Ku shiga ciki ku kashe kwarkwatar idanuwanku, asha karatu lafiya.

Silent. Cold. Chiselled perfection. That is Rikkard Ambrose, the most powerful business mogul in Great Britain. Free-spirited. Fiery. Definitely NOT attracted to the aforementioned business mogul. That is Lilly Linton, his personal secretary and secret weapon. The two have been playing a cat and mouse game for months. So far, Lilly has been able to fight down and deny her attraction to Mr Ambrose. But what happens when suddenly, the dark secrets of his past begin to surface and they are forced to go on a perilous journey into the South-American jungle? A journey they can only survive if they band together? Book 3 in the Watty-Award-winning "Storm and Silence" series.

In the desert, an instant turns life into death and hate into love. In the desert, everything is different. Boundaries break down, and you find yourself doing things that you would never, ever have imagined. Lilly Linton finds this out the hard way: in the shadow of the pyramids, she and her boss, cold, calculating Mr Ambrose, must face death and danger together. Is the desert's heat enough to melt the cold heart of Britain's richest financier? WINNER of the PEOPLE'S CHOICE AWARD in the Wattys 2016 Sequel to Robert Thier's #1 Hit 'Storm and Silence'

a hausa novel, so emotional,tragedy,love sacrifice, and patience

A love that was once a sensation, now a tragedy, and a heartbreak that is harder to overcome. He's sweet with a smile as gentle and delicate as a sunflower. Now an unrecognizable monster whose sweetness turns into toxicity, anger and violence. Meet Jamila Kabir in her journey to womanhood and channeling her inner power as a young northern Nigerian woman.

*sequel to What My Wife Doesn't Know* "What did I expect? There were other ways you could've broken up with me Elena. Like I don't know talking to me about it, marriage counseling. Hell you could've just divorced me and I would've been fine with that, but putting me in jail? I was fucking innocent and had no reason being in there. I don't care how in love you were with me, I didn't deserve that, no one deserves that." *cover by Freedomhasan and Mahaganey*

"Homage to thee, o great God, Lord of Maati. I have come unto thee o my lord, and I have brought myself hither that I may get thy answers. I know thee, I know thy name, I know the names of the forty - two God's who live with thee in this Hall of Maati, who live by keeping ward over sinners and who feed upon their blood on the day when the consciences of men are reckoned up in the presence of the God Un-Nefer..........". The disturbed king laid out his heart to the God's. In his desperation for an heir, the great king Tumbuktum explores drastic measures, likely filled with danger and regrets..... The power of sorcery and dark magic!. follow me and journey through the medieval ages as we explore the kind of games fate plays with us. BAHADUR. ....... A story of power, magic, sacrifice, cold war's, and most of all, FATE!

Tom and OC wake up after a drunken night in Las Vegas to find themselves married. The problem is the press already has the story, and an annulment might not be the best answer.

"Our next is a girl of eighteen summers. She has smooth, unblemished skin and has been schooled in the arts of love and seduction. But most of all, she is untouched." my auctioneer and captor said as he paraded me in front of the men. They eyed their fill of my body but they were forbidden to touch. "Bidding starts at two hundred pieces of silver." I was returned towards the stage as the men stated their prices. I was a rare commodity: a slave girl yet untouched, eighteen, fertile when the land has been struck with a plague that left women barren. The price for me reached eight hundred silver coins and many have already backed down. "Two hundred gold coins!" a man spoke up. It was he, the man who stared at me with passion and desire in his eyes moments ago. That was quite a sum for a slave! "Two hundred gold coins going once, twice... Sold to the King of Ivaris!" the auctioneer shouted. There it was. My fate was sealed. I am a love slave and it is just my luck that I am sold to the same cruel king that destroyed my kingdom. *A story of love, of gods and goddesses, of reincarnation and magic, intrigue and betrayal, of kings and war...*

"But I'm your-" "I'm your what?!" He cut her off. She flinched at the acidity in his voice. "My wife?" He scoffed inching in on her until he was arms length. His eyes bored into the depths of her soul. He slurred the words with venom dripping from his tone. "You're only a signed contract, nothing more!" * * * "What's that shit doing on your face? you better remove it! you can't be walking on the streets of Chicago wearing that, this isn't your filthy Pakistan!" he ruthlessly spoke with disgust. "You mean my veil?" She questioned with fear placing a hand on her Niqab. "If it isn't obvious" "Please, don't call it that, it's my veil, my identity" "I'm sorry what?" "I can't remove it Saahir, p-please don't make me do this, its a part of me" she begged on the verge of tears. "I said take it off!" He yelled in a deep menacing voice and pulled it off her face throwing it mercilessly on the floor. Fresh tears pooled from her eyes Frustration built through him. He grabbed her shoulder and forcefully dragged her pushing her onto the floor. The floor hit Meeza harder than she had expected. "Oww" she yowled as the pain shot through her shoulder. Highest rank #1 IN SPIRITUAL Always in the top 15 Alhamdulillah #notyouraverageclichèbook. First published on 4th February 2018