⚠️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."

COPYRIGHT © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED! How did we go from "My life is empty without you. I know I lack in many ways, and I know you deserve much better, but I can't bare the thought of you with someone else. Believe me Dua, I'll be better, for you. I'll do anything." His eyes pleaded, his voice trembling with desperation. And now "Get lost! You're nothing but a nuisance! An eyesore!" He scowled, the love that warmed his gaze now replaced into something dark and terrifying. *** Out of all my sins and mistakes, Haidar was my favorite and my worst. We began as friends in secondary school only for fate to tear us apart and cruelly reunite us at the university, where our lives took a devastating turn. Everyone on campus warned me to stay away from Haidar. They called him bad news, but I didn't listen, how could I? So I dismissed them as liars, enemies of what I believed was love. A love that shattered me. A love that killed the only genuine person that loved me. Now, evil thoughts crowded my mind, attacking my sanity. With tear blurred eyes, I stared at the heart wrenching letters trembling in my hands. My fingers shook as I tore one open, his familiar cold, ruthless voice echoed in my head as I read. "It's over! As usual have an abortion. Don't cross me. I can ruin you with a flick of my finger. I have everything I need." The bastard didn't just abandoned me but he murdered the girl who once loved him too deeply. How could he strip me off my dignity by ending our years of relationship in the most humiliating way, turning me into a public joke, a campus spectacle. Indeed villains aren't born, they are slowly, painfully and deliberately made by the likes of HAIDAR ISAH. And I'm certain that I will survive this storm but not as the girl he broke but as the nightmare he would beg to wake up from but it will be too late. *** 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 ©

COPYRIGHT © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED!!! . . . "Habiba?" He stares at her dark orbs searching for the familiarity in them. "It's Hanan!" "Lies." He mutters taking a step closer, he reaches for her hand. "I don't lie, I rather do revenge!" She glares yanking her hand away from his touch which makes her feel dirty. *** Habiba; Not our regular happy-spirited Habiba anymore, not the Habiba who once craved the love of her husband, Najib, whom she now detests. All she now craves is to seek revenge and justice from him, for what she's lost and her name which has been tainted. *** Najib; Still our good looking... I should rephrase that to a more good-looking billionaire, a wealthy industrialist, and now the most wanted suitor since he's all back to being single again. With all eyes pinned on him, he's got his pinned on the only woman who hates his existence, Habiba. Despite being unable to remember her and their past, his thirst for her continues to grow till they are reunited after 3 years of growing apart. She aims to destroy him and snatch away his happiness, while he aims to have her and make her his at any cost. "Will they both achieve their aims?" *** Started 1 January, 2024. Completed 17 December,2024. Highest rankings~🏆 #1 in a new life on 15-02-04 #1 in Worth reading on 25-08-04 #7 in Vengeance on 10-05-05 #8 in Wealth on 15-04-04 ©2024 ©All rights reserved

COPYRIGHT © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED!!! . . . "Don't let what's going on decieve you." Najib murmured, a faint smirk tugging at his lips though his eyes were sharp and cold. "You will only end up getting hurt." Habiba's breath caught. "W...what do you mean?" He didn't reply immediately. His gaze lingered on her for a moment, then he looked away as if their closeness was suffocating him. "Don't expect anything from this marriage," He whispered. "And most importantly never make the mistake of falling in love with me." His hand brushed her waist, not quite holding her and not letting go. "I won't." she whispered, though the words trembled. "Never." *** Marriage was the last thing on Habiba's list till she found out she was married to a millionaire, forced to leave everything she's ever loved behind while embracing a new lifestyle... There she meets Najib. Najib; her arrogant cocky husband, never regards or sees her worth, especially the fact of him being married to her. "Will she be able to prove her worth to him and her new society?" *** Started- September 5th, 2022. Completed-July 2nd, 2023. Note: Some chapters are scattered, scroll on the table of content to find chapter (3&4 ) Sorry for the glitch! *** Highest ranking~🏆 #1 in one-sided love on 3/03/2023 #1 in Halal love story on 28/08/2023 #1 in Naivity on 1/09/2023 #1 in Nigeria on 5/07/2023 #1 in separated on 15/11/2023 #1 in Africa on 29/1/2024 #1 in Lagos on 14/02/2024 #1 in Wealth on 14/05/2024 #1 in worth reading on 1/07/2024 #1 in hate love on 17/08/2024 #1 in betrothed on 22/01/2025 #1 in Kano on 2/12/2025 ©2022

Copyright © 2024. All rights reserved. Aisha Aminu Babangida has spent her life searching for a passion she can truly call her own. Growing up in a household that stifled her choices, she never had the freedom to explore what she loved. Worse, relentless body shaming from her stepmother and those around her left her feeling trapped in her own skin. "You're too skinny!" "Do you even eat at all? "I swear you gained weight yesterday, but today you look..." And her personal favorite from her future husband. "...all bones." People claimed to envy her body, but Aisha knew better. What was there to be jealous of? Struggling with an eating disorder, anxiety and depression, she makes a bold decision; to take control of her life by joining the gym. Her weight gain journey was anything but easy, but she is determined to rewrite her own story. Khalid Muhammad Bugaje has only ever had one goal; to live up to his father's legacy. Raised on stories of power, discipline, and honor, he knew from a young age that failure was not an option. As the son of a highly respected General, expectations weighed on him heavier than any armor. But when his father suggests that he marry a woman he cannot stand, Khalid finds himself in a battle unlike any other. One that has nothing to do with war and everything to do with the heart. And for the first time in his life, he loses.

Layla Kabir Yusuf, born into opulence, is a beautiful sixteen-year-old senior at Leona High School, one of the wealthiest and most prestigious institutions in the nation. As prom night approaches, the excitement among the year 12 students reaches a fever pitch, particularly for Layla, the head girl overseeing every detail. Little does she know, however, that this night will transform into the darkest chapter of her life, as pain, mysteries, and secrets unfurl. Started: 2.7.24 Completed: Copyright ©️rukayatuuuu No plagiarism of this book!

Love isn't just a bed of roses-it's pain, joy, happiness, understanding, commitment, trust, and so much more. So when Leila's husband takes another wife, she convinces herself it doesn't matter. After all, she loves him, and he loves her more than life itself. That should be enough... right? But what happens when their world shifts? Taking a turn for the better or worse, depending on how you, the reader, sees it. Started - 21st March, 2025 Ended - 17th June, 2025 Most impressive ranking #1 in Islamic love story #2 in arewanovels #3 in Nigeria #9 in Islamicfiction #11 in Islamiclovestory #33 in secondmarriage

She knows that her love for AbdulJalal Sani is toxic. She excused her husband for intolerable things, unable to do anything about it. She's madly in love with him. "I don't like children, Zaytun. You will not ask me to try for a baby, even in the future. And if you try it without my permission, I will be very angry with you." AbdulJalal Sani said. "I can't love you or the child you are carrying." Crying is the only thing Zaytun Babakura knows how to do. Crying became her best friend. It torn her smile, ripped her heart out, wiped the light from her face, and drained the soul from her eyes. She is an empty shell in love. Is this unrequited love worth dying for?

[new version] • Malik & Rouhuh • Not all smiles make a happy person. Contrary to the misinterpreted fact that not all horns and forks make the devil. Sadiya Muhammad Yusuf. Having lost a father as well as a brother at her teenage years. Many might be stricken of a thought as to eternal loss of those who were meant to be the most important males in her life. It was not the defunct of any of them. Albeit with a sick mother, scales through all obstacles the universe had to offer - aiming right at the bullseye as a gynecologist. Right when she thought all was falling back into place, she loses her only confidante, supporter. Her only parent in the picture; dead. She never thought her life would be the same. But what happens when the person she convinced herself to loathe the most shows up after the past comes haunting her present? Royalty screams a lot. Power. Grace. Aristocracy. Fortitude. And most of all; Status. In the city of Yemen, comes no exception from the qualities of being Royal. When a prince by name, Zayan ibn Ahmer ibn Ayyub al-Qadim III, like a cliché, bumps into a lady shooting lasers at the man he finds her in the arms of. Nigeria had always been among his favorites, perhaps even more when all that shouldn't be said, was felt. Especially when he sets his eyes on her. Not the ideal incident, but enough to have his soul intertwined with her heart. Fatima Abdulmalik 2024. All Rights Reserved ©

"This is Rumaan's child" I heard mama said. I didn't look up at her. I keep my head lowered. because I didn't have the courage to face her. "This is not my child," he said abruptly. I looked at him with wide eyes. I was beyond shocked. What he just said. Did I hear him right? No, he can't say that. How can he? But as he looked away from me, my heart beats stopped. my breath hitched. And that's where he broke me completely "HOW DARE YOU RUMAAM" mama yelled and slapped him. "Mama..." he was shocked that his mother slapped him " don't call me mama.," she yelled and was about to hit him again but I stopped her "no mama," I said and they all turned to me I slowly get up and went in front of them " he's right.. this is not his child" I put my hand on my stomach and said I had tears in my eyes but I did not let them fall in front of him whom I loved with my everything because now I was tired of crying for his love. I was blind. Blind by love but not anymore. Everyone looked at me shocked even Rumaan couldn't believe what I just said ★★★ Hana Rafeeq Mirza a beautiful innocent kind-hearted 20 years old girl Everyone loves cared and respect her but the one she loves since childhood her cousin her love of life, didn't love her neither he respects her. Rumaan Ahmed Mirza a hot handsome and flirt 23 years old boy. He was famous as a playboy in America. He never cared for those things which he gets easily and that's what Hana whom he got so easily. And he just wanted to get rid of her at any cost. He knew that Hana was crazy for him that's why he always took her advantage. Will Rumaan ever realize his mistakes or if he realised it will be too late??? Want to know?? Yes? Then join their journey with me Warning: this is my first story and English is not my mother tongue. so it maybe has a lot of grammar mistakes. So read it at your own risk Started: 26/1/2020 Finished:16/6/2020 #1 in heartbreak #4 in betrayal #3 in spiritual #1 in innocent #1 in spiritual