"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.

Some promises are made with words, others with the heart... but what happens when doubt stands in the way? After three years away, Ilham returns home with a heart full of dreams-and a promise left hanging in the air. As she reunites with her loved ones and steps into a new chapter of her life, secrets, surprises, and emotions begin to unfold. Between the warmth of home, the pull of love, and the whispers of the past, Ilham must choose what to hold on to and what to let go of. Will love wait? Or will fate write a new story? A heartwarming story of family, love, and finding your place in a world that never stops changing

Elena Marlowe, celebrating her lead role in The Swan Princess, lets her two best friends convince her to step out for a night at a club. There, she meets Adrián-charming, intense, impossibly magnetic, and utterly enigmatic. One passionate night in his suite leaves her breathless... and alone by morning. She tries to bury the memory, until a doctor delivers life-changing news: she's five weeks pregnant. Knowing nothing but his first name, she gives up on finding her baby's father. Five years later, Elena is a struggling single mother raising her daughter Mila, trying to rebuild her life. When a lucky job opportunity comes along, she thinks her luck has finally turned. But the man she's about to report to is the same Adrián-the one who walked out of her life so many years ago, yet gave her the most important part of it: their daughter. Contains: Sex scenes. Mature language Mature situations Alcohol Read at your own volition Rated 16 & up! Updates on every Tuesday & Saturday 🥇#employer 🥇#corparatedrama 🥇#engaged 🥇#hurt 🥇#secretary 🥇#secret 🥇#want

⚠️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."

COMPLETE AND EDITED VERSION AVAILABLE ON SELAR AND AMAZON (EBOOK & PAPERBACK) ~JALILAH~ Jalilah, a sweet, lively, and beautiful seventeen-year-old girl, knows no care in the world. An orphan since her parents passed away when she was just a year old, she has lived her entire life with her uncle, who promised to love and care for her as his own, never differentiating between her and his own children. ~JALAL~ Jalal, a twenty-nine-year-old handsome and wealthy man, lives life on his own terms. Despite being the object of many girls' affection, he is not one to be trifled with. He maintains a cold exterior, having constructed numerous walls around himself for reasons sacred to him. No one has attempted to breach these walls, but deep down, he is fragile and teetering on the brink of losing himself. What lies behind these impenetrable walls? And what will happen when a marriage is arranged between these two contrasting individuals? Will Jalilah be able to break down the barriers? Will Jalal ever grant her the opportunity to do so? Can she save him before he succumbs to his inner turmoil? ** Join me as we embark on the journey of JALAL ABDURRAHMAN MARSHAL and JALILAH ABDULMALIK MARSHAL. Jsquare❤️ Started; 30|9|20 Completed; 24|12|21 © rukkayyatuu No plagiarizing of this book!!

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

Qasim Umar Abbas found falling for his friend's younger sister embarrassing. Being hopelessly in love with her for six years? Plain pathetic. But Then again, love was never meant to be dignified. Not when it came to Aisha. *** #He falls first and she falls harder

Everyone expected the quiet princess to die. The tyrant king had buried wives before, and the fragile girl forced to marry him was supposed to become just another forgotten tragedy. But the soft-spoken queen does something no one expected. She survives. While the court fears the monster on the throne, she remains beside him calm, gentle, and far stronger than anyone realizes. At first, the king tells himself she is simply useful. Her mind is sharp. Her kindness dangerous in a palace built on cruelty. And kings protect what is useful. But the longer she stands beside him, the more the kingdom begins to notice something unsettling. The tyrant who trusted no one now watches her like she is the most valuable thing in his world. His words remain cold. His temper still deadly. But everyone can see the truth the king refuses to admit. The monster on the throne has fallen in love. And the quiet queen who was supposed to die has learned something even more dangerous The only way anyone could ever hurt her... Is by surviving the king who would burn kingdoms to the ground to protect what belongs to him. (Book 1 )

"I love you, Bils. I've always loved you," Mukhtar said, his voice low, desperate. "I'm sorry for running away sorry for how things ended between us. Please... just give me a chance to prove myself." He looked at her like she was his last prayer. Bilkisu bit her lip, torn between the ache of remembering and the need to protect what was left of her pride. "Mukhtar?" she said softly, then her eyes hardened. "No." He was her almost. Her what-if. Her once-upon-a-time. And then he disappeared twice. Mukhtar has always known where his loyalty lies: with his family, his culture. But when it comes to Bilkisu his cousin and first love the lines between honor and desire blur. A year ago, they shared something quiet but real until he ghosted her without explanation. Twice. Now, with another man's proposal on the table and pressure mounting, Bilkisu must decide: will she marry for duty, or risk everything for a love that's never been allowed to breathe? But Mukhtar isn't the same man who walked away. And Bilkisu isn't the girl who waited. Set against the backdrop of tradition, expectations, and the sacrifices made in silence, Bound by Honor explores whether love can still bloom in the soil of restraint and what happens when two hearts, bound by everything but time, finally speak.

Nuwaira has everything,except the one life she has always dreamed of. At thirty-one, she's a celebrated fashion designer;brilliant, admired, and impossible to ignore. Yet the one thing she has always wanted most; a marriage, and a family, has always slipped just out of reach. Once, she came heartbreakingly close. Adil has never truly been part of her world. Their interactions have never gone beyond polite greetings. Even as a child, Nuwaira knew he didn't like her, she didn't like him too and had never pretended otherwise. "You'll never change, Nuwairah." "And you'll always be self-righteous," she shot back. Adil thinks he knows exactly the kind of woman she is. But rumors are easy. Truth is harder. When life begins to unravel in ways Nuwaira never expected, the last person she wants near her becomes the one who refuses to leave,long enough to see the woman behind the gossip and armor. Long enough to fall for her. Even if trusting him might mean opening her heart again... after losing everything she once believed was certain. Yours, Nuwaira is a slow-burn, deeply emotional romance about misjudgment, resilience, and the fragile courage it takes to love again,because sometimes the last person you'd ever trust with your heart becomes the one who falls first... and refuses to let you face the storm alone.