There's a name she's been avoiding her whole life. Not because she hates him - though she'd like you to think that. But because he has always had a way of making her feel like the ground beneath her feet was slightly less stable than it was before he walked into the room. She thought it was irritation. She was wrong. Now she's nineteen, engaged to a man she didn't choose, banned from her hostel, and about to spend every day in dangerous proximity to the one person her heart apparently didn't get the memo about. *She didn't know it was him.* *He always knew it was her.* --- The Only Choice - Book Two of The Choices Series 🌚

Copyright© 2019. All rights reserved. [#3 in Malik/Othman series] [can be read separately] Janaan Anwaar Othman, the cherished figure in the Othman family, is untouchable, and no one escapes unscathed in her presence. She's not one to confront outsiders, as her affections are reserved for her beloved older cousin-brother, Hamal Habib Malik, who doubles as her anchor during panic attacks and nightmares. To Janaan, no one compares to Hamal. Everything changes when she declares her love for Hamal at the tender age of fourteen, only to be met with a crushing rejection that prompts Hamal to leave the country. Janaan is left shattered. Four years later, they find themselves at the same school, unable to hold back their feelings, and confess their love once more. But when Hamal, once again, abandons her, Janaan's father arranges her marriage to another cousin, Aalam Muhsin Malik, sparking chaos in the Othman and Malik families. No plagiarizing of this book! Aishatu.

Copyright © 2026. All Rights Reserved. Fatima Zahra returns from Malaysia for a holiday, expecting to resume her life before school resumes. Instead,her parents thrust her into an arranged marriage and the groom isn't a complete stranger - Aadil Ribadu,who once married her deceased sister,Amna. Aadil has spent just five months in jail, definitely isn't thinking about marriage too. And his bride is none other than his brother's admirer. Neither of them wanted that. But in a house where secrets run deep, neither has a choice to surrender to fate. Now they are bound by vows, haunted by secrets and forced to learn if their hearts can entwine without breaking. By Barkindo Aisha Ibrahim.

He's AHMED YERIMA MADAKI She's JASRAH MUHAMMAD She's childish,He's mature She's playful,He's composed She's trouble,He's calm She's the problem,He's the solution She's loving,He's distant She's carefree,He's protective She's stubborn, He's patient She's spontaneous, He's calculated She's loud, He's reserved She's sunshine, He's midnight She's chaos, He's control She's emotional, He's unreadable She's fearless, He's cautious She's wild-hearted, He's disciplined She's curious, He's secretive She's soft, He's guarded She's impulsive, He's thoughtful She's dramatic, He's unbothered She's affectionate, He's restrained She's fire, He's ice She's laughter, He's silence She's unpredictable, He's steady She's restless, He's grounded She's the storm, He's the shelter She breaks every rule, He follows every duty She runs toward danger, He stands between her and it She turns his world upside down, He keeps hers from falling apart She was never meant for a prince, Yet somehow, she became his peace. ONE WORLD,TWO LIVES,DIFFERENT PEOPLE BUT YET BEST MATCH.

"Salim, you're scaring me," she said quietly. He shook his head quickly. "I'm not trying to scare you." "Then what are you doing?" His voice lowered. "We need to do this." Ikram stared at him. "Do what?" Salim swallowed. "We need to make sure they can't separate us." Her confusion deepened. "How?" He looked at her directly. "We need to sleep together." For a second... Ikram thought she misheard. Her face slowly changed. "What?" Salim stepped closer again. "If we do it... if you get pregnant..." Her eyes widened. "They won't have a choice," he continued quickly. "Our parents will be forced to let us marry." The silence that followed felt heavy. Ikram stared at him like she was looking at a stranger. "Salim..." she whispered slowly. "Tell me you're joking." He shook his head. "I'm serious." Her stomach twisted. "You're serious?" "Yes." Ikram took a step back. "No." Salim moved forward again. "Ikram, listen-" "No." Her voice came out stronger now. "Salim, that's insane." "It's not insane!" "Yes it is!" He grabbed her wrist suddenly. "We don't have time!" Ikram pulled her hand away immediately. "Don't touch me!" Salim's frustration grew. "You said you love me!" "I do!" "Then prove it!" Ikram stared at him in disbelief. "Prove it?"

Anwar was already moving toward her. "Anwar... don't," she whispered. His hand reached for her veil. She screamed, the sound tearing from her throat as panic took over. "Keep quiet!" he shouted, his voice thunderous, shaking the room. She fought back, pushing at his chest, struggling with everything she had. Fear made her hands shake, but she didn't stop resisting. Her breaths came fast and broken as she tried to escape his grip. his father's call came through and puts it on speaker. "What is happening there?" his father demanded. "Who is screaming like that?" Anwar didn't hesitate. "It's my wife-to-be." Nayara opened her mouth to speak, to scream for help-but Anwar's voice cut her off. "Stay quiet," he warned sharply. On the line, his father's voice exploded, ordering him to stop whatever he was doing. Anwar ignored him. Instead, he picked up his phone again and dialed another number. It rang twice. "Nayara?" her father's tense voice came through. "Where are you? Why aren't you home?" She tried to answer. "She's with me," Anwar said instead. There was a pause. "Who are you?" her father asked. "Her husband-to-be." "What nonsense is this?" her father snapped. Anwar's voice turned cold. "I don't have time. My father is on the line. I want to marry Nayara immediately." Both men started shouting at once through the speaker. Anwar leaned closer to Nayara, lowering his voice so only she could hear. "Tell him." She shook her head, tears filling her eyes. He raised his voice again. "I want her as my wife. Decide now." His father roared through the phone, furious, ordering him to step back. Anwar didn't move. "I'd rather touch her as my wife," he said calmly into the phone, "than do something I won't take responsibility for. If you refuse this marriage, don't expect me to change my mind." Nayara let out a broken scream. Her father's voice cracked as he demanded, "What do you want?" Anwar answered without hesitation. "Marry her to me. Now."

A prince who wants nothing. A girl who remembers nothing. When Athwa Al-Qays is taken, broken, and stripped of her past, she becomes nothing more than a gift in a royal palace. But Sahir Sultan is not a man who accepts gifts. Cold. Untouchable. Bound to a future he never chose. Until her. Her silence draws him in. Her beauty haunts him. Her presence threatens everything he stands for. He was meant to marry a princess. She was never meant to matter. But in a world of power, secrets, and betrayal... The girl with no memory might become the only thing he refuses to lose. She was given to him as a gift. He was never meant to keep her. Sahir Sultan, the perfect heir. Athwa Al-Qays, the girl with no past. One glance changed everything. And she became the reason he smiles. But there's a problem. A dangerous one. A past that refuses to stay buried. Because the moment she steps into sahir's heart he returns. Rakan Sultan. The ruthless, merciless prince. The man who owns the darkness. The same man she once ran from... The same man who almost made her his. ⸻ Now she's trapped between two brothers: One who protects her. One who wants to claim her. One who offers her peace. One who is her nightmare. And Athwa? She remembers nothing. But her heart... is starting to choose. ⸻ Because in a world of power, obsession, and secrets- She isn't just a gift. She is the war. 🔥

"This marriage is to fulfill my responsibility to my mother. Nothing more." Sofia didn't interrupt. She just watched him. "You will not lack anything," Malik continued, voice calm, controlled. "But I don't do emotional conversations. I prefer my space." A pause. Then, quieter "Do not expect love from me." When Sofia Bello returns to Nigeria to reconnect with her roots and take on a life-changing architecture contract, the last thing she expects is an arranged marriage to a man who has already decided she will never have his heart. Lieutenant Colonel Malik Danjuma is disciplined, distant, and completely closed off until the woman he married out of duty begins to slip past every rule he set. Because Sofia is not the kind of woman who stays at a distance. And Malik is not prepared for what happens when the one person he tries to keep out... becomes the only one he can't stay away from. A modern Arewa romance about duty, healing, family, and the kind of love that quietly breaks through even the strongest walls.

THIS BOOK IS NOW A PREVIEW Asma'u believes in marriage the way she believes in oxygen - necessary, non-negotiable, and somehow always just out of reach. She comes by it honestly. Growing up watching her parents love each other with the kind of ease that looks effortless and never is, she decided early that she wanted exactly that. The same warmth, the same certainty, the same soft place to land. What she got instead was a series of men that can only be described as practice for patience. After enough disasters to fill a journal - and she has, unfortunately, filled one - Asma'u is starting to wonder if the problem is her. Then Yahya comes back. She remembers him as the neighbor's son who was nineteen when she was twelve - patient, steady, the kind of person who made the world feel safe just by being in it. When he appears at her parents' door years later and asks for her hand the same evening, it feels like an answer to every Dua she's ever made. She says yes before she finishes thinking. This is a story of love, desperation, and the quiet cost of marrying a memory.

❝Read me your favorite pieces of poetry while I please you❞ I feel his hardness grow underneath me and watch as his chest begins to rise and fall. His lips part open with heavy breaths. I begin to unbutton his shirt slowly, kissing down his neck almost in the worse and possible - teasing way. The cross necklace lying there, his holiness slipping away inch by inch as I leave my sins along his untainted skin. "P-Please" The deep vibration I feel against my lips as they stay on his pulse. I smile and lift my head, with one slow grind of my hips. Alessio let's a hot moan fall from lips. His erection grows harder, as well as the pulse of my clit. My pussy directly above him. "Read to me Alessio" - Honey Rose is a eighteen year old nymphomaniac sin, her desire for sexual pleasure and the way words slipped off her tongue easily without regret, get her sent to Hartford Academy. Where studies and religion are the only things allowed to be spoken in the halls. In which a nymph corrupts the innocence of her Dean's Son. Cover by : RoseEmiliaSnape Highest Rankings - #1 in badgirlgoodboy. #1 in nymph. #1 in unholy. #1 in tension. #1 in naughty. #1 in boarding-school. #2 in forbidden. #2 in tutor. #5 in seduction. #6 in unholy. #7 in lust. #10 in innocent. #11 in temptation.