Disclaimer ***Before you start, this book is now just a preview, don't ask about the rest of the book. It will be available in prints in sha Allah. Not on wattpad*** Scrolling down her phone, Zeena was reading her message log, when suddenly she stopped at a particular one that sent her heart racing, sending shivers down her spine. She almost dropped the phone. Not that she'd not seen odd messages before but this one, in particular, brought her world crashing; because she'd never seen this message before, how would it be that she was the person that sent it? How could she not remember ever writing this message? The words, the contents all didn't make sense. Her head started spinning and she felt light headed, her knees became weak like melted rubber. Before she knew what was happening she felt herself collapsing...

SYNOPSIS They thought she will not last She melted his heart He sent her running They paid the price Before he was too rich, now he is royalty Before he had two wives, now there is a royal marriage Too many baggage, too little choice.... ..... When Amal got married, everyone thought she will be divorced the very next day. She has nothing. Not the looks nor prestige. Not even attitude! In a house with two other wives aside from her, even her age is against her. No experience nor wisdom. How can she fight for a place in such a state? To make it worse, Saif Garzali is the heir to the kingdom of Maicki! Amal needs to prove that even though prestige and looks goes a long way in a marriage, even a royal marriage, they don't necessarily give it life. Because when the war of marriage starts, the only trump card is what lies within. ????? This story will delve into some minds of African women and how jealousy drives our women until they crossed a line they might never ever think themselves capable of crossing. It has a fantasy feel though and I hope I will end it as my very own African Cinderella-eish story! Note: All pics were found in Google. Thanks to kannywood celebs!

All my life, I've been stuck in the Military, serving in the army and making sure justice is served. I've met many men there, but never in my life did I imagine I would meet someone as rude and arrogant as prince Haidar Jega! A man who I was given to by the army to be his bodyguard. Indeed, being his bodyguard came with qualms and heartache. I never expected myself, a dangerous female bodyguard to fall in love with a man like Haidar Jega. But, is the love worth chasing? Is it worth bringing back the treacherous happenings of my past?

Abyss Of Ameerah as the name infers. It's a story about a 16 year old girl who lost her father in a malignant car accident on his way to the bank to withdraw money to pay for her school fee. the day she lost her father, is the beginning of her enigma tho not the end of her happiness because her elder brother is always there for her. but her brother's death will create a drastic change in her life. her stepmom and stepsister impeached her for her father and brother's death. calling her all sorts of names. Ameerah was left devastated and broken after being thrown out of her father's house in the middle of the night by her stepmom because of her gaffe believe that she is the cause of the catastrophic things happening to them.

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.

One Number Dialed wrong. Could it have been a coincidence? Nah, i would preferably stick to fate. Amirah Adamu Bawa, the well known daughter of His excellency Alhaji Adamu Bawa, the well respected Governor of Bauchi State and Hajiya Nafisah Hamza, a daughter to the Emir of Katagum, Bauchi state finds herself interacting with a stranger over the phone. One thing leads to another and a scandal gets formed. 0o0 "You don't know. You can't predict the future" "Let's not beat around the bush and deceive ourselves but I don't see you in my future" I laughed incredulously, tears were threatening to escape now, making my eyes sting but I was never a weakling and I won't start being one over his hurtful words. Not now, not ever. "You better start seeing me in it because there's no where I'm going. We'll live together, share a room, share a bathroom, inhale in each other's scents, share our stories, you'll be someone's Father and I, Amirah Bawa will be their mother. I'll be in every sentence, in every line of your life's story one way or the other" "You're dreaming" He spat "hopelessly" he added with a mock smile. "No" I shook my head again "You're the one who's dreaming because look around you, we just finished taking the pictures that will inform the world of our impending nuptials" "Impending doom more like" He cut through my words with a sarcastic remark. "I learn to embrace what life throws at me" I taunted. His eyes clasped tightly with mine, he was so mad that his fury reflected in his gaze. They were so dark I thought I was going to pee on my self. "You can't embrace the misery I'll bring with me" With each step Kamal took I felt myself pressing, sinking further into the door. 0o0

Maryam never had a say. Although her situation wasn't her fault, people never fail to rub it in her face. If she was a child out of wedlock, she wouldn't have been sad. Atleast she'd be paying for her parent's sin. If she was an Almajira, she'd still lift her head up high and accept what ever the world threw at her, atleast she would still be paying for her parent's sin for throwing her out into the streets. If she was a prostitute, Heck! she'd stand proud and tall, atleast it was her decision to sell her body to men. But, she was neither one of this things. She had lost her father, a day before she was born. Her mother got married to someone else a week later! That marriage came with a whole lot of burden. A burden she was subjected to by her gullible mother. A burden she had no choice but to embrace.

This is a story of naive family who follows the culture and traditions of one person which is the leader and sticks grandma hauwa... And the round fall on her 40 years grandson who live in us/uk with no family. He is an Asthmatic patient He is quite and talk only one. Everyone respect him. The last time she saw him was not in her memory to remember because of her age She doesn't know him in person but heard his name She's chubby and simple with too much childish behavior. ...... ✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅ Complete 💯

"i will give you my kidney and i want luxury life in return" Everyone stared at me jaw dropped, puzzled, I'm just a passerby how can I just stick my nose into something that's none of my business? Did i think their son's life is a joke? I can tell by their looks that they didn't get my point so i added firmly. "I'm ready to be the donor if that's possible, but instead of just paying me cash i want you to take me to your mansion and treat me as a family, i want you to get me admitted into the best university in town, i want to drive your fancy cars and attend your fancy parties if it's possible i repeat" "But the money we are willing to pay for the organ is not going to cover all this, luxury life cost quit a lot" a very tall dark complexioned handsome man answered from behind me. "Then i guess atleast 10 to 20 years will suffice" °°°°°°°° Meet Noor Hamdan. a 19 years old homeless orphan who lives by wandering about her aunts and uncles houses. she always dreamed of a life she couldn't afford, but after she finally got it by selling her organ. suddenly, her ex-boyfriend showed up from nowhere, reminding Noor of her painful past which she tried so hard to forget, and wanting to get back to her while she's trying hard to adjust to her creepy new family. However she already has feelings for one of her new brothers. What will happen if she tried creating a new life instead of rebuilding the old?... Banner coming soon: by Abbey_M_writess