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Save Shade

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BethelTheShofar

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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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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.

ÀWÈLÉ: Hell Hath No Fury ☑️ by kezzthepandalover

The story I will tell you now , you have never heard before,it is unlike the fables that your mother told you by the light of the Moon.It is untold to you, unknown to people who are not like me. It was told to me by my father, who was told by his own father. It is a story that has been passed from generations to generations, to explain why we are what we are, why we are treated like royalty and feared like the king of evil himself; èsú. At first I did not believe, it had sounded foreign to my ears, but now I do. Because I have seen the proof.Mother must not know that I am telling you this story, but I simply cannot hold it in. No one knows this, but I simply must tell you.I do not want to keep you in the dark. You are too dear to me. Enough beating around the bush, I can see you tapping your feet on the ground, and wiggling in your seat . Let us go back, Way back, To before any of our parents were born. Sit tight dear, We might take a while. For this is the story of a little girl , Who became great. And this is the story, Of the price that came with greatness.

Beautiful Ruins by seraphic_sophie

☆☆☆ When a traumatic event scars a teenage girl at a tender age, her life is forever changed. The scars run deeper than anyone imagined, leaving her to navigate the treacherous waters of secondary school while grappling with demons and trials. Just when she thinks it can't get worse, fate introduces an optimistic gray-eyed boy who believes in the power of hope and faith. As their paths intersect, they must confront the darkness together and trust that the universe has a plan. Will he be able to set her on a path of healing , or will the ruins of her past define their future? Dive into a heart-wrenching and uplifting journey of resilience, hope and the power of connection. ☆☆☆☆ THE PICTURES OR IMAGES USED IN THIS AREN'T OWNED BY ME. CREDIT GOES TO THEIR RESPECTIVE OWNERS.

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.

Beautiful Disaster by moooonloverss

Nigerian-Italian based book. I stood up and headed to the door but I didn't actually get to open it because another person beat me to it. It is Tyler, pheew I gave him a big smile Okay fine, a taunting smile. "Boss wants to speak with you" Tyler muttered I looked at him with an expression that I cross my fingers looked like a confused expression He sighed "I don't know what or where you hit your head that made you suddenly forget how to speak English. Just follow me" Tyler said dragging me with him I looked at my environment Hm. This is actually someone's house Nigeria, una never reach! "Where we dey go?" I asked "Just. Shut. Up" Tyler growled What crawled up his butt and died? We reached a door, Tyler pulled it open and pushed me in, walking in right after Rude.

A Peculiar lovestory (Completed) by Harunafaree

To read the completed book: Go to Okadabooks. https://okadabooks.com/user/FareedaHaruna "There's no point crying over spilled milk" a popular adage which is encrypted in most of our daily activities. At the age of 10, she was already betrothed to Mallam sanusi, younger brother to the village chief. His rotten kolanut designed mouth was all she saw when her mother disclosed that information. Being a strong headed child, she's always been, had she packed up her clothes in a silk headtie, she hit the road at midnight when every family member of hers was asleep. Had she known what she was getting herself into, she would never have left home. Had she known the hell she'll pass through, she would have happily married Mallam sanusi. Had she known the hardship she'll have to endure, she would have danced her way to Mallam sanusi's home. Had she known the dangers she'll encounter, his rotten kolanut designed mouth, would have been the least of her worries! But she's left home already, she has to survive. It's her only option.

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

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.

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⇤

IN THE NAME OF DESIRE: a prayer unfinished by griinblog

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." ----------- 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. -----------------------

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The other woman's DAUGHTER cover

ÀWÈLÉ: Hell Hath No Fury ☑️ cover

Beautiful Ruins cover

Married To A Tyrant [PREVIEW] cover

Beautiful Disaster cover

A Peculiar lovestory (Completed) cover

Anfal's Ibtihaj ✔ cover

Something New cover

All For What! cover

IN THE NAME OF DESIRE: a prayer unfinished cover

The other woman's DAUGHTER

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.