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"Baba, this girl was the one that made that man jilt my daughter. His excuse was that, she willed all her property to him. And now, they have a child and my own daughter has refused to get married. Baba please what are we doing about this?" An agitated woman dressed in a yellow coloured brocade gown laments looking up to the old man dressed in a white turned brown lace and sitted on a tattered local mat in a room furnished with low stools, another local mat, animal skins displayed on the wall, a million cowries scattered in different directions and a segregated blood stained area of the room where in a red wrapper is tied.All Rights Reserved

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A Promise From My Heart by Queen_of_blooms

In the mundane, ordinary details that gave meaning to his life, she was in the background as his friend's younger sister. Nothing of much significance and notice. But it was just a matter of time before a serendipitous series of events interweaved, sketched and painted her fate into his. Their bland and irrelevant conversations became soulful. In their secret meetings, they shared their woes, the aches in their hearts, the most fatal of their flaws, their greatest victories and soon, the flutter that had began in the core of their beings. There was comfort in being together and a calm that grips their souls in the presence of each other. It took little courage, many inhalations and exhalations of air and break out of cold sweat for Yusuf to confess his feelings, reveal their relationship and lay down his intention to tie the knot with his friend's younger sister, Amatullah. In their marital life, they rebirth, reformed and evolved. This profound feeling brought luminance to their souls and they reflected on each other like the brilliance of a thousand stars. Then one tragic incident changed it all. He lost his mother. She lost their pregnancy and went into denial. His family was thrown into a mess by the loss. Souls were bruised. Hearts were broken. And their relationship was affected. Everything he did to save them proofed to be futile. Their once bright sky had become be-darkened with grief. The embers of his soul couldn't even illuminate hers. The whole incident left him with a trail of questions. One of them was, will this make or break their marriage?

Ajinabee- My stranger. by Zaylone

A girl from a home in which females are seen as inferior and useless to the society is forced into another home against her will. It seemed to be a repetition of the history of her mother's life; which is a living hell. Will she survive?

The Rise of Damola by Black_CandyK

"Oya Babalawo how much will it cost?" "My son you will have to pay a hefty price for what you are asking o!" "Just tell me Baba mi and it shall be done!" "Alright then!, you will bring one pig with white head, 57 male peacocks, 45 tubers of yam, 40 sacks of kolanut and 12 strands of hair from a person that has royal blood. My son from 12 different people o!, because if you do me wayo you will become wèrè( mad person) ! "Ahhhh!!!! Baba isn't there any other option," Damola said scratching his head. "Well there is but it comes with a price!" The ritualist said with a grim expression. "Baba forget the price just talk abeg!" "You must bring....." *************************************** Damola a promising young boy who has lived his whole life in the slums grows fed up with the stigma and discrimination he's been facing for "being poor". He finally finds a way out and succeeds in creating a brand new life for himself. What happens when the effects of the atrocities that he committed in the past in order to reach the top come barging through the solid frame door of his posh new life? Will he be able to continue living fly, or will the secrets of the past lead to his undoing, taking him, the people he loves and his whole empire in the process? Read The Rise of Damola to find out🎉🎉🎉 Read if you enjoy drama, betrayal and lies with a touch of ment😹🎉 ⚠️This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the my imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

IN THE NAME OF DESIRE: a prayer unfinished by Bmissknowitall

He told himself he shouldn't look at her. Shouldn't think about her. Shouldn't want her. But he did. An Egyptian man, raised among women who valued modesty, where faith was unshaken and restraint was second nature. But here, in Nigeria, at one of its most prestigious universities, his convictions wavered. Everything about this place was loud-the voices, the laughter, the confidence. But nothing unsettled him more than her. A Nigerian Woman. The way she dressed. The way she carried herself. The way she met his gaze without fear. He had been taught that women like her were reckless, unrestrained. He had been warned against their kind. Yet, why couldn't he look away? He needed focus. School. Graduation. Home. That was the plan. That was the only path. But distraction had a name. And she was a fire in his veins. Now, he had to choose-duty or desire. ----------------------- His eyes grow heavy, and then, in a voice so low it barely exists, "I want you." I freeze. "Every bit of you. Naked and clothed. Vain and deep. Bratty and unsure. Every piece you have to offer."

SHAMBLES by Damzeee

"Are you ready?" I said to her placing her long silky hair at the back of her head. She nodded. Her bewitching smile sending immense pleasure to my body. I pushed into her slowly- carefully and then with a little force. She forced a smile at first and in seconds her face had turned pale, hysterical- beastly! "Shit!. Shit!. Stoppppp Dotun - Please stopp." She screamed loudly like she was in enormous pain. I felt like I was in another world, lost in a haze of sensations-almost like I had found a place that felt like home. But then, reality struck. No matter how intense the moment, when a woman says stop, you stop. It doesn't matter how powerful the desire burning through you is. "Shit!" I yelled, fighting to pull myself back from the edge. The tension within me was overwhelming, the kind that tempts you to ignore everything but your own feelings. But I knew better-her voice, her comfort, and her trust meant everything. The desire could wait. Respect couldn't. Dammit!!! The sweet taste of a woman!!! Her personality, A ferocious saint, like fire and brimstone. He on the other hand, is like water yet powerless against her fire She was broken, a puzzle that was missing a piece. But he was willing to carve his own piece to complete her. They said her fire would consume him. But he was ready to be destroyed by her raging flames! Ranked 1 in #nigerianstories

Something New by Sarah579

A Spinoff From the Grace Series I skim my fingers along my woman's arm as she reclines back, seated in my lap with her back resting against the cushioned arm of the wooden bench we worked on together. I built it and she painted it. And each one of our kids put their handprints on it. My darling sewed cushions to tie on during the warm days so we can sit out here comfortably. Now we enjoy the fruits of our labor together. And I'm speaking about the couch and our marriage. "How did we start?" she asks languidly, her eyes shut. Her coily hair frames her face in the afro she has it in. She's dolled up a bit with her dress and earrings. She's got nowhere to go, but she does it to feel perked up for the day. I'm fine with that, but she knows I'm just as fine if she's wearing one of those old nightgowns she has, or in her birthday suit. "You were always passing me by," I hold Kemi's hand and with my other one, I use my finger to trace her facial features. I love every one of them. I gently go over her brows then go to her cheeks that are a lovely rounded shape. I move onto her cheekbones, which sit a bit high. My finger trails down to her jaw and her lips as they curve up in a smile. "But to be fair, I passed you by as well, darlin'." The way we met, and the way we began, is all part of a story that is beyond us and I like to think back on it often. I like to think back on how the Lord made something new out of something broken. ~~~ This technically comes after Grace but can be read alone (and before or after Redemption). As with "Grace", this is an age-gap interracial romance about faith, love, and healing. Forewarning: This story discusses a darker theme that may not be suitable for a younger audience. Although, things are still done in a God-honoring way. Unlike Grace, this story is more of a short story and will likely contain less than 25 chapters. It follows Kemi and Fred, the close friends of Grace and Joe.

Spirit Zaddy | A Nigerian Supernatural MxM Romance by 234Fujoshi

Genre: Fantasy, Supernatural Themes: age gap, dom/sub, forbidden relations Spice rating: 🌶🌶🌶🌶 / 5 A guy who's having trouble keeping a relationship is dragged to a spiritual prayer house by his mother, where it is revealed that he is married in the spirit realm and this is why his earthly relationships hold no water. More than a little skeptical, he decides to humour his mom by doing the unbinding ritual in the dream world that would supposedly undo the bond between them. According to the spiritualist, he would only be able to see his spirit wife and no one else. So, how come the only person he can see, is a smoking hot, extremely handsome older man? And what will he do when it turns out his spirit wife... ...is actually a spirit husband?

Destined Hearts by xxxwannabewriterxxx

Muhammad thought of Madeenah as a child, younger than his baby sister, although way more mature. She seemed to have created a bond with his daughter and that was all that came to his mind about her. Not her smooth caramel skin, or her captivating light brown eyes and neither did her sweet voice do it for him. Madeenah thought of Ya Muhammad as an arrogant and stoic person but a really good father. In truth she was terrified of him. She hated the way he would look at her, as though she was less important than him. She hated the way he never spoke unless he needed to. She hated the way his voice washed over her, making her shiver. She hated his height and how it made him tower over her small frame. She hated him but she just couldn't stop thinking about him. So what happens when the two end up being brought together by an unusual arrangement . He's older, she's younger. He has a daughter and she has barely begun life. Will he let go of the past and try to find happiness or will he drag her down with him? --------------------------------------- "Let's get married." He says with such a straight face that I feel stupid as I chuckle. "What did you just say?" I ask in disbelief. "You heard me Madeenah." He says in a gravelly tone. "Why would you want to marry me?" I shake my head. "You don't like me." "I like you well enough to be married to you." His broad shoulders shrug in his familiar black suit. What is going on with him? And what have I gotten myself into?

CUTE BUT PSYCHO. by Nazaking

..."Auntie please! Don't let them see me. Don't let them take me back there.."He rushed out in a fearful voice. Hiding behind me in fear. "Who's after you?"She asked looking around to see what's getting a grown ass man this scared. But was answered with silence as he kept looking around in fear. He looked so dirty and unkept.. "Get in the car." She commanded. Her heart couldn't allow her leave him at the middle of the road. She wasn't even thinking straight. ~~ Doctor Lilian Cheta Ejiofor. The youngest female doctor in Anambra State.. She was returning from the hospital some hours past midnight. That night changed everything. She found him.. Luke Timi Olawale,a psycho.. Some called him mad.. He acts,speaks and thinks like a child.. Some said he suffered from Peter Pan syndrome. Could it be true? Find out more as you read.. CUTE BUT PSYCHO. Another story dished out from the Story Pot of Nazaking. Naija Adult Romance...

Anfal's Ibtihaj ✔ by gulle_jana

" I do!!" She said in shaky tone. It was still unbelievable for her that her dad made her deal with a Mafia king just for some pennys. She could see the smirk of her ownership in his eyes and a golden cage in which she will have to spend her rest of life. _______________ "Let's see how will you wear all these shameless clothes in my house!!" He said throwing glowing match stick on a pile of clothes in front of him. She was looking at him with wide eyes. "Hey..Stop!!!" She tried to stop him but he yanked her away making her fall on ground. "Remember that I am not your fucking Hassan who will bear all your these shitty tantrums!! This is my house and here follows the rules I, Ibtihaj Ibrahim Usmani makes!!!" He said clenching her jaw. ______________ She was an innocent soul. He kills mercilessly. She was an independent bird. He used to cage birds. He hates her dressing. She hates everything about him. Both were loathing each other's existence not knowing that Allah has bounded them the day they were born till the day of judgement. A story of a girl who never gave a damn about religion. Fashion was her life but there came a point in her life when she wanted to change but the thought disturbed her was that will Allah forgive her?? A story of a man who never thought about a single girl. His work, his gang, his people were all he cared about. They say love can change anyone and anything!! let's see how love changes shameless dressing of Anfal and beasty nature of Ibtihaj. Let's see how they become from "Anfal" and "Ibtihaj" to "Anfal's Ibtihaj". Will Anfal's quest of making Ibtihaj "Anfal's Ibtihaj" be completed?? An enthralling and heart quenching tail of a Mafia man and a normal girl. If you are depressed and thinks that you are worthless and you are big sinner that Allah will never love you ever and forgive you... then!! My beautiful and precious gem!! this story is for you!!❤ Alteast give it a try!! 😊 ~Thank you

The other woman's DAUGHTER by Harunafaree

Maryam never had a say. Although her situation wasn't her fault, people never fail to rub it in her face. If she was a child out of wedlock, she wouldn't have been sad. Atleast she'd be paying for her parent's sin. If she was an Almajira, she'd still lift her head up high and accept what ever the world threw at her, atleast she would still be paying for her parent's sin for throwing her out into the streets. If she was a prostitute, Heck! she'd stand proud and tall, atleast it was her decision to sell her body to men. But, she was neither one of this things. She had lost her father, a day before she was born. Her mother got married to someone else a week later! That marriage came with a whole lot of burden. A burden she was subjected to by her gullible mother. A burden she had no choice but to embrace.

Against All Odds by michelle18uzoma

"What is your name? " he enquired with a staid expression. Obi's eyes roamed around still trying to ascertain the safety of their current surrounding. Her lips were still quivering out of shock and her breathing distorted. "Obiukwu" She finally let out still battling with unsteady breathing. He adjusted the cuff of his pristine white shirt and helped her up. "For a girl with a boy's name you certainly do not think like one. Usually when a female dog comes after you, you don't run towards her young puppies, you run far away from them". She adjusted her pleated skirts which had been torn while she ran frantically from the enraged beast. This boy's words were rather insulting but she swallowed any form of insult that would have ensued especially from his reminder of the stereotype that had been carved out from her name . A simple act of gratitude, for he had been her savior. Was he not a dunce for thinking that way?. She knew a lot of moronic boys and her cousin Chukwudi was the ideal example. The dog had run at the sound of his command. She walked away from him slowly hoping to see Sandra somewhere close. "Hey! You owe me a thank you and something else". She ignored him and kept walking.She hated dogs and arrogant rich boys! "My name is Obiefune!" Obiukwu stopped for a brief moment and yelled back at him "thank you! ". Obiukwu, a young selfless girl is forced to choose between love and duty when life hurls misfortunes at her. Does she end up with her first love Obiefune even when the odds are against them? Find out by clicking on that read button😊 Remember to vote, comment and share ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ All rights reserved © 2019 @nwagbaramichellenwaonu (Michelle 18Uzoma). Top Rankings #32 Wattpadromance 28/07/2019 #36 Tales 12/08/2019 #start:May/02/ 2019 #Stop:August /09/2019

Flawed Perfection by Mieems_xx

At Twenty-One, Aisha's rancor for both men and marriage should consciously pass as the world's biggest astonishment but that's not quiet all of her, she does not appeal to Abdullah's eyes at all. Usually, it takes a single glance or two to captivate him. The longer he stares at Aisha, he realizes she is simply plain - the kind of woman he would mistakenly glance at and instantly redirect his gaze elsewhere. Her personality is as hidden as all the other secrets she bundles underneath the weight of floor length Hijabs. Aisha Ahmad Makama claims destruction in every definition it has. Abdullah is no saint as well. Somewhere along the paths of life, their worlds are made to collide, leaving them imprinted to each other despite their inner demons. Underneath the steel exteriors is a woman broken and left unmade. But how would Abdullah know if gifts are a constant in his life and unwrapping isn't really his thing?

Married To A Tyrant [PREVIEW] by _najeeb_i

The sound of the shattering glass sent a chill down my spine, forcing me to withdraw deeper into the corner where I was tucked in. "Mansur, please stop. At least for Aaliyah's sake." I begged, the tears streaming down my cheeks. He swung around to face me, his eyes blazing with rage. "To hell with you and that bloody girl." he yelled. Do you hear me, Salma? To HELL with you and her. This is my house, and I can do whatever I want." he yelled, throwing the bottle at my dressing mirror. The glass shattered all over the room, the larger pieces landing on some of the bottles on the drawer beside the dressing mirror in which I kept my incense sticks. This caused them to shatter as well, the glass falling everywhere across the room. I could hear Aaliyah crying in the next room, but I could not go to her as Mansur was blocking the door. "You will learn your place today." he yelled, unbuckling his belt. I shut my eyes as the tears continued to flow, knowing all too well what came next. The first strike was always the one that hurt most.

One And A Quarter Year Agreement (a muslim love story) #Wattys2016 by rosycayote

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FATIMA: Claws Of Decision{COMPLETED} by LeemaLiyu

"Your father used to beat me up, that's all I have to say." She is young and beautiful, He is old and hateful. She has a promising future, He has made a promise to destroy that future. Cruelly pulled away from the loving arms of her young lover, Fatima is tossed to the nasty feet of an old husband who treats her like junk. Forced to sacrifice the man she loves to save her family's life, she treads carefully and do as she's told. True! Her husband was the devil himself, but what about her father? Has she been living with a more dangerous one all her life? All she's ever believed in is proving to be lies atop the other. Who are you to trust when you find yourself behind bar for murder, days after childbirth? She's Fatima and the man who's supposed to love and protect her? He's her personal Satan! This is in no way your expected love story. #6 in Nigeria #1 in wattpad banters as at 30/11/18 #9 in projectnigeria Winner of the Antty's award 2017 ••••••••••• Beautiful cover made by KingMoha

Our Journey With Him [A Christian Romance] by Sophie_dara

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All For What! by deey_jah

"Start packing your belongings, you're leaving right before my husband leaves for work. I'm sorry." Maryam said and sauntered back to their room, leaving an enraged and psyched up Nafisa behind. With a flagitious look on her face, she gnashed her teeth. "You all should brace yourself for what's coming your way." ~~~~~ What happens when Maryam brings in a stranger into her matrimonial home to take care of their five year old daughter, in spite of her husband's disapproval? Will she do her job properly? Will she live up to her expectation? Will she fail? How will she treat the little girl in her parent's absence? Did Maryam make a huge mistake by allowing a stranger into her home? Read ALL FOR WHAT! to find out!!! Don't miss out on all the dramas that are yet to unfold 💫🔥🔥 ⇥pj2KX2Ps⇤

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FADIMATUU ✔ by zahrah_mukhtar

"So what are you doing in our house dingy girl?" He asked her coldly. "It's none of your business and please stop calling me dingy girl" She replied not meeting his gaze. "If I didn't stop calling you what can a low-class person like you do?" He asked glaring at her. "Simple I'll start calling you rich brat or dingy boy it is," She said faking thinking. "I dare you to call me that" He angrily said. "Dingy boy" She nonchalantly said without an ounce of fear for him. "Youuuuu" He barked as he matched towards her but-- ***** Follow the love story of Fatima Muhammad Abubakar popularly known as Fadimatuu and Ibraheem Khaleel Siddiqui who hated each other at first sight. So what happened when they were made to marry each other, could their hate triumph or would love conquer?

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CUTE BUT PSYCHO. cover

Anfal's Ibtihaj ✔ cover

The other woman's DAUGHTER cover

Against All Odds cover

Flawed Perfection cover

Married To A Tyrant [PREVIEW] cover

One And A Quarter Year Agreement (a muslim love story) #Wattys2016 cover

FATIMA: Claws Of Decision{COMPLETED} cover

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All For What! cover

̷T̷O̷R̷N̷ (𝓝𝓲𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓭 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵) ✔ cover

FADIMATUU ✔ cover

A Promise From My Heart

In the mundane, ordinary details that gave meaning to his life, she was in the background as his friend's younger sister. Nothing of much significance and notice. But it was just a matter of time before a serendipitous series of events interweaved, sketched and painted her fate into his. Their bland and irrelevant conversations became soulful. In their secret meetings, they shared their woes, the aches in their hearts, the most fatal of their flaws, their greatest victories and soon, the flutter that had began in the core of their beings. There was comfort in being together and a calm that grips their souls in the presence of each other. It took little courage, many inhalations and exhalations of air and break out of cold sweat for Yusuf to confess his feelings, reveal their relationship and lay down his intention to tie the knot with his friend's younger sister, Amatullah. In their marital life, they rebirth, reformed and evolved. This profound feeling brought luminance to their souls and they reflected on each other like the brilliance of a thousand stars. Then one tragic incident changed it all. He lost his mother. She lost their pregnancy and went into denial. His family was thrown into a mess by the loss. Souls were bruised. Hearts were broken. And their relationship was affected. Everything he did to save them proofed to be futile. Their once bright sky had become be-darkened with grief. The embers of his soul couldn't even illuminate hers. The whole incident left him with a trail of questions. One of them was, will this make or break their marriage?