"ALHAMDULILLAH. IT'S OFFICIAL. JASRAH IS NOW HASSAN'S WIFE". She felt her heart threatening to breakthrough it's ribcage. Cheers were all over the house. Anty Amina and Asiya were nowhere in sight. A lone tear escaped her eyes but she did well to clear it before she gets caught. The whole house was filled with chatter and joy from different angles. Jasrah grew up with her step mom and step sister in Kaduna. She was subjected to different types of injustice. She lost her mom while giving birth to her and after Graduating from High school, her dad passed away due to heart failure. Life hasn't been easy for her. She got married to Hassan. Let's see how far they go More to come, ur comments and votes matter 😭🙏

"So what are you doing in our house dingy girl?" He asked her coldly. "It's none of your business and please stop calling me dingy girl" She replied not meeting his gaze. "If I didn't stop calling you what can a low-class person like you do?" He asked glaring at her. "Simple I'll start calling you rich brat or dingy boy it is," She said faking thinking. "I dare you to call me that" He angrily said. "Dingy boy" She nonchalantly said without an ounce of fear for him. "Youuuuu" He barked as he matched towards her but-- ***** Follow the love story of Fatima Muhammad Abubakar popularly known as Fadimatuu and Ibraheem Khaleel Siddiqui who hated each other at first sight. So what happened when they were made to marry each other, could their hate triumph or would love conquer?

[UNDER EDITING] BASED ON A HAUSA LIFESTYLE. --- "Too bad you're mine and you have no choice but to stick with me" --- Umar Kashim is rich, and from how he is portrayed, arrogant too! Hameeda on the other hand is his opposite. Cheerful and well mannered, but does not take any nonsense that comes her way! So what happens when their opposite worlds collide? Will their heavy dislike towards each other turn into LOVE? Well it is said that opposites do attract! Find out in 'MINE'. --- Story Rankings #1 in Nigeria out of 1,000+ stories #1 in Umar out of 43 stories #4 in wattpadstories out of 1,000+ stories #13 in Discovery out of 1,000+ stories #43 in Muslim out of 1,000+ stories #69 in wattpad out of 1,000+ stories #210 in Relationship out of 1,000 stories #960 in Hausa out of 1,000+ stories

NOW AVAILABLE IN PAPERBACK! This story follows the lives of two prestigious Northern families-one that earned its place, and one that can't afford to lose it. Salma Babajo-skillfully veiled, conflicted, and fiercely proud-has always idolized her father. But he lives by one rule: if you burn the midnight oil to secure something, you hold onto it by hook or by crook. Salma wears her last name like a badge, oblivious to the cracks beneath; until the secrets start to surface. Kabir Yabo is everything Salma is not-reserved, steady, and willing to bend to societal expectations. He tiptoes through life, careful not to step out of line. They have nothing in common... except for a fate neither of them sees coming. But what happens when the perfect son collides with the girl who plays by her own rules? And when what's expected threatens to overpower what's real? Will they fight to protect the illusion they were raised to uphold-or risk everything for a love that was never part of the plan?

In order to go on holiday with their friends, mortal enemies Kai and Joey make a pact to be civilized with each other for the entire duration of the stay. Joey already thinks this is going to be the hardest thing she's ever had to do in her life...and then she learns that they have to share a room. Standalone in the Just One Kiss series *** When her friends decide to plan a group holiday for the summer, Joey Winters doesn't expect the one person she hates the most to be a part of the plan, and she certainly won't let being around Kai Rutherford affect her rules: never forgive, never forget, and never fall in love. Not only does she have to breathe the same air as him, she's expected to share a room - and a bed - with him too. Determined to make this work, Joey and Kai enter into a pact: they have to be civilized with each other all summer. If they don't, their friends will force them to stay in the creepy cabin included in their rental. Alone. Between passive aggressive compliments, late night arguments, and moments of confusing sincerity, Joey starts to wonder if she's had Kai wrong all along. And, just maybe, her friends will finally find out why she really hates him.

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.

In the heart of Northern Nigeria, where tradition and culture run deep, a young Fulani girl's fate is sealed when she's forced into a marriage with the stranger she saved by the river bank, unaware he is the prince of Gombe. As she navigates the complexities of royal life, she must confront the Harsh realities of her new world and the secrets that surround her new world. Will she find Love, or will duty and tradition tear them apart? . With the rich cultural heritage of this ,the North as its backdrop, "I Married a prince" is a tale of love , duty, deceit ,betrayal ,royalty ,bloodshed and romance Dive into the world of " I MARRIED A PRINCE" to discover.

Just a few of my thoughts mushed together in a bunch of poems... Amazing cover made by @CaliKat000!!!

Copyright © 2024. All Rights Reserved. In the world of feelings, they say the heart is a bit unpredictable, fluttering unexpectedly and swaying in moments when the mind can't keep up. Sa'adatu likes sticking to her routine, finding comfort in the usual. Change isn't her thing; she's happy with the way things are. But suddenly, a surprising shift comes knocking-a tough task that seems impossible to win. In this whimsical tale, Adnan Bayero shows up as a spark of hope, but Sa'adatu is unsure. After living in an illusion for too long, the reality she sees now is not what she imagined. Life, akin to the heart's capricious dance, unfolds with surprises. The avoidance of the unexpected might just be the resonating crescendo, orchestrating the whimsical ballet of the heart. By Ferdeausee_