The story follows a complex young woman who's built a fortress around her heart, scars of yesterday fuel her triumph today. she is struggling to shake off the remnants of her past. The memories of heart break and trauma still linger, making it hard for her to trust others, trust herself, and trust love. As she navigate the complexities of her emotions, she's forced to confront the darkness she's been trying to outrun. Will she find a way to heal, to let go, or will her past define her forever?

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

Copyright © 2024. All Rights Reserved. In the world of feelings, they say the heart is a bit unpredictable, fluttering unexpectedly and swaying in moments when the mind can't keep up. Sa'adatu likes sticking to her routine, finding comfort in the usual. Change isn't her thing; she's happy with the way things are. But suddenly, a surprising shift comes knocking-a tough task that seems impossible to win. In this whimsical tale, Adnan Bayero shows up as a spark of hope, but Sa'adatu is unsure. After living in an illusion for too long, the reality she sees now is not what she imagined. Life, akin to the heart's capricious dance, unfolds with surprises. The avoidance of the unexpected might just be the resonating crescendo, orchestrating the whimsical ballet of the heart. By Ferdeausee_

AN AREWA SLOW-BURN... ©2025 all rights reserved --- Aisha Hassan Saeed never planned to work for a man like Sudais Abubakar Muhammad - the meticulous, intimidating CEO who somehow manages to stress her, confuse her, and fascinate her all at once. She's outspoken, funny, and full of trouble. He's controlled, calculating, and impossible to read. They clash in the office, argue over little things, and pretend they can't stand each other. But underneath the sarcasm, the quiet looks, and the unspoken tension... something is shifting. This is a slow-burn story about a boss who swears he doesn't care, a PA who swears she can't be bothered, and the undeniable pull between two people who were never supposed to get close - yet somehow keep finding their way back to each other. --- ~"An image of complexity, painted in the subtilities of black and gray."

©2024 COPYRIGHTS. ❝It's you i want not your virginity, literacy or marriage count.❞ Nabeel became her shadow, her protector in a world that had abandoned her. He fought for her, bled for her, and, in the end, claimed her as his own. In his arms, she found not just love, but a savage devotion-something she never imagined she would experience in this lifetime. And as their worlds collided in passionate, dangerous harmony, Umaimah learned that love, when it finds you, doesn't come with the gentle caress of a fairy tale; it comes with the weight of a storm. Umaimah, a village girl with a heart heavy with desperation, was shackled by the cruelty of her adoptive parents, who treated her more as a servant than family. Her dreams, whispered in the dead of night, were filled with visions of escape-escape from the suffocating village that never saw her worth. Her first and only hope of salvation lay in marriage, but even that fate seemed to mock her. Three engagements had been broken, each leaving her more jaded, and now, at the ripe old age of "marriageable despair," she found herself cast aside, an unwed relic in a world that valued only brides. But fate, it seemed, had other plans. She was sent to the city as a maid-a meager consolation, but one that allowed her to slip away from her tormentors, to vanish into the sprawling anonymity of the urban jungle. She didn't just wish to escape; she needed to find her real parents, the bloodline that might redeem her.

Ayesha is a teenager who lost her mum at a 14 and had to face the realities of life and support her kid brother as well. She meet Ihsan when she was 18 but they broke up after a year and some months And she thought going back to Nigeria to find her family will bring solace to her life not knowing the surprises life will be throwing at her. Join me on this ride together and see how it ends with Ayesha!

Aisha (Sayyida), is a kind-hearted fulani lady and ambitious young woman in Architecture, with a dream of excelling in her dream company. As she climbs career highs, life present the prospect of marriage-her role model, a renowned business tycoon. He's a model of wealth, success dripping from every deal he makes. He wasn't the One Aisha was willing to marry yet destiny weaves them together. In this marriage, will his wealth pave a path to happiness for Aisha? Or will destiny hold twists and hardships despite the tycoon's riches?

{With every sun comes a new day, a new beginning.} {A hope that things will be better today than they were yesterday.} {And yet, she dared not lift the veil that protected her face from the eyes of outsiders as there is already too little in this world that is sacred, what she was required to go through during the weekend had to remain so.} {She was deeply indebted by the time everything was over} {But she was absolutely satisfied with her father's choice, at least not until she got to know it was none other than 𝒉𝒊𝒎.} {It was an explicit bloom, a bloom with no room for mistakes} Is it possible for a bloom to be this perfect?