Copyright 2022© All Rights Reserved. Aria Tayyu Safwan, a twenty four year old Turk came to Nigeria under unfortunate circumstances. Despite having a dark past and more skeletons in her closet than anyone else in her family, she took pride in being a lawyer more than anything. After all, she's not a big shot lawyer for nothing. What awaits her in Hadewa though? Aali Bin Bello II, Crown Prince and soon to be Calipha of Hadewa Caliphate had been away from home for so long. And when he returns, he didn't expect the problems that keeps sprouting out of nowhere threatening his position as the next Calipha. Or did he? Set in the Sovereign Caliphate of Northern Nigeria, in between unraveling secrets buried for decades and facing enemies long made, a battle for power continues, a quest for love begins, and a story of betrayal like never before. Will Law prevail along with Royalty? Or would both lose? By Ferdeausee.

This is a story about a young teenage girl named fauzana, who is as beautiful and gorgeous not only in her looks but her soul as well.fauzana is a normal middle class daughter of alhaji Ibrahim bebeji and hajiya ramatu,a family known for being respectful and responsible in the society. what will happen when fauzana cross path with Muhammad,a naughty spoiled child of alhaji shehu gidan dala,one of the richest family living in the city of Abuja, known for their vast business in petroleum and real estate business and also major stock holders in Nigeria follow me let's unravel the story that lies ahead. Is this a typical love story or is their something to it that is yet to be known.

Khairiyya's life changed the day her father died. At twelve years old, she lost not only the man who loved her most, but also the only place she had ever called home. Abandoned by a mother eager to start a new life with a new husband, Khairiyya was left in the care of her late father's older brother and his wife-a couple who welcomed her with open arms and loved her as their own. For five years, she found comfort in their kindness, unaware that a promise made long ago had already tied her future to someone she had never met. Rayyan never expected to return home and find a stranger living in his house. After years abroad, he comes back to discover that the quiet girl his parents took in after her father's death is no longer a child. Worse still, she is the fiancée he never agreed to have. At twenty-six, marriage is the last thing on his mind. At seventeen, Khairiyya wants nothing more than to belong. Bound by a promise neither of them made, they find themselves caught between family expectations, old wounds, and feelings neither is willing to acknowledge. But when the past comes knocking and the people who once abandoned Khairiyya suddenly want a place in her life, she is forced to choose between the family that left her behind and the one that chose her. In a story of love, loss, faith, and belonging, Khairiyya learns that sometimes the people Allah places in your life are worth more than the ones you were born to. And sometimes, home is not a place. It's a person. Will this live survive?? 17 & 25 does that makes sense?? Find out by flipping in the next page ✨

When Zoya Ahmed's cousin, Saad Mirza - the broody, honey-eyed CEO everyone in the family calls 'perfect' - ends up in a wedding fiasco, she never expected to be dragged into the chaos. But when the original bride runs away at the last minute, the Mirza and Ahmed families make one impulsive decision to save their honor: Zoya will replace her. What starts as an arrangement built on family pressure quickly turns into a clash of personalities - her chatter versus his silence, her emotions versus his control. Between sarcastic arguments, and awkward family dinners, theirs becomes a marriage neither of them wanted... but might just end up needing. - #1 in #Pakistani on November 16, '25

He was her calm. She was his storm. But storm doesn't only destroy, they also force rain. And rain? It makes things grow.

#1 in duties on wattpad 💃. MOE series. Did you enjoy 1? Well here is 2! Way better and even more experienced. Umaima's story with the emir of Kano, Abdallah Turaki. COPYRIGHT @2026 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. zuzulovesto_write. No part of this story is copied, everything is fictional and any resemblance is coincidential.

The story follows 24-year-old umar Faruq, who has just proposed to his longtime girlfriend, Balkis. Their future is shattered when Faruq's uncle and aunt die in a sudden accident, leaving behind their 7-year-old daughter,Noor khadija. Faruq discovered months prior that his uncle-a man of traditional and rigid beliefs-had legally "betrothed" khadija him to ensure she would never leave the family's protection. Now, faruq is not just khadija's guardian; in the eyes of their traditional community and his uncle's will, he is her future husband.

THE ARROGANT YET MINE Book 1 of the Zaki, Bukar & Galandanci Series A blood-stained Captain. A dark wardrobe. A fourteen-year-old girl whispering, "They won't find us." That night, Ihsan saved a soldier's life. That night, Shuraim Imraan Zaki vowed never to forget the girl who was his only light in the dark. Six Years Later The Cold Scientist Ihsan is no longer that terrified child. Now a brilliant medical student, she dissects the world with logic and scalpels. Love isn't destiny. It's a psychological glitch she has no time for. The Scandal But logic cannot explain the viral nightmare that shatters her reputation overnight. A leaked photo. A mountain of suspicion. In the eyes of the public she is fallen. In the eyes of her family she is a stain that must be washed away. The Iron Colonel At thirty-nine, Lt. Col. Shuraim Imraan Zaki is a man of scars and cold command. A widower. A single father. He has forgotten how to feel and he has certainly forgotten how to need someone. The Collision A chaotic Kaduna traffic jam brings them together. He sees a reckless girl defying his authority. She sees a lovely giant whose arrogance is larger than his rank. He calls her My Ustazia. She calls him Mr. Arrogant. The Danger Their tension is the least of their problems. Murad Al-Mansur Rubaɗo is watching. His obsession with Ihsan crosses the line between desire and destruction. And in the shadows Iron Smoke stirs. A global syndicate manipulating terror, governments and truth casts its hand over Nigeria. Their secrets reach into Ihsan's past and threaten Shuraim's future. In a war between military iron, medical logic and a shadow empire - Who will surrender first? And who will survive the smoke?

"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.

⚠️This story is a work of fiction and explores themes based on cultural traditions, emotional struggles, and personal transformation. She stormed out to the garden. "Say something!" she snapped, eyes burning. "Or are you still playing that 'I'm-too-pure-to-talk' game? Still pretending to be holy?" And that's when Raif moved. Fast. Zariah didn't even have time to blink before her back hit the nearby pillar - not hard, but firm enough to freeze her breath. His hand gripped her waist tightly, the other at her wrist, locking her in place. His chest pressed to hers. His face was inches from hers. His voice was deep. Controlled. But deadly serious. "It's no longer like always, Zariah." Her lips parted. "I used to ignore you because I knew my limits. I'm not like those men who flirt and sin and call it love. I feared Allah more than I ever desired you." His eyes narrowed, dark fire glowing behind them. "I didn't punish you back then because I respect women - even when they spit venom. I kept my mouth shut, not because I was weak... but because you weren't my mahram. I had no right to look at you, touch you, even speak without reason." He leaned closer, and she could feel his breath brush her cheek. "But now..." His grip on her tightened, and her body trembled - not from fear, but from the intensity in his words. "Now you are my wife. Now, you belong to me. Halal. Lawful. Mine." Zariah tried to turn her face away, but he caught her chin, tilting it back to him. "Now I can do anything I want. I can touch you. I can silence your insults without guilt. And I can show you what it means to be owned in a way that'll make you crave it again." His lips brushed her neck, just for a second - before he bit her. Not soft. Not brutal. But just enough to sting, enough to leave a mark. Zariah gasped, frozen. He pulled back just a little. "This-" he said, brushing his thumb over the fresh mark on her neck, "-is the first of many."