"Anee place your hand here" he said using his index finger to point to his chest and I slowly place my hand there feeling his heartbeat in fast motion.. A mixture of happiness and live with pure ever after. "What do you feel?" He asked "Your heart beating extremely fast" "That's my life with you inside" he smiles sending shivers down my spine. "Without me your heart will still be beating.." I challenge confuse. "But Ahmaad will be nothing but a walking dead. . ." *** *** This is not your predictable story. it's a long journey with Ahmaad and Haneesa as the lead, a journey of love and mushiness, it's spicy and hot and you won't know what will hit you. Keep the tissue close by. All rights reserved! Cover by: Hijabifemenist

Copyright ©️2026. All rights reserved. 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 ✔️ 🏅#3 aisha / 20-08-2026 🏅#2 Khalid /20-08-2026 🏅#1 khalid/ 19-09-2026 🏅#2 aisha/ 19-09-2026 🏅#1 kaduna/ 19-09-2026 No plagiarism of this book!! -by Ummusalma

The city doesn't shout. It watches. It remembers. Fatima Bugaje arrives with ambition, an NYSC khaki, and a refusal to shrink herself. Love is not part of the plan until two men step into her path. Imran Abubakar Gaya is ease and warmth. He shows up, listens, and makes life feel lighter. Fuad Muhammad is control and silence. He challenges her, unsettles her, and never explains himself. She meets them before titles. Before power. Before the truth. Caught between comfort and confrontation, Fatima must decide what kind of love she's willing to choose and what kind of woman she refuses to stop being. Built on Quiet Fire is a slow-burn romance about ambition, identity, and desire in spaces where power speaks softly but changes everything

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.

Story Description: In the heart of Abuja, two worlds collide when Mariya Abubakar Zanna, the stunning and fiery daughter of distinguished Senator Usman Abubakar Zanna, meets Umar Bukar Ibrahim, a ruthless oil mogul and devoted single father. Mariya, the epitome of Abuja's high society, lives for glamour, luxury, and attention. Her sharp tongue and unapologetic attitude command respect, yet beneath her polished facade lies a complex, proud woman. However, her reckless behavior threatens to tarnish her father's reputation. Umar, a self-made petroleum engineer, exudes power and authority. His rugged, chiseled features and piercing gaze strike fear into business rivals. His life revolves around his adorable daughter, Fatima, his revered mother, Hajiya Fannah, and his empire. No nonsense, no distractions. When Mariya's scandalous actions jeopardize her father's political career, Senator Zanna seeks a solution to tame his wild child. Umar's father, the revered Alhaji Ibrahim, wishes to see his unmarried son settle down and provide a stable mother figure for Fatima. Their families orchestrate a union, hoping marriage will calm Mariya's rebellious spirit and provide Umar with a suitable partner. The unlikely pair is thrust into a whirlwind of opulence, politics, and passion. Will Mariya's spontaneity soften Umar's steel-like heart? Can Umar's stability tame Mariya's restless spirit? Or will their differences tear them apart?

Book three in the forever series.

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BOOK TWO IN THE HOUSEWIVES SERIES Disquiet Ardor Her name is Lailarh. The girl who laughs like her ribs never caved in, Who spins joy from ashes Not because life's been kind, But because she mastered the art of smiling with a broken jaw. From the outside, she's sunlight But inside? She's a room where the curtains never part, Where memories hide under the bed like monsters too real to name. Touched too early Not with love, but with silence. Molested by shadows she couldn't outrun, Yet they called her "strong." As if survival was a medal, Not a scream trapped in her throat. Then came him The boy with everything, Except peace He wore swagger like armor, But he was drowning in powders and pills Chasing numb in alleyways lit by pain He never trusted love. Said it was a myth they sold in movies. But her laugh It made him believe for a second They met like wildfires Sparks Smoke Chaos that felt like home. But two broken mirrors can't reflect a full picture So they clashed Beautifully Disastrously She wanted healing He wanted escape She needed space to breathe. He needed something stronger than air. And yet Somewhere between the bruises and boundaries, The highs and goodbyes, There was... something. Not quite love Not quite ruin Just disquiet ardor. A kind of fire that doesn't warm But still burns real Her name is Lailarh And she's not your savior Not your victim Just a girl Trying to bloom With haunted roots.

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In the heart of Northern Nigeria, where tradition and culture run deep, a young Fulani girl's fate is sealed when she's forced into a marriage with the stranger she saved by the river bank, unaware he is the prince of Gombe. As she navigates the complexities of royal life, she must confront the Harsh realities of her new world and the secrets that surround her new world. Will she find Love, or will duty and tradition tear them apart? . With the rich cultural heritage of this ,the North as its backdrop, "I Married a prince" is a tale of love , duty, deceit ,betrayal ,royalty ,bloodshed and romance Dive into the world of " I MARRIED A PRINCE" to discover.