Noor Ma'aji never thought she'd see Yousuf Rafi again, let alone marry him. He was her first love, the man who broke her heart beyond repair. Eight years later, they've moved on, or at least tried to. She's making a name for herself as a reporter, and he's a powerful businessman with no time for the past. But when a family will forces them into a contract marriage, pretending to be a couple becomes part of the deal. They agree to play along, for now, and walk away when it's all over. Only it's not that simple. Not when old feelings begin to resurface. Not when the silence between them starts to speak louder than words. And not when heartbreak starts to look a lot like unfinished love. Because sometimes, love doesn't end. It waits.

A coincidental car accident brought two souls meant for each other together at the time they never expected. Zayba Isah Bature, a sister to Hibba Isah Bature married the love of her life, Fuad Ali Abdurrahman the best human earth have ever accommodated, was she too stupid to let another woman of blood relations share the same roof with her husband? Or did the devil write that particular chapter In her life? Or was it a twist of fate? Well heaven broke loose when she found Her crowned best husband in the world on their matrimonial bed with another woman. All Cinderella stories ended happily ever after, well let's just say Zaybah's only got worse. #1 🥇 in #naija 12th may 2022 #5 🥇 in #naijastories 18th May 2022 #2 🥇 in #hausa 22nd May 2022 #14 🥇 in #fears 12th June 2022 #2 🥇 in #nigerianstories 11th September 2022 #7🥇 in #fears 20th November 2023 #9 🥇 in #hausastories 26th February 2023

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. . . . . . . . . . . We've all heard the tales of good and bad, the tales of innocent deceit and her hero, the tales that despite their nature, show us the beauty in contrast. But it's the tales of pure evil that get swept under the rug. The tales of deception, where cruelty is rewarded. The tales that have you questioning who the real villain of the story is. There's a simple philosophy to most thing in life; two wrongs 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 make a right. So what ensues when you put two of the worst kinds of people together? Loyalties transfer, lines blur, and hatred ignites complete chaos. She's cunning. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. She's dangerous. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. She's evil. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦. Or so that's what we're told. The devil is always worse. But maybe, just maybe, she's the devil in disguise, playing his advocate... . . . . . . . . . . - 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 - 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. -

Once inseparable, Abdullah, the Crown Prince of Daura, and Kulthum Muhammad, a brilliant cardiothoracic surgeon, had their love torn apart by a devastating lie. Fueled by fabricated evidence, Abdullah's trust was shattered, driving him to make a decision that exiled his wife and unborn children from his life. Six years later, fate intervenes when their son, Hudayfah, is hospitalized, and a twist of events leads Abdullah to discover the truth: the twins he doubted are undeniably his. Overwhelmed by guilt and love, Abdullah returns, determined to mend the fractured family he abandoned. But the road to reconciliation is not easy. While Jenna embraces her father with open arms, Hudayfah remains guarded, refusing to accept Abdullah fully into his heart. And Kulthum, hardened by years of pain and survival, struggles to forgive the man who once cast her aside. As past wounds resurface and truths are laid bare, Abdullah and Kulthum must confront the ghosts of their separation and the love that still lingers between them. Will they find a way to heal as a family, or will the scars of betrayal prove too deep to overcome?

Kamilla runs down the stairs, her fingers clutching her dress to prevent it from trailing behind her. she's about to walk down completely when his voice stops her. "Princess" He calls out in a raspy voice and she freezes. Kamilla doesn't turn to stare at him or acknowledge him and that only seems to irk him more. 'Princess' Calls me that like he cares. 'Good, it should' she says internally. "Go and change" He instructs and instantly her pulse beats at his words and she finds herself exhaling slowly before turning to face him. "who are you to tell me what to do" She spits eyes glaring in his direction but she doesn't maintain eye contact. Sadiq's eyes narrow and he walks closer, his steps predatory. "Your husband" He states matter of factly and she scoffs. "Husband?.." Kamilla pauses for dramatic effect. "Husband to who exactly, is It to the woman you left alone in a rediculously big house or the wife you haven't so much as touched since you got married?" By the end of her sentence, she has her arms folded across her chest as she glares at the rediculously handsome figure in front of her. he might be known as the 'Amir' outside and a crown prince but in here she's his queen. "You want me to touch you princess" His voice is low and sultry as he licks his bottom lip while his gaze remains fixated on her. kamilla's breath gets caught in her throat and heat instantly raises up her cheeks. defiant she raises her chin. "I..We weren't talking about that" She stutters trying to brush it off. Amir Sadiq's face suddenly turns serious as he stands straighter. "Come here princess" He orders in a sharp voice. "Never knew my princess craved for my touch" He mutters low enough. _____ Kamilla Bello never thought that from juggling her daily life in a cafe she sets out in the outskirts of the city with her best friend shed suddenly be wedded off to a man. Not any man but him. Amir J.S.E.H. The man whose name is whispered and a man whose power suffocates,

The Meet-Cute (Digital Edition) It all started on Aisha's business page, 'The Abaya Vault.' Aisha had just dropped her "Eid Collection," and the comment section was moving at lightning speed. @Salma_Vibes: Aishalo! If I don't get this midnight blue velvet piece, consider our friendship over. 😭 Mashallah, the work is too neat! @Abubakar_01: It's actually navy, not midnight blue. @Salma_Vibes: @Abubakar_01 Oh, we have a color expert in the building? 🙄 Navy or midnight, it's still going to look better on me than in your gallery, Sir. @Abubakar_01: @Salma_Vibes Bold claim for someone just window shopping. The back-and-forth lasted for thirty minutes. Salma was witty, sharp, and didn't care that his profile picture was a blurred shot of a G-Wagon steering wheel. She thought he was just another "Abuja Big Boy" with too much data and too little to do. The "Joke" An hour later, Salma's DMs pinged. > Abubakar_01: Since you're the expert, screenshot the top five you think are actually worth the price. I want to see if your taste matches your mouth. > Salma laughed, adjusting her veil as she sat in her room in Yola. "This one thinks he's slick," she muttered. To play along with the "joke," she went back to Aisha's page and picked the most expensive, heavily hand-beaded pieces in the collection. > Salma_Vibes: [5 Images Attached] > Salma_Vibes: There. Don't faint when you see the total. I have expensive taste. 💅✨ > > Abubakar_01: Noted. > middle of the university walkway. Her heart did a weird flutter that had nothing to do with the Yola heat. She quickly opened Instagram and typed a message. > Salma_Vibes: You were serious? Abubakar, that was way too much. I was joking! > > Abubakar_01: I don't joke about investments. Consider it a thank you for the fashion advice. Now, are you going to send me a photo of the 'navy' one, or do I have to fly to Yola to see it myself?

NOW AVAILABLE IN PAPERBACK! This story follows the lives of two prestigious Northern families-one that earned its place, and one that can't afford to lose it. Salma Babajo-skillfully veiled, conflicted, and fiercely proud-has always idolized her father. But he lives by one rule: if you burn the midnight oil to secure something, you hold onto it by hook or by crook. Salma wears her last name like a badge, oblivious to the cracks beneath; until the secrets start to surface. Kabir Yabo is everything Salma is not-reserved, steady, and willing to bend to societal expectations. He tiptoes through life, careful not to step out of line. They have nothing in common... except for a fate neither of them sees coming. But what happens when the perfect son collides with the girl who plays by her own rules? And when what's expected threatens to overpower what's real? Will they fight to protect the illusion they were raised to uphold-or risk everything for a love that was never part of the plan?

Anger, pure anger and fear sipped through her veins threatening to burst out. She struggled vehemently to release her hand, but that only made him tighten his hand around her twisted arm. She cried out of pain but that only seemed to impress him. He smirked and said, "Mm, so fiesty?" He glared at her and pushed her against the wall. "You are evil Abdullah!" She almost shouted. Beads of sweat formed on her silk skin. Why was he making her life a living hell in her matrimonial home? She was supposed to live a happy life with her so-called husband, but instead, he is bullying her. "Just tell me, why?" She gazed at him confused wondering what he meant by that. "Why what?" She cried "Heh" he chuckled, "don't play dumb with me Kulthum. Just tell me why you chose him over me? What am I lacking? Huh? Tell me!" He shouted pushing her more against the wall. "Because you are evil! I never loved you in the first place, you are nothing worth loving" she spat as tears flowed down her beautiful face. As soon as he heard that, his face stoned up while his jaw clenched and his eyes became bloodshot. Such a sight she had never seen since she was married to him. "If I can hate you, why can't you, Abdullah?! I am so tired of this relationship, I can't do it anymore just let me go" With a dejected heart, he released her hand and whispered dangerously close to her ear, "If I can't have you, then no one will" He stumped off angrily while she slumped to the ground releasing a heavy sigh of defeat as tears rolled down her cheek. Since the day she got married to him, there had never been a day where she laughed for at least two minutes. All she knew at that very moment was that she was doomed! *completed but currently under editing*

Copyright© 2021. All rights reserved. The trees swayed ominously, their interwoven limbs resembling outstretched arms beneath the ethereal ghost moon. Growls emanated from the darkness, just as she had suspected. The fierce wind lashed at the hood of her raven hoodie, wrenching it from its ties, leaving her vulnerable to the freezing winter assault. Fear surged, each breath creating a visible fog. Her heart pounded in her chest, but she refused to give in. She had come too far to let fear overcome her. Summoning every ounce of strength, she sprinted down the dark, unknown path, urging her feet to carry her to a mysterious and enigmatic destination. She would not remain tethered to the stranger her father had forced her to marry while she had been fighting for her life in a hospital bed. How could he have done such a thing to her? Her hatred for him intensified tenfold... The relentless pursuit abruptly halted, her voice releasing a high-pitched yelp at the unexpected sight. Before her stood her rejuvenated nightmare, her husband. She was not the least bit frightened, but the man had pledged to her father that he would stay married to her for eternity. "Seems like we're destined to be shrouded in this ominous darkness," he grinned, his smile dripping with menace, sending shivers down her spine. The desperate words she willed her mind to say failed to escape. Her retort of "Whatever, Police Officer" deserted her.

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