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Too Young to Love Me by Shatumwrites
Shatumwrites
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Ayyan Ameen Majidadi has it all - wealth, looks, and a mouth sharper than a blade. At twenty-four, he's the university's golden boy with a notorious reputation and a nickname that fits too well: the Sarcasm Lord. He doesn't chase things... things chase him. Until he met her. Dr. Aneesa Ibrahim Pape, twenty-seven, elegant, composed, and far too serious for her own good, becomes his lecturer - and the only woman he can't charm with a smirk. To her, Ayyan is just another arrogant, spoiled brat who needs to grow up. To him, she's the woman who made his world tilt off balance with a single glance. When his teasing turns to persistence and her indifference turns to hidden turmoil, the line between right and wrong begins to blur. Aneesa's family was already on her neck for being unmarried at twenty-seven, but falling for her student is the last thing she can afford. Yet Ayyan doesn't take no for an answer - not when it comes to love. Behind his sarcasm lies sincerity; behind her restraint, longing. Their story is one of forbidden glances, unspoken emotions, and a love that laughs in the face of reason - but can even the boldest heart survive when society, family, and time all say no?
Destined Hearts by AbdoolZainab
AbdoolZainab
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"You planned for this marriage to happen. I can't believe you trick your friend to run away so you can sway yourself into my life. Well, all your games has come to an end. You're just a gold digger, all you are after is my money. My conscience kept telling me before the wedding that you shouldn't be trusted but I was so foolish to think other wise. This is your end Ameera " he said with so much disgust. He was looking at me like I was a tramp. I don't even know what to think again, all this is so hard to take in. All in one day " That was not how it was, Amir. I didn't marry you for your money, I swear I was only trying to help Aisha. She--" " I don't want to hear a single word from your mouth, if not I will beat the shit out of you. You desperate gold digger " What? " Amir it me, your love. You can't do this to us Amir please" I held his shirt, before I know it I felt a hot slap on my face. He slapped me?. I look up at him in shock " you slapped me? " " I'll do worst than that" his eye is empty of sympathy, it's now filled with hatred, hatred just for me. He isn't my Amir anymore, he is a stranger. A stranger I don't even recognize. I fell on the floor and broke down all over again. I'm doom, this is the end. " I Amir sani Bula divorce you, ameera, once. Pack your things and leave my house" " NOOOOOO!!. please don't do this to me Amir. Think about our unborn child please " " what did you just say? " " I'm pregnant with your child" I nod at him for him to believe me. I took the results from my hand bag close to me and hand it over to him. " this is the result" he didn't take it " I don't want you to ever utter such nonsense to me again . I know what you're planning to do, you want to push your bastard child to me after the father didn't accept it right. You think I'm a fool? You can't trick me anymore Ameera. We are done " " Add this book to your library to find out more about it❤❤❤❤
Paper Hearts✅ by Ferdeausee_
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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_