Book Two in the I Am Not A Prostitute series. Warning: Mature Audiences Only!! -Strong Sexual Content -R-rated language -Adult situation #1 in Fiction on 1/10/23 #2 in Romance on 12/29/20 Book Two in the I Am Not A Prostitute series. *** Summary: "I hope you remember me. I hope you see something that reminds you of me. And I hope you smile and remember the memories we created together. And I hope your throat tightens up, and it finally hits you..." I felt a tear burning down my cheek "You never should have let me go." I slammed the phone down, my breathing was heavy, like someone was standing on my chest. I glanced outside, and stared at the rain that fell in sync with my tears. Come back to me, Sinister. *** Sinister Velkov was the leader of the Russian Mafia, after falling in love with a beautiful girl named Calla, he couldn't keep himself away. They fell in love, and got married. He thought he could protect her from the dangerous life of being a mob bosses wife. But he was wrong, no one is safe from the drugs, guns and death of organized crime. So he sent her away, hoping to keep her safe, promising to never see her again... Loving someone is a sacrifice, you give them the power to destroy you, and that's exactly what they do. Sinister Velkov was the Devil himself, but everyone knows...the Devil was once an angel. COMPLETED

"After all, you either play the game or the game plays you." One mafia king. Four mafia princes. One bookworm in the wrong place at the wrong time. Love blossoms as Lilah experiences something she never she thought she would. Being in the mafia. The cold-moon mafia rules the world, however with the rise of the Tyranos mafia, Lilah discovers something that will rock her entire world. Soon it comes down to family versus love. Who will come out on top? Will the mafia king finally bend his knee to the one he loves? Or will it all end in a bloodbath... *This is a reverse harem romance with a HEA* What this story includes: -Multiple men and one women in a relationship (Reverse Harem) -Dual POV -Mafia #1 in protective (June 13, 2023) #1 in bookworm (June 10, 2023) #6 in mafia (May 25, 2023) #10 in mafiaboss (May 25, 2023) #3in reverseharem (October 19,2023) #28 in billionaire (June 27, 2023)

BOOK 1 "This is what you wanted hmm?" he asked breathlessly whispering in my ear. "For me to fuck this tight little pussy." THIS STORY IS NOT EDITIED‼️

FINISHED BUT EDITING !! Kelly was taken without explanation-locked inside a world she doesn't understand, by a man she can't escape and no one to come to her rescue. Cade moves in shadows where power is bought in blood and loyalty is never questioned. Cold, controlled, and dangerously unreadable. He watched her as if she already belongs to him. She should hate him. The longer she stays, the harder it is to tell where fear ends and something far more dangerous begins. But Cade doesn't just take, He keeps. _________________ "You're shaking. I scare you." He said lowly. I stared up at him, my lips parted and nodded my head slowly, not realising my body was trembling until he said it himself. "You like it, don't you?" He whispered. ----------- #2 cade #1 Kelly

Trigger warning - Abuse, violence, assault, murder Please do not read if you can not handle this He walked through the dark stairs. He was playing with his gun. He came to take something that belonged to him, at least he thought. His prey escaped from him, and he was back to take her... torture her, torment her, punish her.... he took something of his too, was it a bigger sin... He had no mercy for anyone. She was not special in that case. she was just his Prey... his favorite pet.

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.

Copyright© 2022. All rights reserved. Two people forced to live under the same roof in the name of something called 'conjugation' a sacred relationship that is supposed to be filled with love, tolerance, patience, consideration, listening and respect but in this situation, it is the total opposite of what a marriage encompasses. Theirs is filled with castigation, intolerance, cowardice and heedlessness. Merged with dramatic in-laws, the family is turned upside down. Although she couldn't see his face, she sensed a change in the atmosphere... the fierce will of a warrior in battle, the urge to conquer and dominate. Aware of his violence barely kept in check, Layla remained very still. She kept her face turned away and listened to his breathing, until the deepening movements of his lungs became calm once more. Not at all moved of scared, she lifted a mocking brow and jeered. "Go to hell, Captain!"

Copyright© 2020. All rights reserved. She sat on her bed thinking how on earth is she to get married at the tender age of sixteen. Not marrying any ordinary person, but the youngest prince. He is also just nineteen years old and to her, he is still a young boy growing just like she is. Poignant you might say? She thought at that age, she will be thinking about which university to choose amongst all the universities in the country but no. She is now going to start thinking about what to cook before her husband gets home and how to dress for the day as a Royal. Jumbled right? That is not half the story. She got divorced a day after their marriage the reason known to her clearly but she refuse to take fault. Brutal in your mind isn't it? No, the fact that she needs to work in the same palace she's left as a married woman to get something in her stomach is the trouble. How can she cope working in her ex-husband's Chamber? She also didn't know that the position she started working hard for would be taken away from her just like that in a blink of an eye. He got everything he's wanted and more. That is when she thought about stepping up in her game. He should know who he is dealing with and she is no more young, she is a woman now.

Copyright© 2023. All rights reserved. Meet Yasmin El-suraj, the epitome of determination. Defying the stifling norms of a judgmental society, Yasmin fervently pursues her dreams to ensure her family's rightful prosperity. In a society quick to judge, branding a woman's success as tied to whoring about and veiling it under a less prosperous business, Yasmin refuse to be defined by prejudice. When fate presents her the chance to become an event planner, Yasmin seizes it like a lifeline, disregarding her humble beginnings and embracing the opportunity with vigor. As the youngest and least affluent among her peers, she pours her heart and soul into mastering the craft, unwilling to squander this chance. Amidst the whirlwind of her burgeoning career, fate orchestrates a pivotal encounter during her first wedding event-a meeting with Abdullah, a groomsman. A man she knew she wanted, she fell for at first sight. The memory of their first interaction is a blend of blushing embarrassment and unforgettable mortification, etching itself indelibly in Yasmin's psyche. Most wouldn't look his way ever again and would hope to never meet in this lifetime, but not Yasmin. Despite discovering Abdullah's impending marriage, she stakes her claim, unyielding in a society where a man can have four wives, determined to find her place in his life.

She was never meant to be his. He never wanted to feel anything. Sarah's world crumbles the moment she's sold off like property - forced into marriage with a man as distant as he is dangerous: Khalifa Modibbo, known for his silence, power, and the darkness behind his eyes. He doesn't smile. He doesn't touch her. He doesn't even pretend to care. But beneath his indifference lies a storm - quiet, controlled, and waiting to break. Their marriage begins in silence, with sharp edges and cold walls. No tenderness. No trust. Just two strangers bound by resentment and pride. But love doesn't always arrive with warmth. Sometimes it creeps in through stolen glances, bitter arguments, and the ache of two broken souls trying not to fall. As old wounds resurface and new trials threaten to tear them apart, Sarah and Khalifa must face the truth: They may have been forced together by fate - but what grows between them could either ruin them... or save them. Because the strongest loves aren't always gentle. Some are woven from pride, pain, and every thread they swore they'd never offer anyone.