In a world where parallel paths rarely cross, fate brings together two souls in an extraordinary encounter. ------ It begins with a kind act -a sore foot and an offer of shoes too big- connecting their parallel lives for a fleeting moment. However, they remain passers-by, destined to drift apart and never meet again. But destiny had written their story in the stars, and the threads of their lives intertwined in ways they couldn't comprehend. He exuded an aura of strength and mystery, drawing her in with an irresistible allure. Her vibrant spirit and unbridled enthusiasm captivated him, breaking through the walls he had erected around his heart. For a man who treasured his personal space and guarded his emotions fiercely, he found himself granting her access, willingly listening to her words and basking in her presence. A profound connection blossoms between them, defying logic and transcending the comprehension of others. They become pillars of support, understanding each other's silences and offering solace in times of need. As their love intensifies, its depth becomes overwhelming, leading him to believe that breaking their connection is the only choice. Little do they realize the profound impact it will have on their lives, leaving them to grapple with the aftermath of a love too powerful to contain. Unbeknownst to him, this choice sets in motion a series of life-altering events. Love, once ignited, cannot be easily extinguished. Its flames leave lasting imprints, forever etched upon their souls. Now, they must navigate the aftermath of a love too powerful to contain. In this tale of chance, connection, and the unexpected twists of fate, Sambo and Kauna embark on a journey that explores the intricacies of human emotions, the fragility of the heart, and the enduring power of love that defies all odds.

"I don't care what your heart feels. All I need is your body. You heart can do whatever it wants." This is not your typical Disney romance. The hero in this story is fucked up, possessive, controlling and from the excerpt above, you can see he is a tad bit unusual. This book also contains some sex scenes. If you are not a fan of this type of book, then stop right here. But if you are like me and you love a bad boy, let's ride together. I promise you will love it. Please don't forget to vote this story. Also comment, comment and comment. COMMENT!! ❤️ adetayo_first.

Jihad is not who people think she is. Tucked behind her usually downcast eyes and beneath her overly ironed jilbabs are secrets. Dark, obscene ones she believes will whittle to dust, if leaked, every relationship she's carefully built and the respect she's managed to garner over the years. But secrets are like truths; they cannot stay hidden.And when Jihad is faced with exposure on a scale she never imagined, she's given a choice: save face or save a friend? Either option comes with a damning price tag. Cover credit: @Rosalie_TheDarkLady

"Can I help you ma?" He asked. His voice was scratchy and low and his tone rang out as sarcastic. "What do you mean by 'Can I help you ma?'" she asked him in incredulity. "I said what I said. Now what exactly is your problem?" He asked, obviously nonchalant about this whole scenario. "My-my problem?" She sputtered, gaping at him. "I'm not the one trying to kill myself. In this case, you're the one with the problem-a very big one in fact," she retorted. He sighed deeply once more and looked heavenward, as if to show his exasperation. "Madam, I was clearly staying on my own when you thought to bother me and now you're complaining? Kindly do the both of us a favour and keep walking." She gaped some more. "Mr Man, I cannot keep walking, as you've so eloquently put it. In fact, I'm not going anywhere." ********** Mosope is a man with the weight of the world upon his shoulders. His decision to end it all takes him to Third Mainland Bridge, one of the most popular bridges in the entire Lagos. Enter Anjola, who barges into his life last minute and disrupts all his meticulous plans. She's hellbent on changing his mind, and you know what? She's not going to take no for an answer. ... A short novel.

Love is found in a constant state of change. It transforms and evolves. Within our hearts, it is that love that changes us into every form we may take. Love is beautiful and soft and kind but sometimes, love takes the shade of darkness. And it is that love, that destroys us completely. (Slow updates)

We were 16 when we fell in love. We were 18 when we got married. And we were 19 when we got divorced. I can still taste the lipstick you wore that night. I can still remember the way your skin felt when I brushed my fingers over your bare shoulders. I remember you and I remember every part about you. Now, we're 27 and when I look at you, I know I'm not the one who painted the drops of sadness across your face. Your heart mourns and cries but those tears are not for me. I can still see your smile when I close my eyes and I want to bring that smile back to your face once more.

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||

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