Labarin TSINTAR AYA, labarine daya shafi b'angarori da dama na rayuwar damuke ciki a yanxu, musamman b'angaren sayafi kowanne wato b'angaren auratayya. Abubuwa sosai masu zafi da ilmantarwa, fad'akarwa tare da nishad'antarwa suna cikin wannan faifan. Daure ka bibiyi wannan littafin domin samun abinda ya dace kada ku bari abaku labari.

Labarin d'an bature labarine dayazo muku da sabon salon rubutu, wanda ze nishad'antar fad'akar yakuma wa'azantar, labarine akan yarinya yar mulki me tak'ama da nera, wacce take likita a b'angaren mahaukata, ko wacce gwagwar maya zata sha? ko mecece k'addararta? ku boyoni domin jin yanda zata kaya...

Hibbatullah Aliyu: Just an ordinary girl whose dream is to become a model. But as it is in the society we live in the people will always say "modelling of all careers in the world". All she wants is to show the society that models are not stripers. Being born without a silver spoon made things even harder for her and her mother also having the same ideology about models being the same with stripers. It is said that we plan and Allah plans and of course! He is the best of planners. will she be able to conquer her dream or will it forever remain the WISHES OF THE HEART? Who will even agree to marry a woman from the north who is a model? Will she be able to prove the society wrong? Follow me In this rollercoaster journey as I unveil the veiled. Grab ur popcorns and sodas, tissues and coffees. #1 in Qatar 30/09/20. ❤HAFSATUUWAXEERY❤.

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Halima Aliyu's style is pretty simple: Live life to the fullest and be successful while at it. She deems her life pretty simple; she's not looking for a husband, her salon is going along nicely and she can eat sharwarma anytime she wants. That is the goal! But, what is peace of mind for a woman who's mother-in-law is the bane in her existence? Dealing with her and her many directives is enough to turn our girl's hair grey. What then happens when she meets two little angels who matchmake her with their daddy, and her mother-in-law's directives can't be followed. Is her rose colored life about to turn grey?

Ducking away, she ran out of Hajia's living room with a loving smile on her lips. She banged her head on a broad chest that gave her a souvenir of a scent, just as juicy as her husband's. She knew he was the one, her Twin kept to his words. Not looking up to his face, she wrapped her hands around his waist and nuzzled her face deep into his chest, chuckling. "I missed you so much, Hassan. I was just moving in that kitchen fah, but your thoughts were a second away from making me crazy!" She lifted up her legs and planted a smooch on his left cheek. Roughly, she was peeled off his chest and a certain longing of his warmth seeped within her. That was bad. What happened to him? He left looking all loving, had she done something wrong? She looked into his eye level, lifting her face completely because of their height different. This is her husband, but why the hard face and the frown? Is this a frank? He didn't missed her? Or was he pulling her legs? Nadia's thoughts were put into a halt when he opened his mouth, he sounded exactly as her husband would, just the words differed. "I'm Hussain!" It was her husband's twin! Not even a single mark was there on their faces to help her differ between the cheerful Hassan and a grumpy Hussain. She felt her limbs gone weak as he walked past her. • What would happen when Nadia keeps mistaking her husband for her Husband's twin? I'm loving this much! I'm sure you would too!

"I know all these cheap tricks you miscreants pull in the name of your disgusting jealousy. I wonder which motivational post you read that made you think you actually have a right to claim me as yours" he laughed, bitterly before looking into my eyes again "Aya, I never loved you, I don't love you, and I will never ever love you, so just rest for goodness sake, this is so embarrassing" With great difficulty, I swallowed the lump in my throat and mustered the strength to strike back "hafeez kenan! I wish I cared, I really do wish I cared about...everything! I'm glad to know that you don't either, but let me just warn you, you are in bondage, better free yourself before it's too late" with that, I walked out, slamming the heavy wooden door behind me as a lone tear escaped from my eye. Meet Aya Muhammad Yusi, a fulani bombshell who gives beauty a new meaning. Being a public figure and famous media personality changed nothing about her being a calm and collected modest young woman who put happiness and peace of mind above anything else. But, when things took a drastic U-turn in her love life, Aya was forced to marry AbdulHafeez Ahmad Talba, an arrogant, almost always grumpy stud approaching billionairehood. Being polar opposite, the twists and turns don't seem to have an end. do you think they will finally find their express way? Or forever remain stuck in that one pothole? Read to find out ❤️

Am zaynab also known as zeeta..Am 21yrs.. daughter of ALH.umar Mohammad minister of finance

Two best friends are In love with thesame girl but they don't know each others love for the girl. Now it causes a rift between the two best friends and Najwa's life miserable who will win the heart of Najwa? Later on jawad one of Najwa's lover found out that his step brother is one of Najwa's lover. Read and find out who will win the heart of Najwa in this war of love. WARNING:NOT edited.

#25 in Mystery/ thriller "You are here only to bear me a child" He said furiously. "A child" she paused "In sha Allah I will give you that child" She turned and left him, alone with his fury. She did bear him a child, one whom all cherished. A child he loved more than himself, a child who loved him equally. But in a world of corruption and shady games of politics, a world where even the most innocent souls have that little secret would it be possible to keep the ones you love, to save the dear lives of the one that matter the most. This is a love story unlike any other. This is the love story of a father and a daughter, the bond between Zahra and Sahabi. What happens when one is taken out of the picture?