Hanan Shafiq is a normal 22-year-old obsessed with fashion. She was unaffected by the craze of internationally famous Muhsin Khaleed. No, she didn't have time for fangirling, since she had been waiting on her childhood first love to come back for her after 17 years. Just when she thinks life is going on perfectly, steps in a man who ruins everything she had built over all these years. And the most thrilling part of the story is the fact that the man was none other but the globally celebrated Muhsin Khaleed.

The lives of two unsuspecting people are brought together by the strings of destiny. They are two different people from two different worlds. While one was brought up in a lavish home,the other had to strive to make a living. This is a story that people don't write often about. It's always the reverse. A story of a wealthy girl falling in love with a boy who could not offer her anything. **A Fashion Fairytale✨🌠

Copyright © 2019. All rights reserved. FALAK: In a village where every girl must marry at the age of fifteen, a girl finds herself in a challenging situation, as no one is willing to marry her due to reasons unknown to her and her father. Her stepmother made sure to flaunt and taunt her at every chance, showcasing her daughters' husbands and children. Despite this, she remained undeterred, focusing on studying for her WAEC exams, hoping to find a way to escape to university. At seventeen, she is in grade 11 and faced with the decision to pay for the WAEC exams if they have the money or wait another year if they don't. The school fees are free, which is why she's still attending. Life doesn't always grant one's desires, and she eventually dropped out when her father stated he couldn't afford to pay for her WAEC, forcing her to abandon her dreams. SHADDAD: In a palace where he must learn the etiquettes of being the next king and is next in line to the throne of Kano state, Shaddad faces immense expectations. He has been groomed on how to be a king and act accordingly. He has absorbed these teachings and conforms to people's expectations. At the age of twenty-seven, he holds a bachelor's degree in business, preparing to manage the family business before ascending the throne. Yet, that's not all; he is also a skilled cardiologist. Despite possessing status, looks, fame, intelligence, and wealth, he remains indifferent to the allure of a lavish lifestyle. The world of fame only brings him pain, though he does not complain, having nothing to lament. People perceive him as having a disorder due to his limited interactions. What transpires when the vivacious Falak encounters the stoic Shaddad? Can she break through his emotional barriers, or will she be overwhelmed? Will she get a glimpse of his true self, or will she remain lost in the darkness? Will her unconventional love for him deepen, or will it forever remain brash? No plagiarizing of this book! Aishatu.

"Daada, Maama; Did I for once told you what I want? You've always chosen what to wear for me, what I should eat, where I should go, even the environment I should stay in. Isn't that enough for you to grant my only wish?. It's okay if you don't want to, I might have been a burden on you. I'm sorry," with that, she sprinted to her room, locked it and broke into tears, ignoring their knockings. * "I think I will let you to study abroad,but only under one condition; you have to get married; for I couldn't let you there all by yourself," Daada spoke haltingly, hoping she wouldn't agree, but her answer made his hope vanished. "It's okay, Daada, who's the guy? And have you started processing my admission?" She asked, a wide grin plastered on her face, not caring about the marriage thing, she thought it was all a threat. "It's Sadeeq, Alhaji Mustapha's son. But he studies in Qatar, that means you will also study there," Daada encapsulated, his face deviod of emotion. Ihsan looked up at Daada, and wanted to bellow out the words, but they came out as a whisper "Daada..you mean Sadeeq? He's just 19 years old. How would I marry him? Who will take care of who? Uhm Daada?" She slurred, tears rolling down her cheeks. "He is. And would take good care of your health. What's there in marrying him? Isn't he a man?" Daada inquired. "There is; it's just a one year gap between us. And he isn't a man in my eyes," she reprimanded and broke into tears. _____ What would happen to Ihsan? Would she agree on studying abroad? Fighting for her health, at the same time marrying the guy she looks down onto? As she would always avow "It'sjust a one year gap." It would be a hilarious roller coaster ride. Tag along. Your's always__AYSHATOU.

Romantic love story of.... NOOR AND SAFWAN A SMALL SOURCE OF LIGHT IN A WORLD SURROUNDED BY DARKNESS.... "I..I..I.."She said stammering as he shook her repeatedly. "Just say it this time my love.Let me be sure...."ILOVEYOU!"..She interrupted as he watched her with gleam in his eyes. She finally said it!!. He exclaimed as he grabbed her and hugged her tightly. "ILOVEYOU!ILOVEYOU!....noor". He said rocking them back and forth. "Iloveyou so much my love"...He whispered firmly. He felt safe, right there in her warmest, sweetest tight embrace as she was his only light that shone in his world that was full of darkness...

Not your typical arewa love story. DISCLAIMER**** This book is Islamic but does not portray the perfect Islamic religion.

As Claire aims to leave her oppressive stepfamily behind, she befriends Zion. Will he be her ticket to freedom or a distraction in achieving her dreams? ***** Claire Olsen has had a crush on Zion Petrakis since the first time she laid eyes on him, but he never noticed, instead only having eyes on the school's it girl, Maddie Jennings. Knowing she couldn't compete with Maddie, Claire hid her feelings for Zion, satisfied with admiring him from afar. However, when a series of events led Claire closer to Zion, her feelings for him grew from infatuation to love. And despite fighting hard to keep her feelings contained by distancing herself from Zion, he was determined to show her that he's earned a spot in her life. [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]

I walked down the white hallways filled with the smell of bleach and chlorine. The lights above were too bright, too luminescent. I can't think. I can't look straight. I can't breathe. Everything was blurry. I touched my cheeks and felt tears cascade down to my chin. My steps faltered. My heart wouldn't stop beating out of my chest. "I'm sorry Nouran." She had looked at me sadly, eyes filled with emptiness. No, no, no. What am I going to do? What am I going to tell him? Him. Izhar. I can't breathe.... Allah. •|#1 in Spiritual on February 20th, 2016 // March 26th, 2016 // May 20th, 2016 // June 25th, 2016 // July 3rd, 2016 // July 13th, 2016 // July 28th, 2016 // August 2nd, 2016 // August 13th, 2016 // December 28th, 2016 // January 21st, 2017 // January 27th, 2017 // March 23rd, 2017|• ||1 million reads as of May 12th, 2017|| ||2 million reads as of September 15th, 2018|| ||3 million reads as of July 15th, 2020|| ||A Wattpad Featured Story as of August 11th, 2017|| ||100K votes as of February 20th, 2018||

Highest ranking: #1 in #Hausa as of 27th June, 2018 : #1 in #Nigerian as of 8th August, 2018 One promise, one favour plus a broken heart brings two people from entirely different worlds together. On one side is ordinary, young, naive and sweet Rukkayya while on the other hand is stupendously rich, refined and broken Ahmad. What could fate have in store for these two? Find out in Treasures and Thorns!

*Could you ever love a broken person?* "I understand that you're broken," he said as he lifted her chin so she stared directly into his eyes. "But I want you to understand that it is my job to restore the happiness you lost. I am your husband now, Afrah. And it is my responsibility to make you happy. So that is my mission from now until the end of time." Afrah stared down at her hands, feeling as though her soul was being wrenched from her body. She couldn't look him in the eye. Not after what she had gone through. Not when she still saw the devil in his eyes. * It is said that the most painful wounds leave the deepest scars. No one could attest to that more than Afrah Aminu. For eleven years she's kept a secret to herself, knowing that she might never be able to tell anyone. Not that she wanted to. But now, with the sudden arrival of a strange man in her life, she finds herself thrown into the terrifying situation of having to relive it all. As he tears down each and every wall she has set up around her heart, the memories of that haunting night come crashing in waves. Will she be able to survive it? Or will she be crushed underneath its weight?