Copyright© 2018. All rights reserved. [#1 in Malik/Othman series] [can be read separately] My name is Kydah Malik, I know my name sounds so beautiful to your ears but my life isn't how it looks. It was such a hurdle getting into an arranged marriage not knowing it was the only man she's ever loved her whole life. Then that cliché part when the female members of his family are all in love with my handsome husband, it was stressing seeing those glares. Another much massive problem is my mother in-law totally yawing her back against me when I couldn't give birth after my daughter died, as if I give myself those. It became really hard living with him, join my ride and find out how I took care of everything, it wasn't easy... No plagiarizing of this book! Aishatu.

On the wet sand beside the seashore, the strong, tall man was laying with a cigarette in his hand. His bike parked a few feet away from him. The environment there was serene and noiseless as no one was allowed then on the beach that he owned. It was not a big deal for a billionaire like him. He had a lot more than that. Wealth, power, the respect he had all of them but lacked the most important thing that couldn't be bought with money. He lacked inner peace. He inhaled the vinous smoke as the corner of his lips twitched in a sad smile. His eyes deceived him being moist and a lone tear slipped down his face on the sand. The sand sucked the water as soon as it fell on it, and he wondered if his pain disappeared in thin air like that. He breathed out a puff of smoke through his nose and mouth. Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?" Miles away from him the girl with a cuddling baby in her arms uttered looking up at the sky, "I express my deep gratitude to You for sending this angel to me, Ya Rab."

A modern Pakistani adaptation of the classic Jane-Eyre. YOU DO NOT HAVE TO READ THE ORIGINAL TO APPRECIATE MY VERSION. THIS IS A STANDALONE BOOK. Blurb: As an orphaned child, Jahaan-Aara is first cruelly abused by her aunt, then cast out and sent to an Islamic boarding school. Though she meets with further abuse, she receives an education, and eventually takes a job as a governess at the estate of Emraad Fuwaad Rohail. Jahaan and Rohail Saab begin to bond, but his dark moods trouble her. When Jahaan-Aara uncovers the terrible secret Rohail Saab has been hiding, she flees and finds temporary refuge and learns that she has fallen in love with him. Click follow to read. All chapters are private due to many plagiarising attempts Add to reading list. Please note: This is an adaptation of the original book. It will be slightly different from the original book.

Jannah Uthman, a determined twenty-one-year-old, is on a relentless quest for justice for her deceased sister, a mission fueled by grief and the desire for retribution. As she delves deeper into the investigation, she crosses paths with Abdullah Abubakar Daggash, a brilliant state prosecutor known for his sharp intellect and unwavering commitment to the law. Abdullah, often referred to as "Sheikh," is drawn to Jannah's passion and resilience, and he becomes her unexpected ally in the fight for justice. However, as their professional relationship deepens, Jannah finds herself grappling with a whirlwind of emotions. The lines between vengeance and love blur, forcing her to confront her own motivations and desires. As they navigate a web of legal battles and personal turmoil, Jannah must decide whether to embrace the healing power of love or to succumb to her thirst for vengeance. With the stakes higher than ever, will she find the strength to let go of the past and choose a future with Abdullah, or will her pursuit of justice consume her entirely? CROSSROADS OF THE HEART

"The joke is on you now Muhseen." "No please don't do this, you can't just throw away all that we had like this, please don't" I pleaded. "I can't? Seriously?" She lead out a sarcastic chortle "Only Muhseen Salah can huh?" "What do you mean by that?" I managed to utter. "Exactly what am saying" she snapped curtly "It's about time you learn the truth Muhseen, I just tricked you none of the things we had and shared for the past week was real. Come to think of it, why will I change overnight? Why will I love someone who hurt me in the past like you did? Am not a fool Muhseen" She paused glaring at me. "No" I muttered ceaselessly as I shook my head not believing a thing from what she said. "No Cara you're joking, you must be joking." "You can take it as a joke it's what I did too when you broke up with me months ago so continue to believe all I said as a joke." She said cold heartedly not showing even the slightest care. Why is she doing this? I thought we are over all these. "Cara please stop this, stop it please my heart can't take it. You said it yourself that you've forgiven me. I thought we were over all these, why are you bringing it up now?" "Because I wanna break your cold heart like you did to me some time ago Muhseen plus this is the time I planned on telling you so it would make your heart crumple, bruise and hurt just like it is doing already." She paused and took a quick glance at me pathetically "Remember how you icily rubbed it to my face that you don't love me, that is was all a trick? Remember how you threw away everything that we shared? It's payback time Muhseen."

Muneenah yaseer sheikh, I don't promise you a bed filled with roses, I also don't expect you to expect a tub filled with milk and roses, I don't pledge to you a marriage life filled with love and fiction, We're gonna fight, but at the end of the day make sure we mend, We're gonna argue but at the end, still eat together, There will be times I'd be working so late that you'd have to sleep alone, There will also be times we both will be busy to care about caring for each other, There will be ups and downs, Highs and lows, Bends and curves, But at the end, The best of it all is, We will be home, Insha Allah. #3-desires 19th march 2021

In the heart of the bustling city of Abuja lies the prestigious Rayville American University, owned by the illustrious billionaire tycoon, Hassan Shashi. This elite institution is the haven for society's crème de la crème-heirs and heiresses of vast fortunes, and royalty from renowned kingdoms. Amongst this dazzling world of privilege and power, there is one remarkable exception: a beautiful, intelligent, and spirited young woman from a middle-class family. As the first and only scholarship student at Rayville, she navigates a sea of opulence and entitlement with grace and determination. Facing disdain from her affluent peers and a series of clashes with the arrogant and self-absorbed heir to the university, Ammar Hassan Shashi, she embarks on a journey fraught with challenges. Yet, through it all, she remains steadfast in her quest for friendship, joy, success, and above all, love. ❤ --- Inspired by the Korean drama 'Boys Before Flowers,' this novel spins a completely original tale that promises to captivate and inspire. ---

He is the only son of the king Heir to the throne The most selfish and arrogant man you'll ever come across When he speaks everyone listens....... Then there she is, An innocent orphan Forced to be a maid in the palace But that is not her deepest story.............. A story of two different people who hated each other at first sight but only one has the right to show physical hatred towards the other, But what happens when one starts developing feelings for the other? Could it be one sided? Or will they go head over heels for each other? * * "What is your name" he asked sounding so angry "Jadwa" I answered trembling because his voice sounded like tunder to my ears "Open your mouth and reply me with words when i speak to you and how dare you stand when i am standing" he shouted sounding louder then before walking closer to me * * * Just a sneak peak of what to expect HE IS ROYALTY AND SHE IS JUST A PALACE MAID BUT WAS SHE REALLY MEANT TO BE JUST A PALACE MAID? Follow me through the journey of JADWA and SULTAN............. This is a Hausa/English novel, so there will be a-lot of hausa and English mixtures 😁😁😁😁😁 Happy reading

"I could start fires with what I feel for you." He whispered as he leaned down to press his soft lips upon mine. Before our lips touched I whispered l,"I hate that you're so possessive, so annoying and so confusing." "Only for you baby." He whispered right before he slammed his lips on mine and took me to another dimension.

When love speaks, when love yearns for attention, when it crushes and intends to erupt out of the beholder's heart; Nothing could stop it, it looks onto nothing. Status seems just a name to it, age seems just a number. It knows no bound, it knows no difference. She was just a poor lady, from a wrecked background. He was a pompous guy, from an affluent background. She needed money for her WAEC examination. He needed a maid, to take care of his house. He hired her. She started working in his house. Destiny unleashed a predicament between them. It bounds them hitched. ____ What would it be? What has destiny unleashed upon their lives? It would be a love, heartbreak, and romantic roller coster ride. #Ayshatou.