She was a nobody. Born into poverty, raised in hardship, and forgotten by the world. Her mother died when she was just a child, leaving her in the cruel hands of a stepmother who saw her as nothing more than a burden. Beaten down, mistreated, and silenced by pain, she endured every cruelty with quiet strength. Calm. Religious. Kind. Even in her suffering, she refused to complain. She refused to break. She never cared that she was poor, because she had already accepted her fate. Or so she thought... Her father was nothing more than a drunkard, a man who drowned every ounce of responsibility at the bottom of a bottle. To him, she wasn't a daughter, she was nothing. No love, no protection, no care. All he ever wanted from her was money, and he didn't care how she got it, as long as she brought it home. Until one night, fate collided with her life in the most brutal way, an accident that should have ended everything, but instead began a story she never imagined. A marriage. To a stranger. He had never seen her face, hidden always behind the veil of her niqab. Every glance, every movement was a mystery. He was someone she had never seen before, someone who lived in a world far beyond her reach. Bound to him by law, trapped by circumstances, she suddenly found herself standing at the edge of a life she neither asked for nor desired. But when two broken souls are forced under the same roof, secrets unravel, hearts clash, and a dangerous question rises, Can love grow in a marriage built on nothing but fate's cruel accident? He was her mistake ......but maybe her destiny🤍

#1 Youth 13th October, 2019. #1 parenting 11th August, 2019. #1 attorney 30th Sept, 2020 #5 Youth 1st October, 2019. #3 youth 28th August, 2019. #15 English 30th August, 2019 Maryam was afraid of how he made her feel. The reality of her circumstances. She had never been this emotionally raw, weak as she was with Mubarak, she physically felt safe in his presence. She had never felt safe in the presence of a man like she did with him. That was not on her agenda. She wasn't supposed to be feeling all the things she felt now, but they were there. That was the last thing she wanted. She could sense his resistance, she had never seen a man so intent on not liking her as he. The rest just ignored her, him? He saw her but it felt as if he didn't want to. And here she was all intent on Becoming Mrs Bugaje. What would he say to Maryam? This would devastate her beyond all measures. His hands travelled to hold his nape, squeezing the thick muscle there, he had never felt so worthless all his life like he did now. A graceful light-eyed girl who brightened a crowd with her mere presence, a girl with the heart of gold, his young gazelle. He had her right where he wanted, loving him like no other, despite him being reckless, nonchalant, a liar by omission and a rogue she still loved him whole. Her love made him so full that despite giving her his all he was still left with excess from her. This was the woman he would inevitably lose because of his recklessness. She would face the pain. A pain of Becoming Mrs Bugaje. He had vowed to protect her from herself. Yet he had pushed her over. He had vowed to make her see what people had done to her, she taught him forgiveness. Under all that crazy bubbly mouthiness, was his angelic queen, compassionate, loving- a jewel. Yet he ruined her. Now her ruin was his ruin, he had carried his pain long, hard and deep in his heart. She was a pain he was willing to live through life with. Her voice what he lived for. Her smile his home.

Salma seemingly closed the chapter with Zayn once the court proceedings ended. However, fate had other plans. Or maybe it was prayers? Silent pleas whispered in the loneliness of the night by one heartbroken man. A storm of threats, bullets and a baseball bat, smashed whatever she knew of peace. A kidnapping attempt, or two . . . maybe it was three? Lies and Secrets. And many more murdering plots hit her like a tornado, forcing her back to square one with only one way out. Zayn. She could be with him till she was no longer held at a gunpoint, but was it fair that once she was free to breathe in peace, she would walk away and ruin his life? What would it cost to give him a chance? If she opens her heart to him, what would be lost? ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ You better not be secretly leading me to my death, Alex! Barely had the though completed in her mind that she felt the barrel of a gun press into the back of her head. She froze in fright, her nails digging into the palm of her hands inside the pocket of her coat. "Make a move bitch, and they won't even find a body to bury," he warned. The levelness of his voice scarier than his threat. Salma gulped, too petrified to even breath. "Hands where I can see them!" He nudged her with the gun. Salma unclenched her fists inside her coat. "Now!" She felt the gun poking her head sharply. Slowly, she brought her trembling hands out, and held them above her head. "Turn around," he ordered. Salma swallowed her fear again. Her mouth felt dry. She had a feeling she did not have long to live. If she were to make it out of here alive, Agent Alex would have taken him out already. A dry, ragged sob raked through her body when she realized this. She was just a bait. And baits don't survive. At what felt like a snail's pace, she turned around to face her death. Salma's eyes zeroed on the barrel of the gun pointed at her.

"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

The beginning of another life. suspicious, terrified, remorseful. DEENAH...! ®2015 NOT EDITED ⚠️

Addison is gay and has a massive crush on a cheerleader at her school. A cheerleader who is supposed to be 'straight'. But as the school year progressives so does Addison's confusion about Blair. Maybe Blair isn't as straight as she seems... ---- "So a little birdy told me that you might have a crush on me, Is that true?" She questioned. My cheeks went crimson as I looked at her inquisitively, she was so close I could kiss her in less than a second. I kept my composure though and replied timidly "N-no. Who said that?" She looked me up and down and I'm sure...well 99% positive that she stared at my lips the longest. "Well your eyes are telling me different," She responded voice low like a whisper. "What do you mean?" I asked slightly biting my lip from nerves. "Your pupils are dilated which is a sign of attraction to a person," She said licking her lips. "Oh and by the way you look cute when you bite your lip." --- Info about me: Hi, my names Emily. This is the first full story I wrote so I hope my writing has improved since then 😅. Anyway I hope you enjoy 🥰 ***This story should only be on Wattpad. Any copies of this story elsewhere are not with my consent*** ----- *Original story* #1 gxg 14/7/19, 27/7/19, 5/8/19, 7/8/19, 8/9/19 #1 Bisexual 17/7/19, 3/1/2020, 3/6/2020, 9/6/2020, 28/8/2020 #4 LGBT 21/7/19 #3 LGBT 15/9/19 #1 Gay 24/7/19, 21/7/19, 28/5/2020 #1 Lesbian 17/8/19, 14/8/19, 15/9/19, 23/9/19, 28/9/19, 7/11/19, 29/11/19, 2/2/2020 #1 LGBT 27/8/19 #1 YA 11/9/2020 #4 YA 27/9/19 #1 Highschool 15/10/19 #1 Teen 21/12/19 #1 Angst 5/1/2020 #1 Pansexual 11/1/2020 #1 lgbtlove 20/12/2020

Perpetual quitter Vera Kwan thinks she's got it made when her style blog catches the attention of narcissistic actor Carmen Juarez, but after egos ignite a gossip war, Vera has to learn to balance her flighty ambitions and her attraction to Carmen's prickly, gorgeous manager Sharise before her Hollywood dreams fall apart like a cheap polyester blouse. ***** It's not Vera Kwan's fault that she can't hold down a job. A fashion school dropout, she dreams of becoming a famous designer, but the life of a style influencer is more grind than glamour. She just needs one big break, one chance to prove her styles are red carpet worthy. When a snarky post about her celebrity crush Carmen Juarez catches the actor's attention, Vera wins her ticket to stardom. As Carmen's stylist, she sets out to prove that she's more than just pretty clothes and the right filters, and maybe even win the affections of Carmen's aloof manager, Sharise, who she quickly finds herself falling for. After a clever fashion stunt goes viral, Vera is suddenly the most sought-after stylist in Hollywood. She even gets a job offer from Carmen's rival. But her style success may not be getting her any closer to her designer dreams, and secrets are beginning to fray her sense of purpose. If Vera can't figure out what's important enough to see through to the end, even when it seems impossible, she risks losing both the professional relationship that made her and the romantic relationship that might be the one thing that matters to her as much as fashion. ***** Complete at 100k words. *featured on Wattpad's A Latte Love, #WrittenWithPride, From Our Stars, and In her words #IWD2020 reading lists* Cover by the incredible @AnnaofthePond

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#9 in romance on 05/09/2016 "Wai ina son ki fada min, me yake damun ki ne, da za ki haddasa irin wannan fitina, sannan ki zauna lafiya, kamar ba abinda ya faru?" Dubansa ta yi a sanyaye, sannan ta-ce. "Ina da dalilina." "Wane irin dalili ne, zai sa ki na ji, ki na gani auren iyayenki ya mutu? Idan banda irin gurguwar tunani irin naki? Ashe ki na da halin yin gyara a wannan al'amari, ba za ki yi ba?" Mikewa ya yi daga kan kujerar zai tafi, da sauri ta kamo bakin rigarsa, ya tsaya, ganin zai saurareta, ya sa ta sakar masa riga. "An fada maka ni ma ina jin dadin ganinsu da na ke yi a haka ne? Sam, ba son raina bane, amma na daure na kauda kaina, saboda mu kawar da gagarumar matsalar da ta fi wannan. Na san halin Momi, tana da fada, tana da rashin son gaskiya, amma kuma haka tana da saurin nadama, na san za ta nemi afuwa, kuma Abba zai saurareta. Sai dai wannan tafiyar, dole ka taimaka ka ba ni goyon baya, don mu shawo kan al'amarin nan tare." Kallonta ya yi, ita ma duk ta jikkata, ta jejjeme ta zama wata iri, tabbas yadda take ji haka yake ji, koma fiye, don bayan baya sonta, ya tsani uwarta, sannan yana mutuwar son Meena. "Ki yi hakuri, amma ba zan iya aurenki ba." Ranta ya baci kwarai, har ya juya zai fita ta-ce. "Saboda me ya sa ba za ka iya aure na ba? Saboda me ya sa ban kai matsayin na zamo matarka ba?" "Ki fada min, ta yaya zan iya zama dake, alhali ki na matsayin 'yar matar da na tashi da tsanarta a zuciyata?" "Wane irin dalili zai sa maka tsanar mahaifiyata, har da zai sa ni ba za ka iya aurena ba?" Shiru ta yi don ta ji dalilin wannan tsanar.