Highest Rank #61 Mum was struggling to breathe, her legs kicking hard as they shuffled on the floor. I pulled on dad's hands which gripped mum's neck but he was quick to nudge me with his shoulder, forcing me to stagger, hitting my head on the wall. Tiny white stars danced before my eyes as quick darkness closes in on me. Mum was gasping. Dad hasn't let go. I staggered up, my eyes clearing off a little as I rushed to dad. Glancing at mum, her pupils were dilating, the white part of her eyeballs slowly taking over completely. Dad's eyes were bloodshot with no emotions whatsoever registered in them. Mum's kicks were slowing down with her hand slowly losing grip. I screamed and bite into dad's hands, chewing as though I was hungry for meat. The metallic taste of blood trickled into my mouth but I didn't let go as I bit harder. All his efforts to push me away were in vain as I kept my gaze on mum, every slow kick she gave urging me to bite in more. Then dad let go. And mum's body slumped. Sprawling on the floor like a bunch of weak leaves. I let go off dad's hand and rushed to her. No pulse. No heartbeat. ****** This emotional fiction gives it's readers an opportunity to peek into the life of a pained woman and her struggles to survive when abandoned by a man she's ever loved. ****** African society has given men so much control over women. No matter what a woman accomplishes in life, once she's not under a man, she's seen as utter useless.... Religion, society and family have subconsciously compelled African women into accepting everything including domestic violence as long as the 'Mrs' title is retained. Many women have lost their lives through physical and emotional abuse. They stay put in abusive relationships cos most are afraid to bear the tag "divorcee", so they rather die than leave. Most African men are proud cheats, with the excuse that "men are polygamous in nature". Sadly, women are the most supporters of this false ideology.

"And We have made some of you a trial for others. Will you ˹not then˺ be patient?" The first time I read this ayah in surah Furqaan, I had no idea it defined my future so clearly. ********** Hafiz Hakimi;- A 26-year-old Nigerian-American who grew up believing those who worshipped something they couldn't see were crazy motherfuckers. But it wasn't like he would go out of his way to tell them his opinion. His life was perfect, a routine of work, party, fuck, sleep, and repeat. His only source of annoyance was the woman whose vagina he popped out of, but even she was very far away from him. Life was good, everything was great. Until one fateful trip to Nigeria, his home country, set off a tornado that wrecked his mundane to pieces. Aliya Suleiman;- A 22-year-old hafiza whose only goal was to finish studying medicine, the devil's course. She only planned to get married after making her first million dollars, a feat her best friend Jasra said was impossible. She wasn't offended of course, because she never planned to get married. And if she did, it would be to someone more pious than her, mature and respectful; indulging. But then the one person she couldn't say no to begged her with tears in her eyes to marry her son. She was the woman who raised her and provided for her mother and her. There was no way she could refuse. It was the worst thing to have ever happened to both of them. A sudden downpour on an otherwise clear sunny day. He wasn't anywhere near the kind of man she imagined herself with. She was the woman raised by the person he hated the most. It was basically a recipe for disaster. She saw him as a way to repay a favour. He wanted to use her to get revenge. And as such, the stage was set and the curtains lifted. ___ ⚠️⚠️⚠️: UPDATES ON MONDAYS AND THURSDAYS ___ 🚨 This is entirely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, places, a particular culture or event; whether real or fictional, is purely coincidental.

Seventeen-year-old Zaynarb (Deena) Adam Sodangi never dreamed of wearing a military uniform. All she wanted was freedom-the chance to grieve her parents and live life on her own terms. But after their death, her world falls into the hands of her uncle, a man whose ambition outweighs his compassion. To tighten his grip over her late parents' wealth, he forces her into the Nigerian Defence Academy, a place Deena neither chooses nor desires. Lost, resentful, and unprepared for the harsh drills and endless demands of military life, Deena's disinterest soon draws the attention of one man-Captain Baqeer Mahmoud Dole, famously known as B.M. Dole. Feared for his discipline yet admired for his honor, he sees what others overlook: beneath Deena's reluctance lies a quiet strength waiting to be ignited. When he promises to secure her admission despite her lack of effort, Deena finds herself bound to a destiny she never imagined. Between the academy's brutal trials, her uncle's hidden schemes, and the unexpected bond forming between herself and the captain who refused to let her slip away, Deena must learn that sometimes the battles we don't choose are the ones that define us. A tale of resilience, and unexpected courage-this is the journey of a girl forced into a soldier's path, and the man who saw in her the heart of a warrior. -

In the grand Kano Emirate, Sultan Abdulrahman III ruled with wisdom, power, and an unshakable sense of justice. Yet beneath the glory of his reign brewed a storm within his own household. On the same fateful day, four princes were born to four different mothers-each one raised to believe the throne belonged to him alone. Prince Abdul Malik, the fiery eldest of Lady Muzaina, carried ambition like a sword. Prince Abdul Hameed, heir of Queen Ruhaima, was bred in pride and entitlement. Prince Abdulrazak, son of Lady Hafsah, mastered cunning and manipulation. And Prince Abdulsalaam, the youngest, born of Lady Maimoon, was unlike them all-an introverted yet peaceful soul, adored by the people and quietly cherished by the Sultan. Raised in the care of their formidable grandmother, Sultana A'isha, Abdulsalaam grew into a man who never fought for the crown, yet every word he spoke carried weight. His gentleness stood in stark contrast to his brothers' arrogance and cruelty, earning him both their hatred and the people's love. But the fragile balance of the royal household shattered when Sultana A'isha discovered an unconscious maiden, Arfah, during one of her evening strolls. Brought into the palace, Arfah's beauty and mystery captured the hearts of all four princes at once. Love became another battlefield, entwining itself with ambition, rivalry, and destiny. As secrets unravel and the struggle for power deepens, one question looms over the Kano Emirate: Will the throne be claimed by fire, pride, or peace? The Prince of Peace is a tale of power, betrayal, brotherhood, and the one prince whose silence may prove stronger than swords.

Blake Giovanni wasn't a bad man although his father wants him to carry out the family industry. Being CEO the biggest company had it's perks and being the owners son has its advantages as well, however Blake wasn't a bachelor nor a player, he never really dated any female because of his growing wealth and preferences. Blake was a very cautious, secretive and quiet guy, along with the ladies that followed him at every corner throwing themselves at him. Nevertheless there was one night that Blake encountered a chocolate goddess and his life changed. Moní Carter was nowhere close to a size zero and she knew that but embraced her vivacious body and curves that came alone with it. She had a well paying job along with a nice condo to satisfy her needs. Her friends unknowingly set her up on a blind date with a man that they hoped would love Moní and her sexy curves. However, having an over protective older brother, Moní is pushed more info meeting her blind date "hello, I'm Moní Carter. what's your name." "Blake, Blake Giovanni."

"We don't match. We have nothing in common. I can't keep up with you and I can't slow you down for me" I say and she watches us intensely and smiles. "You didn't say anything to what I said," I say. "Time has the answer for everything. Let's see what answer time has for us. Omar" she says and drives away. I couldn't stop thinking of what Sarah said. 'time has the answers to everything. Let's see what answer time has for us' What plans does time have for them? ................ Most of us are blessed with the ability to speak. Some use it wisely and some take it for granted. Some speak out and some keep everything inside and don't share. I am one of those. I don't speak out my feelings. I like to keep it to myself. Like every other guy in this planet who has a mother, I love my mother. She is the only one who listens to what my eyes speak. She always prays I find a girl who would understand me and love me. I am not waiting for her. I am not looking for her. I don't think anyone is there for me. But sometimes I do pray a silent prayer and I really wish there is some one who would listen to My unspoken words. Special thanks to @ms_elimonroe for the wonderful cover

"I wish to live as long as you can bury me after my demise. To live any longer than you will be a punishment itself."- such a strong statement, isn't it? Do we treasure the love of our life so much that it becomes difficult to live without each other? Such theme only looks appetizing in imagination. Too percolate to be real. Two people stuck in the floweriness of marriage, trying to find a new meaning of love until--- **************** ~Danish Hamza Umair~ "Home? Does she call it a home? Well, I never gave her a reason to. I did not realise my wrong assumptions can make someone else's life miserable, until now. Here I was blaming my current mindset on my past, all the while being another example of a devil person to her." ~Maheen Sadat Erum~ "I liked the feeling of affecting him. This six foot strong built man made me feel powerful with his hypnotized look. Suddenly I laughed. I was really finding it all funny. "What?" He asked bewildered. "I feel silly." I laugh more. "The dishes doesn't go with the way I'm dressed. Even you're dressed in your sweats. It feels funny." He gently takes my hands in his, still mesmerized, and kisses the palms. "If only you knew." His eyes never left mine." COPYRIGHT © NN No part of this book can be published or distributed in any form of media without the author's permission.

"Listen to me Qurratul Ayn, before you go, I want to know; did I ever offend you? Is my love for you too little?" I can feel his hand hovering over mine. He wants to hold it, but he knows better than to do that. "Please, I don't want to do this now. My flight is in thirty minutes." I can feel the tears wetting my Niqab. "No! I want to know. Where did I go wrong? Was it money? I didn't feed you well? I didn't clothe you? My love wasn't enough for you? I need to know, all those years! You're seriously willing to throw them away like they were nothing?" A sob breaks out but I manage to hide it behind a cough. I take a silent deep breath and turn, my Niqab swaying and making a whip sound. "It's not like, they really were nothing! Look, I don't have it in me to explain myself. You said you'd give me whatever I want? Then leave me be. I never loved you okay! I never did, it was all a sham, a facade!" His hand that was looming over mine falls limp beside him and he staggers back. "You're lying." He laughs. It's as if he's trying to convince himself. I scoff. "You think so? Well take a look at this." His eyes fill with tears and he takes one of his hands and place it on his mouth. He can't believe that it's actually true. "Okay, Fa'iza." My heart breaks. He never calls me that, ever. "I know something is wrong, and wallahi I'm going to find it out and bring you back to my house in six months. I promise." I feel my heart squeeze knowing his promise can never come to pass, ever. Death is nearing me so nothing can be done. Absolutely nothing. * Ten years of loving, doting over each other and marriage, Fa'iza upped and suddenly said she wanted out of the marriage. After months of persuasion and blackmail, Bello let her go, but before she left, he made a promise. Would he be able to fulfill this promise? STARTED: COMPLETED:

"I think it's best we stay cordial while we're here. You know, avoid any awkwardness," I say, trying to sound casual. Jay leans against the doorframe, his eyes flickering with amusement as he watches me. "You want to be friends?" "No. I mean, not friends. Just civil," I answer, a little too quickly. "Okay. I can do civil," he says, his gaze never leaving mine like he is trying hard to read me. I look away, suddenly too exposed beneath his gaze. Damnit!This is going to be harder than I thought. - It was a moment. One that could have turned into something more.Until she walked away. Eight months later, Ira has to face him again. And this time, there's nowhere to run. Not for at least a week. After all, it's her best friend's wedding and he's invited too. So, she does what she's always done best-pretend. Pretend nothing happened. Pretend he didn't matter. Pretend her heart didn't skip a beat the second she saw him again. But Jay? He's not playing pretend. With that maddening smile and the kind of charm that should come with a warning, he's determined to remind her of everything she's tried to forget- even the years she's spent years mastering the art of detachment. He's the only one who's ever come close to reaching the version of her that she thought, she had buried long ago. And that's what makes him dangerous. Because she shouldn't return to who she was. She's ice. And he? He's the fire that never stopped burning. The real question is: Can she let his fire thaw the ice that's long been her shield?

"Do you remember your highschool in Nigeria?" I asked. "Nigeria? No, I studied abroad!" "No! You were in Nigeria.Do you remember me?" "You? Am I suppose to?" "Yes, I'm Naomi! You used to call me Cupcake!" "I don't understand what you are talking about. Maybe you are mistaken" "Mistaken? I'm sure it is you" "But I don't know you!" he yelled. "Give me some time. You will remember me" "Sorry, woman but that's enough. I need to go" "Please wait" "But you are in my way!" "Your way?" "Yeah! To the sexy woman behind you" I froze and watched him leave. He strode to the pretty lady behind me and my heart squeezed. ~~~~•~~~~ Naomi Tosin had a highschool love story. She had a boyfriend who she had helpessly fallen I love with. But they were separated by an unfortunate incident. Fate gives her a second chance to complete that love story. When her love doesn't remember her, it is up to her to renew that story and give it the ending it deserves. Will she be victorious or would she be forced to say goodbye? This is a battle and she needs to win it. Read to know what life throws at her. And find out who wins in the end. The other woman or Naomi? Updated: 31st Dec, 2020 Finished: 18th July, 2021