"The heart has its reasons which reason knows not of." - Blaise Pascal

"It's hard to resist a bad boy who's a good man" Nothando Bhengu, a young Zulu independent woman born in Durban, falls in love with a Zulu man, not knowing that he is a hitman. Will she leave him or not?

If is there a proof that love's not only blind but deaf

A Twenty something Bafokeng princess meets Thirty something Zulu prince at the alter with nothing but, regret, agony and a need to escape, will their love conquer all or will they let hate and resentment prevail in their royal love game.

It's no secret that Gumedes have a bucket load of scandals, we know this by far but this doesn't mean that this time around things might be a little different, these are the Gumedes after all and you cant spell Gumede without their yellow boned princess and chaos in the center of It. He's a bad boy, a smooth talker and a well known Casanova with a track record for numerous panty dropping cases wherever he walks by. Every father hates him and every daughter would lay themselves out on a puddle for him. Rich, sharp, arrogant and God like looks and she despises this. No woman on this globe has been able to tame him thus far so what makes his family think that this marriage can tame him ? She's a simple girl with a distinct way around her sex life, fiercely smart and independent with a career tunnel vision. In order to come out top in her field she needs to kill every bit of femininity In her, this is a man's world after all. Both caring and soft but surprisingly vicous when push quickly turns into shove. Both with a lack of desire to commit are more alike than they realise. but will these similarities pull them closer to each other or cause an equally chaotic marriage. Will she tame him ? Will she submit to him ? Will he allow himself to surrender to one woman ? Will she allow him to dominate her ? Or... Will they let it all go down in a messy, royal , parade.

Will Mihlali and Bandile survive the hurdles coming their way? Just when you thought the drama was over, more challenges come Mihlali and Bandile's way. Biko has met a new love interest, will he and his plumpy weather this particular storm?

"What is it that you want in a relationship? And please, be as descriptive as you can be" He asks with a smooth barritone that rings bells of pleasure in my ears and other places I dare not to mention I ponder on the thought for a moment then I look at him "I want to be respected, I want stability and commitment, I want to be able to build a life with someone, to have them cherish, protect and love me. I want honesty and I want to get married and have a family." I stop and chuckle, feeling all kinds of silly, with the way he's looking at me. I can't tell if he's thinking that I'm too wishful given the era that we live in where people are quick to deceive each other and dive from one partner to the next. Commitment really does seem like a thing of the past. "I want a family, I want to settle down, get married, provide for and protect my wife as I should. I also expect respect, honesty, loyalty and transparency" he says and it almost sounds like we are negotiating terms of a deal "And love"I add "Love..." he says slowly like it's his first time hearing of the word, it almost sounds foreign coming from him "Yes, I want to be loved" "What is love, exactly?"

Seventeen-year old first year college student Josie Clarke would prefer not to blush the colour crimson at every little thing, but Idiopathic Craniofacial Erythema, a chronic facial condition doesn't play fair. In fact, it's as uncontrollable as the cruel taunts assigned by mean girl Maddie Parish since primary school and hard to ignore. And after a catastrophically mortifying Media Studies presentation in front of the whole class, Josie starts to believe she'll never feel normal. However, music obsessed student Max Montgomery isn't about to let her give up so easily. He claims to know how it feels to be held to ransom by red cheeks and soon, they must both band together to compete in the end of term charity talent show. With high hopes of proving their lifelong detractors wrong, all bets are on, but at what cost? * * * * * * * * * * * * * Copyright (c) 2019 J. E. Warren Cover Design - Miss Warren Writes

Do you usually pay for random people's groceries ?" i ask him He squints his eyes before he speaks. "Random people would say thank you" "Thank you" I say as I realise that I should have started by thanking him first. He then flashes a lopsided smile with perfectly aligned teeth. "Your welcome" he says as he curtly nods at me. "But I have to ask, is that a thing you usually do?" "No and I didn't do it for you, I did it for me." he plainly says. I don't known what to say, because just like his daughter he's straight foward and I didn't expect anything less honestly.

Find ecstasy in life ; the mere sense of living is joy enough. ~Emily Dickinson.