I don't care? Since when?" His voice was rough, edged with something dangerous. He leaned in, forcing her to look up. "Then tell me why you're shaking." She wasn't. At least, she didn't think she was. But now, with his touch lingering, she wasn't so sure. Fahad's gaze flickered to her parted lips before he pulled back, his restraint like a thread about to snap. "You don't want me to care, Yusra," he murmured. "Because if I do, neither of us will be able to stop what happens next." And just like that, he walked away-leaving her breathless, rattled, and desperate to understand why she suddenly wanted him to turn back.

Fadila Ahmad: A middle-class damsel. Sweet, intelligent, lovely, and down to earth in her own small world, always happy. Who only sees marriage as an arrangement for happiness, love, and comfort. But there is something else she doesn't know about marriage also. What do you think will be fadila's marital challenge?... Mahmud Abubakar: A son to a politician, construction, and food company. A very successful handsome spoilt brat. He got it all the full package, the look, fame, intelligence, kind and family. Born with a silver spoon. But there is something else the former model is lacking which is freedom, he gets controlled by his mother. What will happen when he gets caged free from her when he set his eyes on the caramel-skinned beauty?.. who he is very sure his mother won't accept. What do you think will be the consequences of his action?.. Find out in this lovely story This is not a love story!! This is a story of love!! ⚠️ warning 🔞 Content warning*** Mature content! Substances! Language! Violence! Hatred! Sexual content! This story has some quite descriptive sex scenes, which I will inform you at the beginning of the Chapter. Please read at your discretion!!! Don't forget to vote, comment, and add to your library. Love, dailymail1 Highest Ranking #1 in Hausa 17, Sep 2021 #1 in Fulani 15, Sep 2021 #1 in mother in law 13, Sep 2021 #5 in NAIJA novel 23, Nov 2021 #5 in rated18, 30 Dec 2021

"What is your name? " he enquired with a staid expression. Obi's eyes roamed around still trying to ascertain the safety of their current surrounding. Her lips were still quivering out of shock and her breathing distorted. "Obiukwu" She finally let out still battling with unsteady breathing. He adjusted the cuff of his pristine white shirt and helped her up. "For a girl with a boy's name you certainly do not think like one. Usually when a female dog comes after you, you don't run towards her young puppies, you run far away from them". She adjusted her pleated skirts which had been torn while she ran frantically from the enraged beast. This boy's words were rather insulting but she swallowed any form of insult that would have ensued especially from his reminder of the stereotype that had been carved out from her name . A simple act of gratitude, for he had been her savior. Was he not a dunce for thinking that way?. She knew a lot of moronic boys and her cousin Chukwudi was the ideal example. The dog had run at the sound of his command. She walked away from him slowly hoping to see Sandra somewhere close. "Hey! You owe me a thank you and something else". She ignored him and kept walking.She hated dogs and arrogant rich boys! "My name is Obiefune!" Obiukwu stopped for a brief moment and yelled back at him "thank you! ". Obiukwu, a young selfless girl is forced to choose between love and duty when life hurls misfortunes at her. Does she end up with her first love Obiefune even when the odds are against them? Find out by clicking on that read button😊 Remember to vote, comment and share ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ All rights reserved © 2019 @nwagbaramichellenwaonu (Michelle 18Uzoma). Top Rankings #32 Wattpadromance 28/07/2019 #36 Tales 12/08/2019 #start:May/02/ 2019 #Stop:August /09/2019

Maryam never imagined returning home from school abroad would mean facing her family's royal expectations. In the palace of Zazzau, tradition rules, hearts are tested, and nothing is as simple as it seems. And then there's Amir the prince she's meant to resist, but can't ignore. Enemies, cousins, royalty, and destiny collide in a story of love, duty, and secrets.