Hilwa Haroun, a spirited girl from a small town in Nigeria, relocates to the bustling city of Abuja, hoping for a fresh start and new opportunities. However, adapting to her new life proves to be a challenging journey filled with unexpected twists. As she navigates the fast-paced lifestyle and the complexities of a blended family with contrasting personalities, Hilwa struggles to find her place in a world that feels foreign. Just when she begins to settle in, a shocking revelation turns her life upside down, presenting her with a challenge she never anticipated. Faced with emotional turmoil, Hilwa must confront her fears. Will she be able to embrace the changes and accept this unexpected turn of events with an open heart, or will it push her further away from the life she longs to build? Join Hilwa on this exhilarating and poignant journey as she learns to balance love, family, and self-discovery in a city that promises both excitement and uncertainty. It's a bumpy, emotional and an exciting ride. BETWEEN TWO WORLDS. H I L W A. ~ H E L WA.

SNEAK PEAK. "Miss. Smith" his voice echoed, and the lobby was covered in pin drop silence. The intensity of the voice was enough to make anyone a feet closer to him deaf. "Are you deaf? Did you not hear me ask you to follow me that you would continue walking." "I do not condone disrespect Miss. Smith, especially from my employees." "Working at JMC isn't working in some doll-up fashion house, If you want to keep your job, you better learn to use your empty brain." My eyes where on the brink of tears when he finished. If he had done this to me in the privacy of his office, it wouldn't have hurt this much. But right now, we had an audience of almost 100 people. People were already looking at me with pity. As if that wasn't enough for his to walk away, he turned around and shouted, "Where is Mr. Holland?" I man in his 40's came running. "How many employees do you have on this floor?" "We have 78 employees sir" the said, his voice a bit shaky. "Good." He said. "During lunch, nobody is go to the cafeteria. Miss. Smith here is to bring food to every single soul on this floor. Anyone that takes pity on her and tries to help her, will be doing that at the expense of his or her job." "Am I understood?" His thunderous voice boomed again. "Yes sir!" People answered in unison. The then turned to me, giving me a murderous look. "You. Will. Use. The. Stairs." "Is that understood? Or do you want me to say it in a way your sawdust filled head would understand......" == Ocean Smith, raised like a princess, she's always got what she wanted. But tired of being raised like a kid, she decides it's time she becomes independent. What happens when she gets a job to work under Archer Miller, the arrogant, always angry and egoist CEO of JMC TECHNOLOGIES. Will she continue to have the will to be want to be independent. Find out as we dive into this story of past, future, love, heartbreak and everything in between. I hope you enjoy it. Thank you! With love, Kubbiey.

SEQUEL OF BEING THE SHEIKH'S SECOND BRIDE! She left to give them happiness They realized she was their happiness She got a reason to smile They had every reason to smile There paths are still meant to cross After all destiny has a unique way of portraying itself (BOOK THREE IN THE SHEIKH'S BRIDE SERIES)

Copyright© "Leave me alone!" I said pushing at his chest so he would let me go. Every step I took back he took another closer towards me. "I knew I could crack your code" he smirked so accomplished with himself. "What do you want from me?" I asked my eyes narrowed at him as anger flooded within me. "One simple thing, only you can give me. I want you Madina, I want you to be mine" he whispered in my ear which caused shivers to run down my spine. I squeezed my eyes shut, repeating his words in my mind. I opened my eyes staring into his stormy ones. I put on the sweetest smile ever and said; "You wish asshole" With that I turned around to walk away. He grabbed my upper arm and slammed me against his rock hard chest. Damn is he secretly a tree? I asked myself, but snapped quickly back to reality. "Don't leave me" Bryson said in a broken voice, which caused me to furrow my eyebrows at him. "Why do you care if I do?!" I yelled which made me flinch at my own voice. "Because everyone leaves. I won't allow you to leave me. Not now, not ever Beads" -------- Who's the Hijabi's Best Mistake? Keep reading to find out! Islamic love story, BUT I want all to read doesn't matter your religion. All are welcome my loves ❤ !!UPDATES EVERY SUNDAY, OR EARLIER. USUALLY ONCE, OR TWICE A WEEK I UPDATE!! #5 In Spiritual May 1st, 2018! #1 In Hijab October 31st 2018! #1 In Hijabi January 11th, 2019! Current cover made by: @AllahIsMyBff

Follow this rollercoaster of love, hate, sadness, happiness and lots more. She called. He answered. She fell. He pushed. She cried. He lost. She lost. He found. ~~~~~ 2018-2019 All rights reserved. Completed