Copyright© 2022. All rights reserved. October 10th. She once believed it was the finest day of the year. How innocent she was. Now, burdened by countless harrowing memories, she longs to rewrite them. That day continued to haunt her for many years. No, forgiveness is not an option. She vows to avenge her child's murder, rising in power to dismantle the aristocratic family guarding dark secrets within their pristine mansion walls. No longer naive or ignorant, this woman breathes vengeance. Her eyes conceal a thirst for retribution and bloodshed. She's set on dethroning those modern pharaohs. The flicker of life dims in the presence of her pain and sorrow. Eyes filled with anguish, shrouded in raw pain from her trials and tribulations, she's now ready to fight for the one thing everyone warned her against-justice against the government itself.

To read the Completed book: Go to Okadabooks https://okadabooks.com/user/FareedaHaruna "That is my condition. I've had it imprinted in the journal already. There is nothing you can do about it" Sarki Abusadiq said gritting his teeth. It's not like he asked Yarima to slit his wrist. He was making a big deal out of nothing and it was irritating. "Of all the conditions you could attach to me, you chose her? When you know I had someone all this while. She's not even Royal" he stated clenching his fists. He couldn't beat up his father of course. It just gave him an inner strength. "You know how this goes. My father gave me a condition, so did his father, and the father after that one. That's how it works. It's either this, or Azeem takes the throne." Sarki Abusadiq said adjusting his turban. The dresser made the turban too sketchy today. He ought to get rid of it before he gets a headache. "I've done everything you've ever asked of me. I've never disrespected you. I've never done anything stupid or wrong like Azeem. Why are you doing this to me father?" he asked trying to see if a little sadness could weaken his father's choice of condition. "Young man! Man up. You're a King! Sacrifices are meant to be made. Go out. I need to rest before the council comes. Choose wisely " Sarki Abusadiq said shooing his eldest son. Yarima left the throne room with slumped shoulders. This was something he never thought would happen. How could his father do this. Well he will make a choice! A choice that would surely work in his favor!

Copyright© 2022. All rights reserved. Two people forced to live under the same roof in the name of something called 'conjugation' a sacred relationship that is supposed to be filled with love, tolerance, patience, consideration, listening and respect but in this situation, it is the total opposite of what a marriage encompasses. Theirs is filled with castigation, intolerance, cowardice and heedlessness. Merged with dramatic in-laws, the family is turned upside down. Although she couldn't see his face, she sensed a change in the atmosphere... the fierce will of a warrior in battle, the urge to conquer and dominate. Aware of his violence barely kept in check, Layla remained very still. She kept her face turned away and listened to his breathing, until the deepening movements of his lungs became calm once more. Not at all moved of scared, she lifted a mocking brow and jeered. "Go to hell, Captain!"

Copyright © 2019. All rights reserved. FALAK: In a village where every girl must marry at the age of fifteen, a girl finds herself in a challenging situation, as no one is willing to marry her due to reasons unknown to her and her father. Her stepmother made sure to flaunt and taunt her at every chance, showcasing her daughters' husbands and children. Despite this, she remained undeterred, focusing on studying for her WAEC exams, hoping to find a way to escape to university. At seventeen, she is in grade 11 and faced with the decision to pay for the WAEC exams if they have the money or wait another year if they don't. The school fees are free, which is why she's still attending. Life doesn't always grant one's desires, and she eventually dropped out when her father stated he couldn't afford to pay for her WAEC, forcing her to abandon her dreams. SHADDAD: In a palace where he must learn the etiquettes of being the next king and is next in line to the throne of Kano state, Shaddad faces immense expectations. He has been groomed on how to be a king and act accordingly. He has absorbed these teachings and conforms to people's expectations. At the age of twenty-seven, he holds a bachelor's degree in business, preparing to manage the family business before ascending the throne. Yet, that's not all; he is also a skilled cardiologist. Despite possessing status, looks, fame, intelligence, and wealth, he remains indifferent to the allure of a lavish lifestyle. The world of fame only brings him pain, though he does not complain, having nothing to lament. People perceive him as having a disorder due to his limited interactions. What transpires when the vivacious Falak encounters the stoic Shaddad? Can she break through his emotional barriers, or will she be overwhelmed? Will she get a glimpse of his true self, or will she remain lost in the darkness? Will her unconventional love for him deepen, or will it forever remain brash? No plagiarizing of this book! Aishatu.

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.

Copyright© 2019. All rights reserved. Rewriting. COMPLETE AND EDITED VERSION CURRENTLY AVAILABLE ON OKADA BOOKS. ~°BOOK 1 IN THE ROYAL SERIES°~ My life was filled with joy and optimism, or so I believed. I was fortunate enough to have grown up with abundance and blessings, for which I am grateful to Allah, Alhamdulillah. I thought I possessed all the knowledge necessary for a fulfilling life, yet life has an uncanny ability to surprise us in the most unexpected ways. My journey has been an adventure of unforeseen circumstances, some of which have brought joy, while others have posed challenges. However, with every difficulty comes relief, and with every experience comes wisdom. No one crosses our path without a purpose. Sometimes, even the wrong individuals teach us valuable lessons. In just 99 days, a sudden twist of fate altered my life's course. I am Khadijah Daihaah Uthman Fareed, and this is my tale... #61 SPIRITUAL #2 WATTPAD BANTERS Fomally known as 99 Days My Prince By Ferdeausee_

The path of two heartbroken persons cross by a marriage arranged by their parents. They both heal their broken hearts together, showering each other with love and totally forgetting their past. But what happens when the causes of their heartbreak try to wreck the new bond between them. Read and find out!!!

A few minutes into the walk, I heard footsteps shuffling behind me. I tensed up and halted in my tracks. My heart began to pound violently in my chest. I felt too afraid to even do anything. I stayed glued to my spot, but that didn't stop the footsteps from approaching. Mustering all of the courage left in me, I spun around and to my utmost horror, two men - more like thugs were standing just few inches away from me. Ya Allah, please protect me! I don't want to die like this. I spun back around and started walking, my pace increasing rapidly. "Hey! Where the f*** do you think you're going, bit**" One of the men slurred. By the tone of his voice, I could tell he was tipsy or high. The rate of my fear intensified. MANAL ❤ ©2019

"So you don't care if I spend the rest of my life jumping from one girl's bed to another?" he asked turning to me. I looked at him, feeling the tears wanting to fall down my cheeks but I swallowed them down. "Of course not, you mean a lot to me. You're like my brother. I would want to see you settle down with a girl when the time comes" "Brother... there's that word" he whispered bitterly. "What's wrong with the word?" "Is that all I'll ever be to you? A brother" he spat out the word like it was a disease. I shrugged. "Is it too bad that I actually want to be more Najma?" ************************** It's finally Summer and Najma Barde is more than happy to be back home, planning on having a peaceful holiday... cue in members of the Arewa Heartbreakers Association and a school enemy... this summer was going to be anything but peaceful.

Ducking away, she ran out of Hajia's living room with a loving smile on her lips. She banged her head on a broad chest that gave her a souvenir of a scent, just as juicy as her husband's. She knew he was the one, her Twin kept to his words. Not looking up to his face, she wrapped her hands around his waist and nuzzled her face deep into his chest, chuckling. "I missed you so much, Hassan. I was just moving in that kitchen fah, but your thoughts were a second away from making me crazy!" She lifted up her legs and planted a smooch on his left cheek. Roughly, she was peeled off his chest and a certain longing of his warmth seeped within her. That was bad. What happened to him? He left looking all loving, had she done something wrong? She looked into his eye level, lifting her face completely because of their height different. This is her husband, but why the hard face and the frown? Is this a frank? He didn't missed her? Or was he pulling her legs? Nadia's thoughts were put into a halt when he opened his mouth, he sounded exactly as her husband would, just the words differed. "I'm Hussain!" It was her husband's twin! Not even a single mark was there on their faces to help her differ between the cheerful Hassan and a grumpy Hussain. She felt her limbs gone weak as he walked past her. • What would happen when Nadia keeps mistaking her husband for her Husband's twin? I'm loving this much! I'm sure you would too!