The air smelled faintly of oud and cold leather. Madina's heart was racing as she ended her furious call. She shoved her phone into her bag, muttering under her breath. She'd just hid into this car to save herself and it's all because of that man. Madina: "When I finally meet that man, I'll strangle him with his own tie." (she exhales sharply) "Who does he think he is-God?" A low chuckle came from the seat beside her. Deep, smooth. Dangerous. Muhammad Turad who has been studying her replies which stuns her"You might want to choose a softer form of negotiation, Miss." his tone is calm and teasing "Strangling governors tends to make headlines." She wants to strangle him Her breath caught. She turned slowly, eyes meeting his-dark, unreadable, but too alive to ignore. Madina: "You-You were here the whole time?" Turad: "My car. My silence. Your words." In the glimmering heart of Abuja, Madina Gambo fights her way through the storm of politics, family expectations, and self-worth. As a senator's aide, she has learned to stand tall among men who believe power belongs only to them. Hidden behind walls of power and shadows, Muhammed Turad Muhammed I. After surviving a near-fatal accident, he returns to Abuja determined to find the woman who once appeared in his path-a woman whose presence haunts him like a promise. Madina, however, is too busy being infuriated. Her every attempt to meet the elusive His Excellency fails. Her family mocks her ambitions, her uncle poisons every dinner with scorn, and her grandfather-the only light in her chaos-reminds her that patience always wins. But patience isn't her strength. Until one night, fate catches them both off guard

Kamilla runs down the stairs, her fingers clutching her dress to prevent it from trailing behind her. she's about to walk down completely when his voice stops her. "Princess" He calls out in a raspy voice and she freezes. Kamilla doesn't turn to stare at him or acknowledge him and that only seems to irk him more. 'Princess' Calls me that like he cares. 'Good, it should' she says internally. "Go and change" He instructs and instantly her pulse beats at his words and she finds herself exhaling slowly before turning to face him. "who are you to tell me what to do" She spits eyes glaring in his direction but she doesn't maintain eye contact. Sadiq's eyes narrow and he walks closer, his steps predatory. "Your husband" He states matter of factly and she scoffs. "Husband?.." Kamilla pauses for dramatic effect. "Husband to who exactly, is It to the woman you left alone in a rediculously big house or the wife you haven't so much as touched since you got married?" By the end of her sentence, she has her arms folded across her chest as she glares at the rediculously handsome figure in front of her. he might be known as the 'Amir' outside and a crown prince but in here she's his queen. "You want me to touch you princess" His voice is low and sultry as he licks his bottom lip while his gaze remains fixated on her. kamilla's breath gets caught in her throat and heat instantly raises up her cheeks. defiant she raises her chin. "I..We weren't talking about that" She stutters trying to brush it off. Amir Sadiq's face suddenly turns serious as he stands straighter. "Come here princess" He orders in a sharp voice. "Never knew my princess craved for my touch" He mutters low enough. _____ Kamilla Bello never thought that from juggling her daily life in a cafe she sets out in the outskirts of the city with her best friend shed suddenly be wedded off to a man. Not any man but him. Amir J.S.E.H. The man whose name is whispered and a man whose power suffocates,

"What are you doing here" She questions eyeing him while walking towards her closet to pull off the clothes from the party. The prince is sitted on the bed, fingers fisting the sheets as he stares at her his Adam's apple bobbing from each ragged breath. "I'm here for you" He states his voice raspy. stunned she turns around so fast she stumbles "Here for me" the laugh that escapes her is unintentional. "Excuse me your highness but please get out" Now with a slightly colder voice she tells him trying to be polite. He freezes, eyes darkening at her words before wetting his lips "I'm not going anywhere, now come here. I want you" He says eyes fixed on her and she lets out a breath her glare begining to form. "No" The word escapes her as she turns to walk into the closet. "I'm here as your husband" The prince mutters and she freezes, her own fingers tightening over the silk dress she has on before she whips her head to stare at him. when her family would visit the palace she'd always leave with one name and that is 'His wife' with whispers within and outside the palace crawling over her as they refered to her as the 'Prince's wife' 'Judge's wife' but she'd brushed it all aside deciding it was best to address such issues when they are about to happen and unknown to her it came sooner than later. Their wedding was set to take place in a few days and she felt only calm towards it only for her to wait...wait and be told he's getting married to another and that she's out of the equation. Broken, confused and cold is what she feels but she lets it all go thinking maybe they were never meant to be. what happens a few years later when she's summoned home by her father, she introduces her man only to get rejected and this time she's told she'll marry the prince as his 'Second' wife his Second choice and this is where she catches on fire after all 'What remains of them'. Will she marry the prince. Not when he's one hell of a mad man. Them

Jadelola Adebayo. She wasn't royalty. She wasn't billionaire-born. But she was brilliant with her hands, her designs slipping across Lagos society like silk - literally. She told herself it was only business. She told herself she would present the sketches, bow politely, and leave. But destiny has a way of rearranging careful plans. Because somewhere in the palace, descending from his own convoy with the slow arrogance of a man who had never been denied, was Prince Damilola Damien Adediran. And when his path collided with hers, Lagos itself seemed to pause. The city would remember their story. The blogs would feast on whispers of it. But in this moment, the world had no idea. All that existed was the dangerous pull between a woman who thought herself safe within marriage, and the Prince who had already chosen her - the one he would name Arike. She scowled, though her pulse betrayed her. "I told you before. I'm married. I don't belong to you." He stepped closer, closing the distance in unhurried strides until her back grazed the wall. His hand lifted, not touching, just hovering by her cheek. "Say it again, Arike. Louder this time. Maybe then I'll believe you." Her breath caught. "You're shameless." "Mm." His grin widened, vulgar and beautiful all at once. "Shameless enough to imagine what your lips taste like when you're angry. Shameless enough to want to hear you gasp my name the way you're gasping now." "Stop." Her palms pressed against his chest. Firm muscle beneath the fabric. Too warm. Too alive. He groaned, deep and rough, the sound vibrating under her touch. "Every time you touch me, Arike, you make it worse. Do you know that?" "I'm not-" she stammered, but he cut her off, voice dipping lower. "You think I don't see the way your pulse jumps when I look at you? The way you bite your lip when you're trying to hold back? Don't lie to me, ìfé mi. Your body betrays you

JADWA

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.

Meet Marwa Kabeer Hassan: A rude, narcissistic, audacious, and dramatic lady. She looks very innocent, beautiful, and nice but she has that no-nonsense aura that radiates off her like a flame, no one dares to mess with her. She hates royalty and every small thing related to royalty, especially the royals. The only set of people she tolerates is her family and they are people below middle-class. Zafeer Ibn Harith Baghdad: The eldest son of King Harith Baghdad and also the Crown Prince of Kano state. One look at the breathtaking guy, a person will fall in love with his handsome traits obtained from his mother who is an Arabian. He is the CEO of a successful real estate business and also the ambassador of Nigeria to Saudi Arabia. He is known for his unwavering fierceness and viciousness. His aura is domineering which makes him unapproachable. He can have anything he wants with just a snap of his fingers so no one dares to go against his words. As they say, "Two wrongs cannot make a right". But what if one is willing to change for the other?! Join me as I unravel the love story of Marwa Kabeer Hassan and Zafeer Ibn Harith Baghdad. And please, I would like it if you check out my first story on Wattpad and add it to your library. It is titled Asiya's diary. Please don't forget to check it if you haven't. Thank you. Love y'all, Gurlyyy22🌷.

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

"I could start fires with what I feel for you." He whispered as he leaned down to press his soft lips upon mine. Before our lips touched I whispered l,"I hate that you're so possessive, so annoying and so confusing." "Only for you baby." He whispered right before he slammed his lips on mine and took me to another dimension.