She could feel the pain slowly overcoming her soul. The agony, the grief, taking over all that she once thought was alive in her. She felt so empty that she was sure her whole body will echo if someone was to shake her. But she stood, rigid as though a hundred years old tree, clinging onto the only thing that made her alive; her eyeglasses. Through those glasses, she had seen things she had wished she could erase. She had hated the things she once loved, places she once cherished and the man she grew up to love. It didn't matter who he was to her, his role in her life or even the title he possessed. She was going to take revenge, she was going to make him regret, she was going to make her father cry right before her eyes! But what if he chose to add more pain to her aching wounds? The day he declared her married to a gateman, the strings left attaching her with him were forcefully cut off. And she was certain even if it would take her till eternity, so long as she stayed married to the gateman, her father would never know what happiness felt like!

Have you ever loved something to the extent that you could lie blatantly about it? In Jalilah's case, she had. She had loved ballet since she was a little girl, but being born from a northern Nigerian family, she had never got to be the ballerina she had always dreamed of. Did she let go of that dream? No, because she would lie for the sake of ballet, she would lie about being married so her mother could let her leave! Yazeed had never been choked up in a mess like this, but he had no choice but to stay mute and watch the drama unfold before his eyes. How would you feel to have a girl lie to her mother about you being her husband right before your eyes? They left, and she got what she had always been dreaming of. She knew she would love him someday, but she had never seen that day to be this close. What would she do? After knowing that their days together were numbered, she had to find another lie to tell her mother for them to find their separate ways. It got to the point that she couldn't pretend anymore, and she asked him the question. "Can I be your Mrs?" Yazeed had heard that question more than he cared to count, but she had never gotten an answer from him. Would he say yes and make her his lawful Mrs without her past life poking up? Or he would say no and live with the regret of not having her in his life? Which would be a topping to his already grieving soul.

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Zara-zaran yatsun hannunta wanda suke sanye da zobina masu matukar kyan gaske da d'aukar hankali ,idona ya soma hangowa sanadiyyar motsa hannun da take tana juya stearing tana ɗan kad'asu lokaci-lokaci saboda wak'ar dake tashi a cikin Motar, tare da fitar sautin siriryar muryarta me dadin saurara. 'I don't care who you are, where you from what you did as long as you love me'. sautin dake tashi kenan a cikin motar na Back Street Boys wanda take marming kamar ita tayi shi. yayinda a hankali take motsa lips dinta kamar batason motsasu, gefe guda kuma zuciyarta ke bugawa da matsanancin karfin gaske wanda ta rasa dalili faruwar haka tun safe ta tsinci kanta cikin tsanani faduwar gaba ..

_Labarine kan wani matashin dan jarida da Allah yaba baiwa ta kudi da kuma masoya sai dai kash baya daraja mata da manya baisan kalmar girmamawa ba...kwatsam wata yarinya wacce bataikai kowacce daraja ba ta juyamasa Rayuwa.

Ducking away, she ran out of Hajia's living room with a loving smile on her lips. She banged her head on a broad chest that gave her a souvenir of a scent, just as juicy as her husband's. She knew he was the one, her Twin kept to his words. Not looking up to his face, she wrapped her hands around his waist and nuzzled her face deep into his chest, chuckling. "I missed you so much, Hassan. I was just moving in that kitchen fah, but your thoughts were a second away from making me crazy!" She lifted up her legs and planted a smooch on his left cheek. Roughly, she was peeled off his chest and a certain longing of his warmth seeped within her. That was bad. What happened to him? He left looking all loving, had she done something wrong? She looked into his eye level, lifting her face completely because of their height different. This is her husband, but why the hard face and the frown? Is this a frank? He didn't missed her? Or was he pulling her legs? Nadia's thoughts were put into a halt when he opened his mouth, he sounded exactly as her husband would, just the words differed. "I'm Hussain!" It was her husband's twin! Not even a single mark was there on their faces to help her differ between the cheerful Hassan and a grumpy Hussain. She felt her limbs gone weak as he walked past her. • What would happen when Nadia keeps mistaking her husband for her Husband's twin? I'm loving this much! I'm sure you would too!

love and Betreyal

She was afraid to get married again not because of anything but because of how her first marriage was. She's a princess yet patient She can have the world at the tip of her finger but rather choose to be a good wife than a spoiled brat. She's love and cherish by all because of her inner beauty and facial beauty. ** He's the son of a millionaire He owns a personal company yet not rude He love both the poor and the rich. His only problem is that of his love life Find out more about these two different people from different world Started 1st of January 2020 Ends 16th of March 2020 {Word Count= 70,000 - 80,000}

At mid twenties, Salma moved with an aura of a dignified conduct and self integrity. She had built around herself beautiful walls where she was sorrounded by a great family, a job she loved, few amazing friends and a super cool boyfriend. Her life was good and she couldn't ask for more. Everything came crashing down when a phase in her past stormed back at her, breaking the walls and taking everything away from her, resulting behind a bed-stricken sick mother and an unforgiving disappointed father who shut the doors on her, and worse, she found herself married to the cause of her misery, a man she barely knew, and hatred was one word to describe what she felt for him. Tareeq, an influential industrialist had always been a man of a few words, but somehow, he got a hideous word out which threatened to shatter a family. In a desperate need to right his wrong, he made a rash and irrational decision and now he was married to a girl with a questionable past. He didn't know if he would be able to accept her. She promised to make his life a living hell. Destiny had something else in store for them. Add this book to your library today and join in this roller coaster...

One blood, Labari ne akan wasu 'yan uwa na jini da kwata-kwata babu jituwa a tsakanin su.