COPYRIGHT © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED! How did we go from "My life is empty without you." His voice had once broken for me, soft with desperation. "I'll be better. For you, I'll do anything, I swear." I believed him. Now_ "Get lost. You're a nuisance..." The feelings that lived in him had faded away. Out of all my sins and mistakes, Haidar was my favorite and my worst. We were once students in secondary school, exchanging glances that meant nothing until they meant everything. Then life separated us. I should have taken that as a sign from God but instead, I brought us back at the university and this time, he didn't come back the same. Neither did I. Everyone on campus warned me. Stay away from Haidar Isa. They said his name like it carried consequences. Like it could stain me but warnings sound like jealousy when you're in love. So I stayed. I should have listened. His letters were in my hands. My name written in his handwriting, his voice echoed harshly, the same voice that once traced promises against my skin now reduced to threats on paper. I tore one of the letters open. "It's over." My chest tightened. "Don't test me. I have everything I need to ruin you and I won't hesitate to." And there it was. Pain and Heartbreak. No apology. No explanation. Just a threat. Every word was written with certainty. Like he knew exactly how we would end. Like he had already planned it. He didn't just leave me, he stripped me of my dignity, he turned me into a joke, and a story whispered across campus halls. The girl blinded by love? She's gone, he erased her. And maybe that's his greatest crime. Villains aren't born, they are made. Haidar didn't just break my heart, he studied and used me, then he rebuilt me into something I don't recognize. I will survive this as the one thing he never prepared for. His ending. . . Highest Ranking🏆 #1 in Campus love story on 04-01-25 #1 in Ethiopia on 12-01-25 #2 in Mistreated on 04-01-25 Started 20/12/04

Are you in for an intriguing suspense?Are you a fan of interesting romance books? Are you an armchair detective? If yesthen here is a story for you. Follow the story of Fannah, a young girl who's destiny chose to elevate her by getting her married to the crowned prince of Toure Kingdom. The unsolved mystery here is How a girl of the prestigious Santalma family ended up as a Mistress to the seven Asthana brothers. Read and find out!

In the grand Kano Emirate, Sultan Abdulrahman III ruled with wisdom, power, and an unshakable sense of justice. Yet beneath the glory of his reign brewed a storm within his own household. On the same fateful day, four princes were born to four different mothers-each one raised to believe the throne belonged to him alone. Prince Abdul Malik, the fiery eldest of Lady Muzaina, carried ambition like a sword. Prince Abdul Hameed, heir of Queen Ruhaima, was bred in pride and entitlement. Prince Abdulrazak, son of Lady Hafsah, mastered cunning and manipulation. And Prince Abdulsalaam, the youngest, born of Lady Maimoon, was unlike them all-an introverted yet peaceful soul, adored by the people and quietly cherished by the Sultan. Raised in the care of their formidable grandmother, Sultana A'isha, Abdulsalaam grew into a man who never fought for the crown, yet every word he spoke carried weight. His gentleness stood in stark contrast to his brothers' arrogance and cruelty, earning him both their hatred and the people's love. But the fragile balance of the royal household shattered when Sultana A'isha discovered an unconscious maiden, Arfah, during one of her evening strolls. Brought into the palace, Arfah's beauty and mystery captured the hearts of all four princes at once. Love became another battlefield, entwining itself with ambition, rivalry, and destiny. As secrets unravel and the struggle for power deepens, one question looms over the Kano Emirate: Will the throne be claimed by fire, pride, or peace? The Prince of Peace is a tale of power, betrayal, brotherhood, and the one prince whose silence may prove stronger than swords.

NOT YOUR EVERYDAY/AREWA LOVE STORY. "...... I'm leaving" I said which make him halt in his space and laugh hysterically. "You're leaving,leave.go to hell I don't care, parhaps we are done since when you decided to do what think is good to you" he said and brush pass me.which make me sigh and decided to do what is good for my life. Read to find out what brings this lovable couple in to this hassle. ****** A story of a girl called Aaliyah Muhammad Ahmad known as lilarh by her parents and friends.she came from a wealthy,peaceful and lovable family.She was the only child of her parent.chearful fashionista and well mannered but does not take any nonsense that comes her way.she was spoilt and pampered by her parent but still a good girl. What happened when when her life turn a drastic U-turn she lost her parent in a plane crash on their way back from their trip to Mauritania . she have to live with her uncle which happened to be hated by his wife and his two daughters .they made her life a living hell and subjected to different types of injustice. She was set to an arrange marriage with her uncles friend's son Aaryan.an arrogant and grumpy businessman a multi-millionaire. A life wasn't easy for her as she got married to Aaryan and again stuck in a family sagas.Which will lead them to separation. So many questions that need to be answered so just dive into the story to answer your questions. Started: 27 March 2022 Ended: ........ Read to find out in LILARH🤞💥 Word count: ........

They say a woman's success means nothing if she doesn't end up married. I used to laugh at that. Quietly. The kind of laughter that doesn't escape your lips, because you don't have time for arguments that go nowhere. My name is Ibtihal. I'm twenty-eight. I have two degrees, a corner office in Abuja, and enough money to make my own choices - or so I thought. But in a house where my mother prays more for my marriage than for my health, and my father treats every holiday like a matchmaking summit, my silence eventually became an agreement. Not because I was in love. Not even because I believed in the institution. But because I was tired. Tired of being the "too focused" one. The "still not married" one. The "career is not companionship" one. So I said yes. To a man I didn't know. A man who barely looked at me during the introduction. A man who, as I later found out, had someone else waiting for him - someone he actually loved. But he said yes too, because his uncle - the man who raised him after he lost his parents - asked him to. A year, we agreed. A year of pretending. No expectations. No intimacy. No emotional strings. Just two people performing tradition so the noise would stop. And I was fine with that. More than fine, actually. I didn't want love. I didn't want mess. I wanted space to breathe and be left alone. But then, something changed. It wasn't dramatic. There were no candlelit moments or sudden heartbeats. It was subtle - the way he started looking at me like I wasn't just a deal. The way my name sounded different coming from his lips. The way I began to notice his silence... and miss it when it wasn't there. I didn't mean to fall. And I don't think he meant to either. But here we are - trapped in a marriage neither of us wanted... now tangled in feelings neither of us planned for. And for the first time in my life, I'm not so sure I want to be left alone anymore.