"Next time don't roam the school grounds without a proper covering for your hair." Some girls cross oceans for adventure. Rashida Fintiri crossed one for a boy. Leaving behind the polished halls of her Swiss boarding school, Rashida Fintiri arrives in Abuja with one thing on her mind. Alim. Her cousin, her closest friend, and the boy she has quietly loved for as long as she can remember. She traded Switzerland for this, for him, certain that proximity would finally tip the scales in her favour. It does not. Alim only has eyes for Tahira, the soft-spoken, effortlessly beautiful girl every boy in school seems to notice and every girl cannot help but resent. For Rashida, the sight of it is unbearable. Humiliating. And when Rashida hurts, she does not cry quietly in corners. She strikes. Tahira becomes her target. A campaign of cold shoulders, cutting words and calculated cruelty that Rashida tells herself is deserved. That she tells herself is nothing. But nothing has a way of becoming everything. Because someone is watching. Senior Babangana, Alhaji Baba to those who know better than to test him, the most feared and sought after boy in school, son of old money and a name that opens doors, has noticed. Not Tahira. Not the girl everyone expects him to look at. He is watching Rashida. And in a school where everyone is performing for someone, Rashida is about to find out what it means to be truly seen by someone who sees far too much. "I don't know how to play basketball senior" Babangana' gaze drifts over her and she could feel a pinch from how dismissive he is. "You'll learn come here.

Ameera Manga would rather analyze emotions than fall helplessly into them. Warm, magnetic, and effortlessly adored, she lights up every room she enters. Her future is neatly planned, until her final year throws her into chaos with someone she never expected. Zayyan Dikko is her opposite: controlled, precise, and private. Life to him is strategy. His career is on track, his reputation flawless, and his American girlfriend is expecting a proposal. But their parents have a different vision. They insist Ameera and Zayyan get to know each other. Neither wants the arrangement. Both love someone else. So they make a deal: Pretend to fall. Convince everyone. Then walk away beautifully. Simple. Logical. Risk-free. Until the lines blur. Until emotions shift. Until the act stops feeling like an act. Now the question is: What happens when pretending becomes the truth... and walking away becomes the hardest part?

Aya Book One of the Shettima Series Dive into the life of Aya Usman Aliyu Shettima. If you think you can handle her story... read on and find out ;) Trigger warning ⚠️ this book hurts. And it doesn't just hurt a little it cuts deep.

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He was born a prince, but chose to be a healer. Jamal bin Rashid Al Maktoum, crown prince of Dubai, hides behind a stethoscope and a quiet life in Nigeria. Trained to rule, yet passionate about saving lives, he never imagined his most difficult case would also be the one that changes everything. She was raised in royalty, but lives in the dark. Maryam Noor Al Majali, daughter of royal bloodlines, has spent her life searching for answers her mother never dared to give. Behind her grace and smile lies a silent illness - and a past wrapped in secrets. What happens when destiny brings together two hearts... and one hidden truth? --- 🥈#2 Jordan 09/12/25 #9 Dubai 05/01/26 ©2025

Shege Pro Max Imara Ali Saif beautiful, spoiled, and fiercely stubborn lives life on her own terms. With wealthy parents who never say "no," she believes the world revolves around her. Work? Not her thing. Respect? Only for those who earn it and that's not many. Then comes Imran Zahradeen Yusuf the unapologetically rude, nonchalant mechanic with zero patience for entitled brats. He's rough around the edges, driven by pride, and could care less about Imara's flashy lifestyle. When fate decides to tie their worlds together in the most unexpected way marriage chaos becomes the order of the day. Two stubborn souls. Two fiery tempers. One marriage that feels more like a battlefield. Now, it's not love at first sight it's Shege Pro Max. They swear to make each other's lives miserable... but could this war of pride ignite something deeper?

Dive into the story of Azra Mahmud sardauna and Ayman Jamal, two souls brought together by fate. Azra Mahmud sardauna, daughter to a Nigerian father and arabian mother, never in her life imagined she would get married at such a young age. Ayman Jamal,son to Nigerian parents, returned from the UAE after completing his master's degree and bumps into the beautiful Azra, he grabs the golden opportunity because,who wouldn't?

When she met her friend's dad. Fell in love. Married him in one month. His wife disgraced her. Her boyfriend betrayed her. So what? Her daddy was better anyway and worth every bit of it.

Anwar was already moving toward her. "Anwar... don't," she whispered. His hand reached for her veil. She screamed, the sound tearing from her throat as panic took over. "Keep quiet!" he shouted, his voice thunderous, shaking the room. She fought back, pushing at his chest, struggling with everything she had. Fear made her hands shake, but she didn't stop resisting. Her breaths came fast and broken as she tried to escape his grip. his father's call came through and puts it on speaker. "What is happening there?" his father demanded. "Who is screaming like that?" Anwar didn't hesitate. "It's my wife-to-be." Nayara opened her mouth to speak, to scream for help-but Anwar's voice cut her off. "Stay quiet," he warned sharply. On the line, his father's voice exploded, ordering him to stop whatever he was doing. Anwar ignored him. Instead, he picked up his phone again and dialed another number. It rang twice. "Nayara?" her father's tense voice came through. "Where are you? Why aren't you home?" She tried to answer. "She's with me," Anwar said instead. There was a pause. "Who are you?" her father asked. "Her husband-to-be." "What nonsense is this?" her father snapped. Anwar's voice turned cold. "I don't have time. My father is on the line. I want to marry Nayara immediately." Both men started shouting at once through the speaker. Anwar leaned closer to Nayara, lowering his voice so only she could hear. "Tell him." She shook her head, tears filling her eyes. He raised his voice again. "I want her as my wife. Decide now." His father roared through the phone, furious, ordering him to step back. Anwar didn't move. "I'd rather touch her as my wife," he said calmly into the phone, "than do something I won't take responsibility for. If you refuse this marriage, don't expect me to change my mind." Nayara let out a broken scream. Her father's voice cracked as he demanded, "What do you want?" Anwar answered without hesitation. "Marry her to me. Now."