Labari a kan wani mai kuɗi (Alh. Sa'eed) wanda Allah ya wadata shi da komai na jin dadin rayuwa, sai dai abu ɗaya ne ya gagareshi wanda a kan fafutukar neman abun idanunsa suka rufe ya aikata wani al'amari wanda shi ya zama silar ginuwar labarin. A ƙarshe ya samu biyan buƙatarsa sai dai kuma hakan ya zame masa wani babban ƙalubale a rayuwarsa. A gefe guda kuma labarin ya ƙunshi tsantsar soyayyar uwa da irin sadaukarwarta ga yayanta. Har ila yau labarin na kunshe da rikitacciyar rayuwa da kuma gagarin da ya mace ke fuskanta lokacin da ta rasa komai. Ku dai ku biyo ni sannu a hankali cikin labarin FATIMA ZAHRA SA'EED. Me yasa take kiran kanta da wannan sunan?

"Dad, what's going on out there?" I looked back at my father and could tell he was shaken up. "Your baby cousin." I gave a wonky look and he sighed. "Mufasa has a son." "Ooooh! Simba?" His head snapped up to me and I sat next to him. "How do you know his name?" "Uncle Mufasa told me about him!" "Of course it would be Mufasa. Making my daughter turn on me." "Daaad. I'm not gonna turn on you." Two scars sat over my left eye from trying to keep Simba safe. "Xena, it'll be okay. Don't get mad over it." "You did this to me! I was trying to keep you safe and look what it did! You were suppose to help me to!" "Scar, get your cub." I growled and turned my back on him. "Xena, what were you going to-" "You should be king! Not him! It's. Not. Fair. Simba is famous, everyone wants to be around him. But, me?" I said with a growl. "They want me gone. I don't have fame and glory. They won't hang around me." "You really are my cub. I have an...idea, to help you." "Xena, help me. Please. I'm begging you." I was sitting there. I had waited the the perfect moment, and made a stampede come. Mufasa was stuck down in it. And he's asking for my help. "Help." And the kind of help he got, he wasn't expecting. My talon dug into his paws, and I went close to his ear. "This the kind of help you want? Simba took the spotlight from Scar. So, Long. Live. The king." And with that, I let him go. His and Simbas screams made me smile. Me and Simab were fighting. "You kill Mufasa!" "You made me believe I killed my own father. Does this look familer? Dangling off the end, hoping someone could bring you up?" I growled and hauled myself up. "Admit what you did a year ago." I spoke in a whisper. "I killed Mufasa." "Louder so EVERYONE CAN HEAR-" "I KILLED MUFASA!" A lion and a lioness laid on the ground. Xena and Scar were dead. Or so they thought. Xena still lived. But what would Simba do, if her mate, two kids, and her attacked Pride Rock again? Would he kill them?

THIS BOOK IS NOW A PREVIEW It wasn't the color of his eyes, or how they were hooded and look almost half asleep, everything took on life as long as she stared into his eyes. It was what she saw in them, what he made her see, how he looked at her, there was not a single stare of his that hadn't plunged her more in love with him, with his eyes he made her feel loved, he reprimanded her with them and he made her toes curl under her feet. All the deep, dark twisted side of him became opened to her, through his eyes, at his expressive best, or when they shifted to conceal a pain that he was sure revealing that would cause her pain. His Hazels. *** If Being Bilaal's wife came with a price, it was a tag worth every cent, every pain and sacrifice she'd made all her life..

Fatima zara is a daughter of a rich man who lives her life the way she wants she meets someone that changes her life completely. Who is that person? Find out in living her life by yours truly ❤

wannan littafi zai koyar da yadda zamu sarrafa abincinmu cikin sauki batare da munkashe wasu iyayen kudi ba, za a shiryawa mai gida abincin fita kunya kala-kala.

Airah is spoiled, pampered, and living a life of luxury-but despite all that, she's a good girl at heart. After graduating from school, she's determined to give back to her parents, providing for them just as they did for her. Her dream? To work at the biggest and most prestigious company in Abuja: RK Group of Companies. But the path to her dream is complicated by Areef Ridwan Kasheem, the arrogant, cruel, and heartless heir to the company. He's everything Airah despises-ruthless, with little tolerance for incompetence or laziness. Areef believes there's no such thing as poverty; that you're only poor if you choose to be. When their worlds collide, will Airah's dreams come true, or will she be crushed under Areef's cold, unrelenting nature?

Disclaimer ***Before you start, this book is now just a preview, don't ask about the rest of the book. It will be available in prints in sha Allah. Not on wattpad*** Scrolling down her phone, Zeena was reading her message log, when suddenly she stopped at a particular one that sent her heart racing, sending shivers down her spine. She almost dropped the phone. Not that she'd not seen odd messages before but this one, in particular, brought her world crashing; because she'd never seen this message before, how would it be that she was the person that sent it? How could she not remember ever writing this message? The words, the contents all didn't make sense. Her head started spinning and she felt light headed, her knees became weak like melted rubber. Before she knew what was happening she felt herself collapsing...

Soyayya mai sarkakiya.

Twisted love story and family saga.

I don't trust of love.. Because all people just look what can they see.. Like what I do..- Park Jimin I trust of love.. Love isn't just their looking, but also their heart.. Even I don't love a guy, but love isn't just for your crush.. Love can be a friends..-Kim Jiyeon