JADWA

The link on my bio to grab the complete book! Sabira Idris Turaki never imagined that after everything she and her husband endured, the years of struggle, pride, misunderstandings, and silent sacrifices, she would lose him just when love finally began to feel steady. It was love. But it came too late. Umar Faruq Bello's death was ruled an unfortunate encounter. A sealed report. A carefully arranged narrative crafted by those who understand that power protects power. Grief has barely settled when two men enter her life. Abubakar Sadiq Bello is the twin who was sent away as a boy for refusing to bend to Dada's authority. The son who learned early that defiance comes with exile. The brother who built himself into something formidable, strategic, and untouchable. If Faruq was warmth, Sadiq is fire. If Faruq was softness, Sadiq is the rock. Sadiq wants revenge for the only brother who stood by him when no one else did. Then there is Zaid. A man who wants the prize he has yet to win. Faruq's death did not satisfy him. It was far from over. A marriage of convenience brings Sabira together with Sadiq. What begins as strategy slowly becomes something far more dangerous. Proximity awakens emotions neither of them expected. Their journey unfolds in stages. Attraction, attachment, trust, love, worship. A return to faith. A rediscovery of themselves. Sadiq is morally grey. Calculated. A man who understands power and is not afraid to use it. Revenge tempts him. Control comforts him. Softness does not come naturally. Sabira, no longer the woman she once was, refuses to be conquered. She demands respect, sincerity, and growth. Between vengeance and vulnerability, political silence and family loyalty, dominance and surrender, they begin to change. Together, they learn how to lead and raise their family with intention, care, and love.

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Guns, violence, and murder. This wasn't the life I chose. But fate had other plans. Once, I was a simple girl living a simple life. But that all changed one fateful day... The cartels, the bloodshed, the endless fear. It began when I met him - Jamal Abdullah. My world was turned upside down, and I was thrust into a realm of chaos and obsession. Love, loyalty, and survival. The lines blurred, and my life became a deadly game. Join me on this twisted journey, where loyalty will be tested, and love will be questioned."

In the city of Kaduna and Zaria, where tradition holds power and family names carry weight, Amina Usman Suleiman dreams of freedom. A final year sociology student at ABU Zaria and the beloved daughter of a prominent Northern family, Amina has always known her life is not entirely her own. But she's in love with Yasir Ibrahim, a rebellious guy with a sharp tongue, dangerous habits, and a heart that beats only for her. Their love is fire passionate, toxic, addictive From their school days at Essence International to stolen weekends and whispered promises, they've lived in a world where love dares to challenge legacy Until Amina's father arranges her marriage to Khalid Aminu Bello the cold, mysterious heir to a powerful business dynasty. Khalid isn't interested in love either. He has wounds of his own. But duty demands obedience, and families like theirs don't ask they decide. What begins as a polite arrangement slowly begins to shift. In shared silences, small kindnesses, and late night confessions, Amina and Khalid find themselves entangled in something unexpected. Now, caught between a love that refuses to die and a marriage she never asked for, Amina must choose: The boy who holds her heart. Or the man who might help her rewrite her story. Set against the rich cultural tapestry of Northern Nigeria, A Marriage of Names is a sweeping tale of love, duty, and the cost of choosing yourself in a world built on expectations.

A romantic Northern Nigerian story, story of laila's journey on a search of her prince charming. Is there a prince charming in the north of Nigeria? Will she find one? Let's find out. Join me in this beautiful rollercoaster ride, your time will be worth it. #2 🥇 in #shortwritings February 2022 #1 🥇 in #shortwritings 27th may 2022 #1 🥇 in #sunna 27th May 2022 #1 🥇 in #nigerian 09th October 2025

He cracks open a half-smile, grabs me by my hips and pulls me closer to him; almost instantly I melt in his strong arms as if I were perfect for his body, "I know you feel the sparks too sweetheart, so when you're done playing house with that boyfriend of yours, head over to my place and let me treat you the way you should be treated." Scarlet was hooked on this bad boy Marine Ryan, but what's going to happen with the baggage he brings? Especially when he unravels her every needs. ***EROTIC STORY, CONTAINS MATURE EXPLICIT LANGUAGE AND SEXUAL CONTENT***

Newton's third law states that; Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. Once you've decided to act, you must also brace yourself for the consequences. So must Halima.

From loses to facing her worse fears, a self resenting imposter struggles through what she thought was her ultimate destruction. To make it out, every solution has dire consequences that might just break her. But Amani must choose her poison.

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN