Warning: DARK ROMANCE Story contains detailed mature scenes possessing dubious consent not recommended for age group below 18 years old. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Prologue Shadows engulfed his angelic features oozing devilish intentions. It wasn't until he took a step towards her did the gravity of situation descended upon and even then she couldn't do anything but shake in fear. She knew making a run for it won't do a thing, calling was not an option and if she screamed...she opened her mouth to shrill but a meek plea came out. Her body's lack of response terrified her, tears gathered in her orbs with horrible anticipation. With his each step nearer she gripped the frame of her window tighter hoping to keep her balance. It took him three steps to be inches away from her body. He slowly took his suit jacket off, making himself comfortable as he amusingly watched her shaken face. She was so horror-stricken to even look at his face. She gulped as his hand cupped her neck in a gentle grip, guiding her eyes to his. His eyes slipped from the hold of her eyes to her lips in a second. She grew self conscious all over again. His heated gaze on her lips was unwavering. In the moment of bewilderment and growing self awareness her tongue unconsciously wiped her lips wet and it was all it took for him to descent on her lips. Description Had it been upto him he'd have broken her down to pieces and never put her togather, instead, he let her build herself, he watched her collapse and stand, die and live, float and drown all the while playing her body like a putty in his hand. Her husband had never been gentle, his ways was one of his kind. He read her like a book and used her spells against her. She was vividly aware of what she was getting herself into but nothing could prepare her for the don who brought everyone on his feet and she was no exception. How would she survive his ways or even would she?

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK

THE FIRSTS SERIES BOOK 1 They taught her that silence was strength. That obedience was worship. . Asmau never asked for a love story. Growing up between cultures, between heartbreak and healing, she learned early that silence is survival-and trust is dangerous. Now, years later, she's told this is God's will. To marry. To surrender. To begin again. But how do you give your soul to someone when pieces of it were stolen long ago? And then there's Marwan. A man who doesn't chase, doesn't press, doesn't pretend. A man whose presence feels like stillness after a storm. Quiet. Watching. Knowing. A man with eyes that see too much and hands that never reach for what isn't his. In a world where shame speaks louder than truth, Asmau must decide: Will she live quietly to please them? Or finally choose her own voice? This is a story about quiet faith. About healing, not all at once-but in the hush between prayers. About choosing yourself... even when your voice shakes. A tender story about girlhood, grief, and the quiet rebellion of choosing yourself.

Nadia Abubakar, a fierce criminal defense lawyer, haunted by her father's mysterious Murder. Years later, she crosses paths with Nabil Muhammad Rami arrogant, powerful, and the son of the politician believed to have ordered the hit. He's everything she should hate. But he's also the only one who sees through her walls and so she's the only one who sees through his walls. As secrets unravel and blood ties resurface, their forbidden connection threatens to destroy everything. In a world of betrayal, can love survive the weight of bleeding vows?

"When Yusuf and Humayra are brought together through an arranged marriage orchestrated by their families, their worlds collide in what feels like a stifling union. But as emotions flare and walls break down, they discover that the line between love and hate is thinner than they thought. In time, they realize their bond was always meant to be. Explore their story in Bound To You©." XOXO ✨🦋 SiyamaM Copyright © 2024.

"ALHAMDULILLAH. IT'S OFFICIAL. JASRAH IS NOW HASSAN'S WIFE". She felt her heart threatening to breakthrough it's ribcage. Cheers were all over the house. Anty Amina and Asiya were nowhere in sight. A lone tear escaped her eyes but she did well to clear it before she gets caught. The whole house was filled with chatter and joy from different angles. Jasrah grew up with her step mom and step sister in Kaduna. She was subjected to different types of injustice. She lost her mom while giving birth to her and after Graduating from High school, her dad passed away due to heart failure. Life hasn't been easy for her. She got married to Hassan. Let's see how far they go More to come, ur comments and votes matter 😭🙏

He turned abruptly to face her, she was already getting on his nerves. "What in the name of Allah is wrong with you?" he asked with a sigh."You don't get me, do you?" he asked again trying to be clear. "It is you that don't get me, if you did, I wouldn't be here in the first place" she voiced narrowing her eyes on him. "Then leave" he seethed glaring directly at her. "Is that a challenge I hear?" she asked holding her waist with both hands. "Take it as you think of it" he voiced walking away majestically. she groaned and murmured softly beneath her breath but it didn't remain unheard to him "He knows I can't, grumpy" she said and he found himself smiling weirdly to no one in particular. ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Just like scattered stars trying to cluster again, just like the scars trying to heal with love, just like the swirling storm breaking down all bounds and just like the blinking starlight shining on a mirror, this story is also a mirror of life. Cold secrets will be clamped just like the break of dawn. Despite all odds, underneath their ventricles and cuticles is an undying love for each other. Just stay tuned with me so I will prove once again how fate can actually change the hearts of two people, Tauhida Al-amin Borodo and Sayf Hakeem Elnafaty @ "Tauhida". Lots of love Deedi-- ❤️

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 intriguing tale of two vastly different individuals is about to unfold. Meet Umar Faruq Qasim, a ruggedly handsome , arrogant single dad and successful lawyer who's sworn off love, and Aliya Muhammad Ali, a vibrant and carefree artist who lives life on her own terms. Their paths are destined to cross, but what happens when their worlds collide? Will Umar's defenses crumble in the face of Aliya's infectious enthusiasm, or will she be the one to melt his icy heart? Read and find out.

********* This is about Yasmeen Abdulkareem. A 21 year old girl that gets forcefully paired with Kareem Muhammad after being rumored to be gallivanting around campus when a deep secret lies with shocking revelations afterwards. ********** cherryplum🍒