. . . . . The man took her to a small office downstairs. It seemed he was the owner of the hotel, given how well he knew his way around. She sobbed quietly, her sister's betrayal hurting more than Halima's beating. Today, she had to find out that her sister had no heart. "Take this," the mysterious man passed her an ice pack. "Use it on the swelling." She took it from him. "Thanks." The man studied her. She looked so young. What was a young lady like her doing in a hotel while her mates were in school? The man wondered. Women of today have no shame at all. "What were you thinking?" he asked. "Excuse me?" she asked, cocking a brow. "What were you thinking when you followed that man to the hotel? Don't you have any shame?" "Stop it. Stop talking as if you know the whole truth. You don't even know half of the story, but you're already judging," she said. He cackled. "Oh, really? What I witnessed is enough for me. You sell your body for money. It's as simple as that." "Shut up!" "The truth hurts, right? Next time, you should think before repeating the same mistake." "Please shut up!! Please," she broke into tears. It hurts a lot. Now she's the prostitute. People will laugh at her if they come to watch the videos some people took. "Okay," he raised his hands up in surrender. "I want to go home," she stood up. "I can send my driver to drop you if you want." "No, thank you. Wouldn't want part two to repeat itself," she said sarcastically. "Thanks for the ice, anyway." A story about two sisters fighting for their rights. A secret they've sworn to keep from the world. One of these sisters has to take the blame for the other sister's wrongdoing, and there's no way this innocent sister can speak the truth. No one would believe her, except one man.

When love speaks, when love yearns for attention, when it crushes and intends to erupt out of the beholder's heart; Nothing could stop it, it looks onto nothing. Status seems just a name to it, age seems just a number. It knows no bound, it knows no difference. She was just a poor lady, from a wrecked background. He was a pompous guy, from an affluent background. She needed money for her WAEC examination. He needed a maid, to take care of his house. He hired her. She started working in his house. Destiny unleashed a predicament between them. It bounds them hitched. ____ What would it be? What has destiny unleashed upon their lives? It would be a love, heartbreak, and romantic roller coster ride. #Ayshatou.

Life was not the way she planned it. Everything crumbled in front of her eyes. He wants her all for himself but couldn't hold her for so long like he wished too. Book two of hate to love him formally known as Aisha (indo).

A story of a stepmom that loved the children but eventually tore the family apart, how? Follow as I tell you the story....

Fatimah Muhammad is a girl of 18 years old. Intelligent, sweet and a times Rude. Beautiful, pretty and cute. Coming from a Rich family she lacks nothing. Her hatred for a guy later turns into love. How did this happen........ Abdullah Ibrahim Abubakar is the heir to I. A. S Construction Company and Co. Being the Only male in the family, he took up most of his father's business. He was born with a silver spoon. He's got the looks, fame, money, family, everything except for the one thing he needed in his life LOVE... IN his search for love he met a beautiful young lady.............. Fatimah Assalamu Alaikum Besties........ I Really Thank You For Adding My Story To Your Library (Muuuuaaahhhh, kisses & Hugs) I Really Appreciate It. Errm...... This Is My First Story (Sorta) I Do Hope You Guys Will Enjoy It. Put A Smile On My Little Cute Face By Voting And Posting Heart Touching Comments, I Promise You'll Enjoy Every Single Chapter... Much love from Meeeeee I Love Y'all ❤❤❤

70%English 30% Hausa Malika Abdulmalik is just a little naive, innocent and unworldly girl, a very beautiful girl, typical Fulani girl from a very poor family in a small village in Adamawa yola state. She loves going to school and just when she was in primary five, her father died and her life changed, it became a total mess that she had to start working for rich people. Malika is a maid, who works for rich and wealthy people who own mansions. What would happen when a son from that house develop feelings for her? Follow me as I tell you the life story of malika abdulmalik, THE HOUSEMAID......

"Anee place your hand here" he said using his index finger to point to his chest and I slowly place my hand there feeling his heartbeat in fast motion.. A mixture of happiness and live with pure ever after. "What do you feel?" He asked "Your heart beating extremely fast" "That's my life with you inside" he smiles sending shivers down my spine. "Without me your heart will still be beating.." I challenge confuse. "But Ahmaad will be nothing but a walking dead. . ." *** *** This is not your predictable story. it's a long journey with Ahmaad and Haneesa as the lead, a journey of love and mushiness, it's spicy and hot and you won't know what will hit you. Keep the tissue close by. All rights reserved! Cover by: Hijabifemenist