STARTED 29 MARCH 2022 FINISHED 19 JULY 2022 Patsy as the tittle state "the victim" is a story of pain, so if you are going to read this get your tissue next to you, Searching for a story that will make you accept your fate and teach you to never give up then click on this because patsy is for all of us that are been taken advantage of, being cheated and blamed for something that isn't our fault. Don't just scroll by click and add patsy to your reading list.

When a lover boy and a lover girl fall, they don't just love, they set a new standard for it Sultana and Amir's whirlwind romance sparks the moment they meet, their undeniable chemistry pulling them together in ways neither can resist. They willingly surrender to the affairs of the heart, embracing a love that feels both inevitable and all-consuming. We always hear, if he wants to, he would; if she wants to, she would. But what if they both want to and they do? What happens then?

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Abdulhameed: She's my dream girl. Fatima: He's always been my crush, every girl has a crush on him. Abdulhameed: I love her. Fatima: I love him. Abdulhameed: I'm doing it for my father. Fatima: I'm literally forced. Abdulhameed: But she still loves her ex. Fatima: But he still loves his ex wife. Abdulhameed: And its just two years marriage. Fatima: And its just two years marriage.

"Wallahi, I've fallen in love with you," he whispered, his eyes cast downward, his voice laced with vulnerability. "I've always had eyes for you." I stood there, frozen, my nerves unraveling like a thread. My hands grew clammy, and my heart raced with excitement. This was the moment I had dreamed of, the moment my crush would confess his feelings. But my joy was short-lived, shattered by the harsh reality of our differences. I came from a middle-class home, a different tribe, and I knew Adnan's mother, Hajiya, would never approve of me. The thought sent a chill down my spine. And then, there was Laila, my best friend, who had been pining for Adnan for years. Hajiya had always hoped they would end up together, and I knew I was no match for their desired union. I looked up, and Adnan's distressed expression mirrored my own turmoil. His eyes pleaded for a response, but I couldn't find the words to ease his anxiety.

Cynthia is a hustler. Her friends invited her for a party and she met a hausa sugar daddy.. her experience was a very funny one..Read to know

A hidden princess returns to the castle to take back the throne from her usurpers. The only problem? Her growing feelings towards her charming enemy, the king. Season 1 of Thread of Gold ***** Annalise Cidarius wants to take back the throne. It belongs to her: she comes from a long line of magical Nightweavers who ruled Winterlynn up until the day that her family was brutally murdered. A rebellion led by another magical group, the Dayweavers, usurped the throne and forced Anna to go into hiding...until now. Anna wants the throne back and has a plan to take it. Everything she needs is hidden inside the castle walls. But once inside, Anna realizes she has not accounted for her newfound feelings for the charming and handsome Dayweaver king, Ryne Delafort. Will Anna's greatest enemy also become her greatest love? Cover designed by Stefanie Saw

COMPLETED✔✔ When the pain become unbearable, we keep secrets. When we don't have a shoulder to cry on, we keep secrets. When the road seems too far for us to reach, we keep secrets. When we don't have someone that will always stay by our side, we keep secrets. When we don't have someone that will tell us everything will be okay, we keep secrets. But the secrets we keep hidden, make us strong, we learn how to move on in life, we learn how to never give up and we became what we want to become in life. In our mind we believe no one want to help us. No one want to understand our pain, even though we keep on telling ourselves that someone will show up for us but no one comes to heal our fragile and broken heart. Those pains are always there in our hearts, we learn how to keep secrets and hid them in our hearts. What will happen when she keep secrets away from the world. What will happen when the secrets remind her of the traumatic situation she went through. A girl that always put a smile to hide her pain. A girl who always uses that smile to hide her secrets. She yelled and screamed in pain. But no one came to rescue her from that situation she was in and she start keeping secrets. What will happen when she is tired of keeping those secrets. Who will help her. Who will understand her. Who will stand by her side. Who will support and encourage her when she wants to give up. Despite the facts that she is in pain, she believe women needs to be given opportunity to be something in life. Follow me let's embark on this journey of a girl name "AI'DAH." Who went through alot and give life a chance because oneday she believe that the fruitful of her labour will never go in vain. Not your everyday wattpad story. aeesha_ahmad❤.

A non practicing-muslim bad guy, An extroverted boss girl, stylistXfashion designer. Studying at New York University, Alia Hussein and Imran Roman face their fair share from the rage of unforgiving life, from fighting self destruction and addiction to hunting for faith and redemption, restoration of hope, self worth and purpose. Get yourself a glass of chill coke and box of tissues as their story unleash... Strictly not an Arewa story.

Poor Ruwaida Mahmoud had to get married to her friend's brother, Turaad, a rich sophisticated Doctor not knowing she had signed a contract to save her life! _______________________________ Her eyes tinged with tears the moment she raised her head to look at him. All the while he spent talking to her, she had her head down, staring endlessly at her hands. His words filled with a sincerity which he had shown broke her to pieces. The most she could do was smile at him. Even if she wanted to, her words wouldn't be able to make sense. She had so much to say, so much to let out, but then, her vocals refused to let her. He held both her hands and smiled back, his other hand on the small hospital bed she had laid. "You scared me Waida, I almost passed out seeing you being trolled back into the ICU you know," He said, and laughed, ducking his head low, as the way he had acted replayed in his memory. She also chortled silently, not minding the tears that refused to stop, moments like this, always left her emotional. "I did? But I'm fine now ain't I," she asked and he placed a hand on his forehead, his overdramatic wife mode had just been turned on. "Yes you're, but please don't ever do that again," he said with a stern face. "Promise me," With an absentminded look in her eyes, she nodded and gave a quick reply. "Yes Muhammad, I promise," Love_ Silentwriter ☕️