Not edited!!! Duk da cewar iyayansu sun mutu, an rasa wanda zai ɗauke su cikin dangi, ummu hani yar kimanin shekara goma sha shida ita ta ɗauki ragamar kula da yan uwanta guda shida, ciki harda jaririn da ummansu ta rasu gurin haihuwar sa, wanda rashin kuɗin madara yasa Ummu hani yanke hukuncin shayar dashi da kanta.

Why the war? Why the deaths? Why the pain?😔 Copyright © August 2020 by Joyceekundayo. All rights reserved. Enjoy reading 😁😁

I left you. So stop trying to bring me back. Stop trying to tell me to come home. But you're so stubborn, So here are some reasons why you should Loathe me, Despise me, Shiver at the very mention of my name, Reasons why you should forget me. - Each chapter is only about 30 seconds long. Completed.

Sheh you have been forming big girl in this house?. You think you're above punishment?. Offenders need to be punished for their crimes". She looked into my eye as she poured the water. I didn't know when I started crying till I placed my hand on my mouth To stop my screams. "You have been an offender and I'll keep on punishing you". That was all it took for me to scream. *** When your mother is your biggest fear and bully, the first person to boo you amongst the crowd, the first person to make you feel incompetent; who then do you run to? Join Taye in the interesting rollercoaster

Iman wasn't your typical girl who wore a hijab. She was a strong businesswoman who sacrificed a lot to get to where she was now. One day, when a man threatens to buy her company , he gave her no choice but to take his last name. Little did she know that he was an Arab prince...

[ORIGINAL DRAFT SAMPLE] She is twenty-nine when the FBI comes for her, but Catherine Themis was only seventeen, grieving and naive and angry, the first time she wiped someone else's blood from her fingers and felt the snake rise in her chest. She was seventeen when she stepped into the dark and never looked back. ***** By day, Catherine Themis is an unassuming civilian administrator for the Dedwich Police Department, but by night, she is a notorious vigilante known as The Hangman. Struggling with her violent urges and the psychological cost of her actions, Catherine becomes the target of an obsessive serial killer and a relentless FBI agent, and as the hunt for the Hangman intensifies, Catherine must decide which life she wishes to live and what she values more: vengeance or her fading humanity? A psychological thriller in the vein of MINDHUNTER and HANNIBAL, SERPENT HEART is a deep-dive into the life and history of a conflicted vigilante forced to confront her inner demons and evade a national manhunt. Catherine questions the efficacy of her own convictions as the FBI closes in and a vindictive murderer puts her family, love, and identity in jeopardy. With everything on the line and time running out, who will Catherine Themis become? --- [[AVAILABLE ON AMAZON]] [[REMOVED 24 DEC 2021]] [[2019 Watty Winner - Mystery & Thriller]]

| IBRAHIM BOOK II | "I am willing to give my everything to you, if you agree to be mine forever" ---- He looked Italian He dressed brands He spoke billionaire language He ran an entire empire with the tip of his fingers He drove luxurious cars He traveled to exotic places He had all he ever wanted all except her She was his best friends' sister She was the girl he loved She was the one who had her head held high She was the one who could not be loved She was the one who cannot love and she was out of reach from him sparks, fireworks and mid season flowers and leaves, all fly about as the two meet, the twisted love story of. "The Billionaire And The Hijabi" => Highest Ranking: #2 on Spiritual Hotlist (15/02/16) copyright scopian_16 2016

. . . . . 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.

WINNER OF READERS CHOICE AWARDS 2020 (Historical Fiction) Stone hearts. Silver to gold. And the fierce need to prove oneself. [THIS STORY IS PENDING MAJOR EDITS TO CHARACTERS AND PLOTS]. Sequel: Silver Skies Highest ranks: #1 in Arabia || #3 in History || #51 in Assassin || #90 in Spiritual

 She was not an ordinary lady. Even the texture of her hair was alluring, she has perfectly arched brows and long eyelashes that rest beautifully on her cheekbones. Her deep hazel orbs, they sent shivers down the spine of people. Her subtle skin catches eyes from the first glimpse, and a touch from her is toe curling. She has a sense of decency amalgamated with a unique fashion. She was the real definition of Damsel. Tanzeel....The extraordinary lady. But, even with an intense stare, one couldn't tell she was blind and died within. What does destiny has in store for her? Could it change her almost perfect life? Thanks for stopping by, first my name is Na'imah Ahmad💕 I have a thing for reading, and love writing sooo much. Genuine smile from my lips? I get a plot twisty.