COMPLETED. |Book one in the Royal Series| --- In the realm of royalty, chance encounters are not mere happenstance; they are ordained by destiny. They are destined to cross our paths, shaping our lives or altering theirs. Witness the tale of two fractured souls, their fates intertwined by the hand of destiny. Their meeting was not orchestrated; instead, it was decreed by fate itself. Within the opulent halls of the palace, amidst whispers of courtly intrigue, they found solace in each other's presence. -- "I love you with every fiber of my being," declared Ariana, her voice echoing through the grand chambers. "If I were faced with the choice between drawing breath and proclaiming my love for you, I would choose the latter without hesitation," professed Aryan, his words resounding with sincerity and devotion. --- A²🥀 Royal x Simple☘️ Started; 5|9|21 Completed; 29|1|23. © rukayyatuuu No plagiarism of this book!!

She hates royalty but she is royalty. What happens when a misogamist Amatullah is being asked to introduce a husband. Not only only does she have zero suitors but she is also not ready to get married. Her grandfather,the king on the other hand is hell bent on wanting her to get married. Will she find a suitor or go with her grandfather's choice which is most likely a royal or just wait for a miracle to happen? Read and find out in Hating Royalty. I'm not really good with descriptions but I promise you guys you won't regret reading it. Amnah amee 22nd July,2022.

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.

Some know her as Aisha the troublemaker, the girl whose laughter dances a little too freely, the light that seems to chase shadows from every room she enters. But he sees something different... a side the world will never notice, a quiet storm behind her smile, a fire that burns just for him. To him, she is no one else, no mask, no pretense she is only one thing: his Ayla -Book Two of The Shettima Series- Out Now ✨

Umaiyrah Abdulmalik is soft like lavender-quiet, graceful, and content with living a simple life in Gwagwalada. Between supporting her family, planning events, and finding peace in routine, she has no room for the chaos of Abuja's elite world. Until the day she walks into a penthouse lounge in Maitama... and meets Zayd Yusuf Abubakar He smells of oud-rich, warm, and dangerously unforgettable. A multi-billionaire energy mogul with hazel eyes, a calm voice, and a presence that shifts the air around him. Zayd is the kind of man people whisper about powerful, quiet, and impossible to reach. But for reasons even he can't explain... he can't look away from the modest event planner who carries herself like she doesn't know her own beauty. Their worlds clash-soft and strong, lavender and oud. She wants simplicity. He lives in luxury. She plans events. He plans empires. Yet destiny weaves their paths together, drawing them into a slow-burning connection neither of them saw coming. In a city where status speaks louder than hearts, can a gentle girl from Gwagwalada and Abuja's quiet billionaire find a love that feels like home?

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."

Aisha believed moving to Canada would give her the marriage she prayed for. Instead, it became the place where everything fell apart. When her relationship collapses under betrayal and secrets she never saw coming, Aisha walks away thinking freedom is finally hers. She's wrong. Her past refuses to let her go-and one decision made behind her back drags her into a world far darker than she imagined. Her survival comes down to one man. Sameer Asad is everything people fear and whisper about-powerful, ruthless, untouchable. A man who doesn't interfere unless it benefits him. Until her. One look at Aisha unsettles him in ways he doesn't understand. She belongs to another man... or so he believes. When he learns the truth, restraint becomes impossible. He wants her. But wanting her means becoming her shield-and her greatest danger. In the cold depths of a Canadian winter, Aisha must decide: run from the darkness she escaped... or step into the arms of the man who could either save her-or destroy her. Because with Sameer Asad, protection has a cost... and love is never safe.

I suddenly froze not knowing what to do I just stood there watched him unable to talk or move or do anything. I looked at his blazing eyes turn darker and darker with anger and all of a sudden fear took over me I started shaking thinking of what will come after and then he sneered and his nose was flaring, at that point I was just waiting for him to smack me , it's all my fault I shouldn't have said those things to him I should have let it slide but I just had to open my stupid mouth and now he is going to kill me but then all of a sudden after what felt like eons he let go of the tight grip he had on my wrist and the anger in his eyes turned to contempt and then to that same uninterested look he wears all the time and then he turned and just walked away leaving me staring at his back like a dimwitd oaf " what the hell just happens" I heard the question being asked.

They were only supposed to be acting, it should all have been pretense, so how dare she fall in love. Falling in love wasn't part of the agreement, but she wasn't really put in a position to go against her heart, not with the way his eyes looked at her as if he could see through her like glass, definitely not with the way his touch set her body ablaze. he could never be her's even though she was already his, and she was ready to let go and forget about him forever but fate had other things in store for both of them *** A few more years and he would be a free man right, no more of this bondage called marriage? but why didn't the thought make him happy anymore. Why was he always thinking of that Godamn woman he pretends to be married to, why did her smile make him weak?

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.