Labari mai taɓa zuciya, cakwakiya, darajar ɗiya mace, cin amanar ƙasa, kishi, makirci, soyayya.

With time and patience, the leaf of the mulberry becomes satin. Zainab Galadima ran to her mother and gave her a prompt hug. She had received an email telling her she had been admitted into the university... How does it feel to finally gain admission into the university? A limitless happiness, huh? Even though her father was nowhere to be found, she had been living happily with her mother and a man named Sir Abrar - a father figure to her and a friend to her mother. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Standing arms akimbo was Fadilah Galadima, the daughter of an influential Army General. Love, they say is unpredictable, she had been trying her best to mend her relationship with Ayman Zaid. He had ended their relationship long ago but she refused to let him be. "I gave you my body, Ayman. Why then are you doing this to me?" She said standing by his way. "You gave me your body and I didn't do it, so?" He said as he rose one of his thick brows. "Yes, you didn't do it but at least that tells how much I love you, right? Not all girls would do that!" She said thinking her words would have influence on him. "Get out of my way!" He said as he shoved her aside and walked away. He wasn't in the mood to listen to her nonsense. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• This is a - May to October, 2018 - facebook love story by me. I decided to bring it up here to Wattpad two months after completion. I just hope and pray you show me love just like my fans on facebook did. Thank you in advance. Wattys2019 eligible.

Picture yourself in a very big Mansion belonging to a high ranking police officer, Ramadan Lawan. This story is sequel to "BALQIS: The Unfortunate Event", and Umaimah is the sole narrator... "My whole childhood was a lie, he wasn't actually my father. I was fooled, I was betrayed, I was forced to believe what wasn't real. All my years in his house, I was in cage. False surname, false life!" "My name is Umaimah, but just call me Maimah. I'm the daughter of BALQIS, and this is my story..."

Maybe she was right about saving her husband's life, but by offering her body to the robbers that broke into their house? Read more to learn more about Balqis and the unfortunate event that ended her infant marriage. I would be glad if you add this book to your library and also recommend it to others. Thank you in advance. (Book Completed - 2018 to 2019)

Maybe she's meant for Bilal, or maybe Fawad. But all she knows is she has feelings for Bilal that she can't explain. Read the story of Aliya Bello, a very beautiful girl with men trailing her. Until now, she doesn't believe in true love. Add this book to your library to read more about her life and how she ends up being with someone she least expect. ************ This is not a true life story, it is purely a product of my own imagination hence any resemblance to an actual event is a mere coincidence. Also there are lots of questionable behaviors in this book, with some of the characters acting beyond natural. Ignore all flaws and focus on the lessons only. Dedicated to all my fans💖

Same religion, different ethnicity! This story practically revolves around the relationship between two culturally different persons, and the challenges they faced in getting the approval of their parents in their inter-tribal marriage. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Manal Usman is 21 years old and has just finished her NYSC program. She's the daughter of Usman Maidoki, the district head of Unguwan Doki. Her father is widely known for his tribalism and prejudice, thus no one in their family is allowed to marry someone outside their ethnicity, Hausa. Idris Abdulmalik is a 28-year-old Pharmacist working with one of the public hospitals in Kano. His mother is Igala from Kogi State and his father is Nupe from Niger State. They have been living in Kano for nearly two decades now... •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• This is outrightly not a true life story but a product of my own imagination. Hence, any resemblance to an actual event is a mere coincidence. However, you should know that the locales are a combination of reality and whims. Read more by adding this book to your library. Thank you. Dedicated to Haulat S. Adamu (Rest In Peace)

Despised by her father for not being a male child, Fatimah Bulama hopes to attain her father's love and to prove how able she is to render the same service a male child can. She's the one and only child of Alhaji Aliyu Bulama, the founder of Bulama Cooperation. Yusuf Dolari, the second child of Alhaji Abba Dolari is despise by his own father for being a drug addict and a womanizer thus losing his position in the family company to his complicated elder sister, Jasraa. ******************** THIS BOOK IS NOT EDITED, YOU MAY FIND MISTAKES AND GRAMMATICAL ERROR IN SOME CHAPTERS. ******************** Dedicated to Maeesha Yahaya (Rest In Peace) Book Completed (January 01 to June 17, 2020)

Turƙashi, wannanfa shine cakwakiyoyi ba cakwakiya ba, bamma san yanda zan musalta muku kitimurmurar dake cikin book ɗinnan ba sam, dan wani irin ruɗaɗɗen labarine mai cike da abubuwan mamaki da tarin al'ajabi harma da ban haushi, labarin ya taɓo wasu a cikin matsalolin zuminci, gidajen aurenmu, Tsaro, rikita-rikita, harma da ruguntsumi. Kai lamarinfa ba'a cewa komai, mai karatune kawai zai banbance tsakanin aya da tsakkuwar zancena bayan mun tsunduma cikin labarin tsundum

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)

{ Highest Ranking 👉🏻 #1 in Spiritual/ Islamic love story } I felt hurt seeing him in pain, pain, which wasn't so obvious to him. // .... Emotions overwhelming my unfaithful heart, I told him, "Assalam Alaikum, Ammar... your hand..." And they came covering us, maybe he didn't hear me. We walked towards the car, my attention on his bruised hand. Before we entered I took the first aid box. He stood there, tall, eyes ~ deep enough to drown me. He made my heart mad and it shivered as I neared him. I saw him grin and he let out a chuckle, and I asked him, terrified but fearless, "Why are you laughing ?" He turned to give me a closer look, his cold eyes examining every detail of mine and finally he spoke in his heavy Emirati accent that blew my senses, with a smirk alongside. What attitude !!! "Am I the doctor or you ? -I gave him a sideways death glare- And I told him, "I'm your wife," He raised his eyebrow side ways and I raised mine sideways too. And he talked again, burning what remained of me, my ears curious to listen to him. He told me to get in the car bluntly. I denied !! This time I wasn't going to listen to him. And he stared at me - his eyes speaking a lot yet they were so quiet. I saw him take a sigh of defeat! He moved up to me, close... closer.... bridging the gap that let air pass between us. And my fragrance blended in his enchanting one. *Takes a deep breath*