Wutar kara is a journey of two women that despite being together are different. While Hajo is the arrogant and rude type, Bilkisu is the humble one. Both were married to different men with different status. And both had different destinies. I thought to share their journeys with you. Enjoy

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. ---

A warm hearted story about family, love and betrayal. Set in a village lifestyle, it tries to capture the essence of culture and tradition of a typical northern setting.

Uwa uwace... ku biyoni ku sha labari.

Hafsat is a wholly original woman. A 26-year-old single mother, charmer, and politician with dainty and deathly expertise in manipulating people and events. Single-minded in the pursuit of her desires, nothing and no one can stop her ambitions. She meets and marries a man she barely knows which leads her to war-torn Libya where she has to find a way to survive. All her plans were well underway until she finds out that her husband isn't who he said he was. In the quest for escape, she has to face her inner demons or give up a promising future she sees for herself including seeing her daughter again.

Amina Abubakar Gamɓaki thought freedom would come the day she walked away from her abusive marriage. Instead, she's faced with a new kind of battle, single motherhood, the threat of losing her children, and the weight of scars no one else can see. Love is the last thing she's searching for; safety is all she wants. Salis Bugaje has built an empire from silence and discipline. Since losing his wife, he's locked his emotions away, convinced that marriage can only ever be duty, not love. But when family pressure forces his hand, he agrees to a marriage of convenience with Amina... only to discover she is the doctor he holds responsible for his wife's death. What begins as an arrangement quickly turns into a collision of secrets, grief, and unexpected sparks. Caught between mistrust and the fragile hope of healing, Amina and Salis must decide: will they keep running from the past, or dare to rebuild a future, together?

A Summyah Marie and Aspen Kartier typical wattpad book because there's not enough "Life move fast but my baby keep it slow"

She was a nobody. Born into poverty, raised in hardship, and forgotten by the world. Her mother died when she was just a child, leaving her in the cruel hands of a stepmother who saw her as nothing more than a burden. Beaten down, mistreated, and silenced by pain, she endured every cruelty with quiet strength. Calm. Religious. Kind. Even in her suffering, she refused to complain. She refused to break. She never cared that she was poor, because she had already accepted her fate. Or so she thought... Her father was nothing more than a drunkard, a man who drowned every ounce of responsibility at the bottom of a bottle. To him, she wasn't a daughter, she was nothing. No love, no protection, no care. All he ever wanted from her was money, and he didn't care how she got it, as long as she brought it home. Until one night, fate collided with her life in the most brutal way, an accident that should have ended everything, but instead began a story she never imagined. A marriage. To a stranger. He had never seen her face, hidden always behind the veil of her niqab. Every glance, every movement was a mystery. He was someone she had never seen before, someone who lived in a world far beyond her reach. Bound to him by law, trapped by circumstances, she suddenly found herself standing at the edge of a life she neither asked for nor desired. But when two broken souls are forced under the same roof, secrets unravel, hearts clash, and a dangerous question rises, Can love grow in a marriage built on nothing but fate's cruel accident? He was her mistake ......but maybe her destiny🤍

#1 Youth 13th October, 2019. #1 parenting 11th August, 2019. #1 attorney 30th Sept, 2020 #5 Youth 1st October, 2019. #3 youth 28th August, 2019. #15 English 30th August, 2019 Maryam was afraid of how he made her feel. The reality of her circumstances. She had never been this emotionally raw, weak as she was with Mubarak, she physically felt safe in his presence. She had never felt safe in the presence of a man like she did with him. That was not on her agenda. She wasn't supposed to be feeling all the things she felt now, but they were there. That was the last thing she wanted. She could sense his resistance, she had never seen a man so intent on not liking her as he. The rest just ignored her, him? He saw her but it felt as if he didn't want to. And here she was all intent on Becoming Mrs Bugaje. What would he say to Maryam? This would devastate her beyond all measures. His hands travelled to hold his nape, squeezing the thick muscle there, he had never felt so worthless all his life like he did now. A graceful light-eyed girl who brightened a crowd with her mere presence, a girl with the heart of gold, his young gazelle. He had her right where he wanted, loving him like no other, despite him being reckless, nonchalant, a liar by omission and a rogue she still loved him whole. Her love made him so full that despite giving her his all he was still left with excess from her. This was the woman he would inevitably lose because of his recklessness. She would face the pain. A pain of Becoming Mrs Bugaje. He had vowed to protect her from herself. Yet he had pushed her over. He had vowed to make her see what people had done to her, she taught him forgiveness. Under all that crazy bubbly mouthiness, was his angelic queen, compassionate, loving- a jewel. Yet he ruined her. Now her ruin was his ruin, he had carried his pain long, hard and deep in his heart. She was a pain he was willing to live through life with. Her voice what he lived for. Her smile his home.

Salma seemingly closed the chapter with Zayn once the court proceedings ended. However, fate had other plans. Or maybe it was prayers? Silent pleas whispered in the loneliness of the night by one heartbroken man. A storm of threats, bullets and a baseball bat, smashed whatever she knew of peace. A kidnapping attempt, or two . . . maybe it was three? Lies and Secrets. And many more murdering plots hit her like a tornado, forcing her back to square one with only one way out. Zayn. She could be with him till she was no longer held at a gunpoint, but was it fair that once she was free to breathe in peace, she would walk away and ruin his life? What would it cost to give him a chance? If she opens her heart to him, what would be lost? ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ You better not be secretly leading me to my death, Alex! Barely had the though completed in her mind that she felt the barrel of a gun press into the back of her head. She froze in fright, her nails digging into the palm of her hands inside the pocket of her coat. "Make a move bitch, and they won't even find a body to bury," he warned. The levelness of his voice scarier than his threat. Salma gulped, too petrified to even breath. "Hands where I can see them!" He nudged her with the gun. Salma unclenched her fists inside her coat. "Now!" She felt the gun poking her head sharply. Slowly, she brought her trembling hands out, and held them above her head. "Turn around," he ordered. Salma swallowed her fear again. Her mouth felt dry. She had a feeling she did not have long to live. If she were to make it out of here alive, Agent Alex would have taken him out already. A dry, ragged sob raked through her body when she realized this. She was just a bait. And baits don't survive. At what felt like a snail's pace, she turned around to face her death. Salma's eyes zeroed on the barrel of the gun pointed at her.