A few minutes into the walk, I heard footsteps shuffling behind me. I tensed up and halted in my tracks. My heart began to pound violently in my chest. I felt too afraid to even do anything. I stayed glued to my spot, but that didn't stop the footsteps from approaching. Mustering all of the courage left in me, I spun around and to my utmost horror, two men - more like thugs were standing just few inches away from me. Ya Allah, please protect me! I don't want to die like this. I spun back around and started walking, my pace increasing rapidly. "Hey! Where the f*** do you think you're going, bit**" One of the men slurred. By the tone of his voice, I could tell he was tipsy or high. The rate of my fear intensified. MANAL ❤ ©2019

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

Maryam never had a say. Although her situation wasn't her fault, people never fail to rub it in her face. If she was a child out of wedlock, she wouldn't have been sad. Atleast she'd be paying for her parent's sin. If she was an Almajira, she'd still lift her head up high and accept what ever the world threw at her, atleast she would still be paying for her parent's sin for throwing her out into the streets. If she was a prostitute, Heck! she'd stand proud and tall, atleast it was her decision to sell her body to men. But, she was neither one of this things. She had lost her father, a day before she was born. Her mother got married to someone else a week later! That marriage came with a whole lot of burden. A burden she was subjected to by her gullible mother. A burden she had no choice but to embrace.

One Number Dialed wrong. Could it have been a coincidence? Nah, i would preferably stick to fate. Amirah Adamu Bawa, the well known daughter of His excellency Alhaji Adamu Bawa, the well respected Governor of Bauchi State and Hajiya Nafisah Hamza, a daughter to the Emir of Katagum, Bauchi state finds herself interacting with a stranger over the phone. One thing leads to another and a scandal gets formed. 0o0 "You don't know. You can't predict the future" "Let's not beat around the bush and deceive ourselves but I don't see you in my future" I laughed incredulously, tears were threatening to escape now, making my eyes sting but I was never a weakling and I won't start being one over his hurtful words. Not now, not ever. "You better start seeing me in it because there's no where I'm going. We'll live together, share a room, share a bathroom, inhale in each other's scents, share our stories, you'll be someone's Father and I, Amirah Bawa will be their mother. I'll be in every sentence, in every line of your life's story one way or the other" "You're dreaming" He spat "hopelessly" he added with a mock smile. "No" I shook my head again "You're the one who's dreaming because look around you, we just finished taking the pictures that will inform the world of our impending nuptials" "Impending doom more like" He cut through my words with a sarcastic remark. "I learn to embrace what life throws at me" I taunted. His eyes clasped tightly with mine, he was so mad that his fury reflected in his gaze. They were so dark I thought I was going to pee on my self. "You can't embrace the misery I'll bring with me" With each step Kamal took I felt myself pressing, sinking further into the door. 0o0

She was an average muslimah but she had a weakness. She had a strong desire, yet her heart was weak. She found a solution to her weakness but it was only temporary and it was Haram. She then found a permanent solution to her weakness. It was Halaal but her parents didn't agree to it. She took a decision out of anger and that single decision turned her life upside down. She sinned... She violated... She was violated... She regretted... She repented... But there was a vacuum in her life that her past had created that she carried with her every single day of her life. The guilt and burden of her past always weighed her down every step of the way. She wished she could turn back the hands of time and erase that part of her life from her story. But then, her story had not yet ended. Her future seemed bleak because her past posed a threat. Will her story end like this? Probably... Probably not... The past cannot be changed, that is for sure. What about the future?

All their lives they've been kept away from the opposite sex. All they want is to fulfill the ultimate goal. She wants to remain chaste and holy He wants to fulfill their one goal. To take away the Last Virgin standing. What happens when king high merges with Dorcas high school? With the V-destroyers on patrol. +++++++++++++++++ Omolayo is going to be the Last Virgin standing. And David? He's hella bent on taking it away for her. Unusual thing to be going on in a Nigerian high school right? Well, nothing in this school is usual. Cover by @Desieleleyii

These are the tales of a Nigerian girl living in England . . . If you are from Nigeria, or from another country in Africa, and you live in a different country i.e. (in Europe or The Americas) then please take a seat. Maybe grab some popcorn and a drink because you're about to enter a relatable zone. I'm certain you will relate to 99% of what you're about to read.

*COMPLETED* -A recipe for disaster- "Childhood frenemies, Nara and Tife must work together to prevent Imade (Nara's best friend/Tife's sister) from making a mistake of ending up with a wrong man." ★★★ In a bid to help Imade find happiness like she did, self-acclaimed match maker, Nara Nwankwo assists her emotionally vulnerable best friend, Imade find love with the charismatic lawyer, Victor Akin; only to find out that he wasn't the man they thought he was. Crippled with fear of hurting Imade's fragile emotional wellbeing, Nara secretly teams up with Tife, the tall, dark and devastatingly handsome brother of Imade who manages to always keep her body blazing by his presence; to break apart Victor and Imade's relationship (possibly without hurting Imade or letting her find out about their plan) while at the same time, trying to hide Victor's past from Imade and fighting the undeniably, hot attraction between each other. 🏆A Wattpad Ambassadors-Africa Featured Book Highest rankings (TOP 3 TAGS) #1 in #projectnigeria #2 in #secondary #2 in #Truthbetold 🏅2nd place - Girlie Awards (Romance Category) 🏅3rd place - Beyond Imaginations Awards (Romance Category) 🏅3rd place - The Eye Catching Awards (Romance Category) 🏅3rd place - The Monarchy Awards (Romance Category) ★★UNDER MAJOR EDITING★★

COMPLETED English/Hausa For someone who has never had it easy in life, Labiba believed her world has finally come to an end when she was practically forced into marrying her dead sister's husband. But if there's one thing that'll make her tolerate Salim Magatakarda, it's Laila, his one year old daughter who just happens to be her niece and the love of her life.

"Who are you?" Farida asked. She looked to where Farida sat and with sass she adjusted her blouse crossing one leg over the other. "I'm Karima, Mrs Karima Kamaludeen. I'm carrying our husband's baby and I've come to take my rightful place in this house". The lady said.