COPY RIGHT 2020 { 1 on #Heels 1 on #wattpadbanters 3 on #nigerian 1 on #fulani 5 on #bosslady} Under estimated or rather just not seen fit to be successful as an Arewa young lady. And here is the irony, I was okay with the simple life I had until I was tossed into the world of Games and Cash where mischief and smart plans have to be your partners. I faced opponents who kicked back and relaxed thinking I'm nothing against them. If only they knew, What they all can do, I can do better.... And in HEELS. Humaira Baba Gana is a girl, trying to maneuver life while balancing between revenge, success, family and love. Will being in the spotlight be her guide or would it be a call to the wolves?

It is a story about a typical Fulani Muslim girl with a perfect background and up bringing from a very wealthy family, who later meet with a destiny that totally changed her and left her hanging on a thin thread of her real self. It is a story about love, sacrifices for love and the consequences of that. Maimoon will bring tears to your eyes. Main Characters: Moon: Very beautiful, intelligent and well mannered girl from a very rich family. A girl 'loved by all' as stated by her envious sister. Ibrahim: A poor yaroba handsome charmer. Madly in love with Moon but have low self assurance. Sultan: A hot tempered, spoiled rotten rogue. A prince, who harbours a life changing secret.

Cassandra "Sandra" Sirius Cerano loved him, maybe a little too much. Ibinigay niya ang lahat. She believed in the promises. Kumapit siya kahit pa unti-unti nang gumuho ang lahat. But when it ended... it ended for real. Now he's back. Tired eyes. Heavy words. And questions that hurt more than they should. "Do you think forgetting me will give you peace?" She nods, kahit may kirot pa rin sa puso niya. If he said those words back then... maybe she would've stayed. Maybe. But that version of her? She's long gone. Too much has changed. She's not the same girl who waited and waited, hoping he'd finally figure out what he really felt. She learned how to stand on her own. She learned the hard way that some love stories are better left unfinished. And now? She's not going back. Not this time. Not ever.

Aiman grew up in silence, taught to believe her worth was tied to how little space she took up. In a house that saw daughters as burdens, she learned to dream small, speak softly, and expect nothing. Her parents didn't love her, they prepared her for a transaction, one they hoped would secure their status. When Aiman's marriage is arranged with Zayn Al Ahmed, the eldest son of a wealthy, well-respected family, she enters a world she doesn't understand. Everyone says it's a perfect match, but Aiman has never trusted in perfect. With a husband who is nothing like the cold figures in her past, and in-laws who treat her with a kindness she's never known, Aiman finds herself grappling with a terrifying, unfamiliar hope. Could this be the start of a new life, a life where she finally matters? Or is she just waiting for the other shoe to drop? . . |Tropes| -Arranged/forced marriage -Slowburn -Found family -Emotional healing -Love after marriage -Billionaire -Green flag male protagonist - Love through actions

Aisha is a newly employed scientist at a famous laboratory in Lagos. People have described Aisha as free, open-minded, proud and also courteous. Chinwe was the opposite of Aisha (expect the proud part) but somehow they bonded. Chinwe and Aisha are colleagues. Aisha fell pretty fast for Chinwe. Chinwe on the other hand always gave Aisha mixed signals which always confused her and also because Chinwe was not entirely single. Will Chinwe choose Aisha or is she just another trophy on the shelf?

Poison and Wine It is said that every story begins the day we are born and ends the day we die. But no matter how I want to tell mine, it always begins with him. When I met Nayel, my life was already on the edge of collapsing. My world was filled with broken hearts, betrayal, regret, and memories that ached like open wounds. Unlike other children, I didn't grow up in a happy home. My parents' reputation mattered more than I did. I never knew the love every child deserves. And though I pretended to be over it, the truth is, I wasn't. I'm not completely good, but I'm not entirely bad either. I'm just human. We are all both light and dark. Welcome to my story. A story of love and ruin. A story of equal pleasure and pain. The love - like wine - was sweet in moderation, intoxicating in essence, but addictive until it became poison. His choices, his touch, his actions - they left irreversible damage, emotional scars I may never heal from. This is Malak's story. This is our story. Poison and Wine.