Summary NOORIN, an eloquent, charismatic lady who act polite and chivalrous. Her eyes sparkle like azure pools in the morning sunlight and her gaze could fill a man with euphoria. She has a sense of decency amalgamated with a unique fashion, she's the real definition of a damsel. AZAAN, who's born with Alexithymia. He generally lack emotions, which makes him unable to access his feelings, having difficulty with experiencing both positive and negative feelings. the world around him often seems superficial which he prefers to isolate himself rather than being with others. His life changes as he met Noorin... would they coincide or contradict? Stick with me as we embark on the journey of Noorin and Azaan. It would be a roller coaster ride with sequence of love, pain, heartbreaks, betrayal and lots more. 🦋Aminatuh ML.🦋 Book cover by; I, myself and me.

¡! Fatima Bashir is a Beautiful Independent lady. Hausa by tribe. She is from Kano state. She works at FBM company as the CEO. She is pretty, humble,nice,calm but she can be rude at times. She takes her religion serious,she doesn't take nonsense from people. Punctual to work. Muhammad Abdullah is a handsome billionaire. Hausa by tribe from Kano state too. He is rude,arrogant and has pride.He is a Muslim by name. He drinks and parties. What will happen when they were arranged in a marriage?Will they be able to make their marriage their Journey P.S This is my first book so bare with me I might not get it from the beginning but eventually it will be interesting.

"Say his name one more time and I swear I'll have him killed." Although scared to death Husna managed a scoff. "You are no killer Hydar." "Say his name again and I'll turn into one." He said his eyes daring her. Just when Husna thought losing her mother to the cold hands of death and her father missing is her life's biggest tragedy, Hydar comes barging into her life and turning it into one big supernova of tragedy... read to find out more.....

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?

"There's always light at the end of the tunnel, you just have to hold onto even the flimsiest rays of hope." _Aishatuh M Aisha Humaira, an ardent and sassy young lady aspires to become a journalist. She's a great humanitarian who believes that issues like a society's judgemental tendencies, religious conflicts and the likes of them shouldn't be a country's day to day routine, but issues that should only be read about in history books of past generations. However, growing up in the northern part of Nigeria seems much big of a challenge for her to be able to change the mentality some people posess, of journalism being an improper course of study to any girl brought up in a modest arewa home. With an unsupportive family and a judgemental society, can she achieve her ultimate goal agaisnt all odds by becoming a journalist? When her world comes crashing down in the process with a dream that seems too far from reach, will she relinquish or stand on her ground? Find out on this rollercoaster journey where life isn't just a bed full of roses but full of thorns as well, capable of pricking those determined to come out of it as winners. Tears of pain and joy will be shed, hearts will be broken, hopes will be shattered and lastly rays of hope will surely bring about light at the end of the tunnel. Copyright ©️ 2020 by Firdausi Aliyu Kakangi

She is indifferent,tolerable,scrupulous, phlegmatic and pathetic average girl with different imperfections................. She never aquainted beauty also undergoes a transition until she was a victim............. Despite her flaws she still don't wanna relinquish in her fantasy of finding an intimate to a perfect life with exclusion of love though............ HOW??? He was captured,It was almost love at first site In spite battling to differentiate between love and abracadabra or rather a rock and a hard place................. Claiming to be a psychopath and sociopath wasn't a trivial task for a medical doctor even though he was at the verge of unveiling his mask but he just had to stay intact.............. WHY??? Trail me in the journey of this brainstorming novel to discriminate between HOW and WHY........ It is also ultimately "A GAME OF LOVE"...... I promise you won't regret reading so kindly add it to your library lovelies😍💝

Within her was the rising wave of memories, bowling over in violent tides, trying to crash through the barrier she had built over the years. She could feel the force that shook the restraints, leaving her almost breathless. She won't let it happen. The bang intensified, shaking and nearly spilling. She held back, pushed back, her fist tightening. What roared inside her was the need to breakdown and the need to remember a dark past.

The sound of the shattering glass sent a chill down my spine, forcing me to withdraw deeper into the corner where I was tucked in. "Mansur, please stop. At least for Aaliyah's sake." I begged, the tears streaming down my cheeks. He swung around to face me, his eyes blazing with rage. "To hell with you and that bloody girl." he yelled. Do you hear me, Salma? To HELL with you and her. This is my house, and I can do whatever I want." he yelled, throwing the bottle at my dressing mirror. The glass shattered all over the room, the larger pieces landing on some of the bottles on the drawer beside the dressing mirror in which I kept my incense sticks. This caused them to shatter as well, the glass falling everywhere across the room. I could hear Aaliyah crying in the next room, but I could not go to her as Mansur was blocking the door. "You will learn your place today." he yelled, unbuckling his belt. I shut my eyes as the tears continued to flow, knowing all too well what came next. The first strike was always the one that hurt most.

"There are a lot of things you don't know about me." She raised her eyebrows. "I love fish, I catch cold very easily, I dislike pets and I like you." She stopped eating and looked at him wide-eyed. "What?" She started coughing. "Sorry." He passed her a tumbler of water and she gulped it down swiftly, her hands shaking as she dropped the cup on the table and looked up at him completely out of words. He smiled and sat back on his chair. "Yes Maryam, I have loved you for a long time, but I didn't realize it until now, and holding it is not something I can do anymore." "I...I...ya Muhammad..." she started but he cut her off, "you don't have to answer right now, just think about it. I don't want to force anything on you, I'll accept whatever decision you make." He smiled and went back to eating. She sat there awkwardly and couldn't even eat. She couldn't believe what he had just told her. She is Maryam Abubakar He is Muhammad Abduljabbar And this is their story😉❤️