~~~~(Mature)~~~~ "We're worlds apart..." "But I'm right here." "I'm far, farrrrrrrrrr far beneath your class..." "And so? I don't care." He shrugged. "You're fucking engaged!" I rubbed away the tears, scrubbing the edge of my sweater on my sore skin. "And somehow you keep acting like that singular most important factor in whatever you're doing here with me is nothing." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In the bustling city of Lagos, Nigeria, a young woman named Somi struggles to be stable. She has been in and out of jobs, trying to keep up her "A" streak in school. Hot-headed and a go-getter. Her life turns when she meets Adams, a handsome and successful, Arewa man from an influential family, and despite having a betrothed, Adams is drawn to Somi's beauty, charm, and personality. Sarima is Somi's twin sister, and she struggles to make ends meet just like her sister. She has to deal with the university hassle, bills, and finding a good life with her sisters, Somi and Homa, without selling her body(beauty). She feels lost and directionless as there are a lot of drawbacks to being independent and surviving in Nigeria. To make matters worse, she also struggles with her feelings for her supposed friend, Kene. Will these sisters have it good at the end of the day or entangle themselves in a web they never planned to be in? #1 make money ~ 17th June 2023

Do you know any other Zoeya Aliyu?. Its your wedding card and better get prepared you are getting married in two weeks!". For a moment there I went numb, deaf, lifeless as the last sentence hit me hard "You planned my wedding without my consent?. And am getting married to Aaryan?". I asked shocked. I just realized who he was!!. "At least you are lucky that I gave you the card. I've already shared it to our relatives so don't act surprised when they start asking". With that he stood up from where he sat. ******* Zoeya's father was a heartless and cruel man who decides whatever he pleases and expects everyone to abide by it. Zoeya on the other hand has been patient and abiding till her father arranged her marriage to her worst nightmare. Will it break her or make her stronger?

Siphosethu "She will leave today with you! and we will make sure they get married tomorrow" Me"But I am only 18" My Mother hugged me, she said all she could to convince everyone that getting me married at 18 isn't fair . But my Father owed his father cows and it was only fair to give his daughter away to pay this debt . "Nje nani nibona, azange waphathwa yindoda engaze wa zekwa" "Yintombi enyulu" Yes my innocence were being paraded like it was Black Friday . Jola"Uyindoda emadodeni wena Radebe" "Bayohamba kule veki ilandelayo, beqala ubomi ubutsha bobabini. Ebe keyena unya ephangela, kodwa intombi iyakifundameza ikhaya. Ize ibentse azele abafana" Me"Tata!" My dad smiled at me, he was so proud of me for being a virgin, a virgin that will be given away to marry a guy I've never met, a virgin that will be a housewife and well give him children. Ziphozethu "Nooooo! Zee its still early " My friends believe in calling me the life of the party, they love how spontaneous I am and how carefree I am. Me"Nope, Its almost 4 you guys" The guys we were with tried convincing me with more vodka to stay. Lerato"Tshomi please stay" Me"How about we return tomorrow? drinks on me" Club literally going up on a tuesday, I am your typical nineteen year old. I rebel every now and then, I leave alone in Central Port Elizabeth . I don't remember much about my childhood or my parents, I work as a waitress at a nearby restaurant. A lot in my life doesn't make sense, but one thing I know is; I am happy and everything else doesn't matter. Two girls Two different characters One carefree One a housewife Life is not always what it looks like, and behind every smile is hardship that stays hidden. *********

-MIHLALIKAZI LANGA I am Mihlalikazi Siphiwokuhle Langa, the daughter of Sinokuhle Mbana and Lunga Langa, mom changed her surname back after she and my late father divorced but this story is not about her, its about me. The granddaughter of Lwando and Ayola Mbana. Now every name I've mentioned screams money so yeah, you guessed it. I'm from your typical South African rich family with my very own wealth. A girl like me sounds like she has it all right? I mean what could someone like me possibly need and why would I have a story to tell if not to brag about my wealth and wealthy family? Sadly being me isn't all glam as it should be or rather as it seems from the outside, people like me are considered to have daddy issues... or so my therapist says but I don't believe that I do. I mean yeah sure my biological father died when I was still young but its never affected me. As far as I know he was a great father and a good husband to my mom but due to circumstances he and my mother divorced before he died. And besides, my stepdad is the best father I could ever wish for. He stepped up and made sure I never felt that void of not having my biological father around. Mr Mtwa is an amazing father to me and my siblings. . . -LERATO BIKOKUHLE MTWA I am Lerato Bikokuhle Mtwa, the son of Bantubonke Mtwa who is currently married to Sinokuhle Mbana Mtwa, mother of Mihlali and our two siblings Imange and Isenathi, they twins. I'm 19 years old and my sister is 18 and we both doing our first year in university. I'm studying Chemical Engineering and my sister chose Literature at UCT and I at Stellenbosch, I wanted to have my own place and so far its been great.

Although no one knew it, Desire was struggling. It was highly unbelievable because as a top worker in one of Lagos' most exclusive and influential night clubs, she was making close to twenty thousand naira per night. All her other friends were living large, and building houses, so why couldn't she? Her father had died five years ago, leaving them drowning in a sea of debt. Her mother was sick, and couldn't do anything, so from an early age Desire had had to wear the mantle of responsibility. A twenty six million naira debt was on her neck, and for five years, Desire had consistently been paying it off; while simultaneously keeping a roof over her mother's head, and saving up money for school. Salvation came at last; but in form of the hardest, most handsome man she had ever laid eyes upon? General Babalola Halal. He was offering five million Naira for a whole month of exclusive sex. Pure, undiluted gratification. It was her job, and this offer was coming on a platter of gold. Even more tempting was the fact that it was the exact amount needed to be free of her father's debt. Completely. But he was hard, and demanding, and excruciatingly virile. Accepting this posed a risk far greater than millions. The stark reality of losing everything she stood for, and gaining nothing in return because a man like this never gave anything of himself. He was rich, five million Naira meant nothing to him. But she knew what she was getting into, she knew how addictive his touch was, and how hard it was to stay sane around him. Could she do this? Was losing her sanity a price she was willing to pay?

"Didn't you just ask me to be your girlfriend?" I asked. He flashed a smile and replied, "Yes, I did!" "Then, what are you doing with that paper and pen?" I pointed at it and cocked a brow. "I'm preparing a contract for you to sign. I'm a businessman. I like to have written agreements," he said and continued to write words on the paper. "That's bizarre!" "You said you want to help me destroy my arranged Marriage. I want you to sign so that when you meet my crazy family, you won't be able to easily abandon me," he smirked. "Your family can't be that bad!" His shoulders shook as he let out barks of laughter. "Meet them first!" "So what's the time duration of our relationship?" "We will date for two months. You said you want to spice your life with fun. I will help you with that" "This relationship will be easy. No feelings attached. It will be easy for me to break up with you," I mused and rubbed my chin. "So will you sign?" "Yep!" ×××××××××× Anita Tosin is a medical graduate who decides to date a businessman to spice her life with some fun. A handsome businessman and a energetic doctor in a relationship where both perform their roles of a boyfriend and girlfriend in their lives. Later, Anita asks, "What have I signed myself into?" She asks this question when different emotions entangle in their relationship. What does a racing heart significant? Anita becomes apprehensive when as a doctor she couldn't explain the reason behind her throbbing heart. Read to join her in her strange but unique story. Updated: 23rd December, 2020 Finished:

"Okay. What's your favourite food?" "It will be you after we get married, but for now It's anything you give me to eat." He deadpanned. Tseju almost choked on her own surprise. Sputter. More sputter. "Close your mouth shugah. I don't wanna share that space with flies." He said, the shadow of a mischievous smile playing at the ends of his lips. Tseju was still not talking, although she'd snapped her mouth shut now. "Next question?" She coughed. "Ahem. What's your favourite color?" "It was ice silver, now its the color of your skin." ________________________________________ Meet your Heroine, Tseju Anne Mobijilade, a not so typical but typical chubby curvy Nigerian melanin goddess who exchanged her heart of flesh for a heart of stone following her break up with long term boyfriend Benjamin Ayigbarin and now sees men as nothing but sex toys and external bank accounts. Especially Yoruba men. Meet your Hero, a beefy bald but beautiful Yoruba demon whose dimples set your ovaries on fire. Most eligible bachelor of the year, 3 years in a row Bayo Ayodeji Jacobs grew up watching his dad spoil his mom silly with love and has been looking for a woman to spoil silly with love. When their parts cross, Tseju finds herself falling hard and fast for a man who by every standard of the word resembles a First Class Yoruba demon. Will Bayo redeem Yoruba men everywhere? Or will he make the Yoruba Demon Association of Nigeria proud? I don't even need to say keep reading to find out, you're already reading!

But wait oo, how is that my business? "So we have decided that you'll marry Eberechukwu here" I think I heard wrongly "Ehhh?" I asked, my face no doubt full of surprise. "What? Daddy no. Anyone but her" Kazeem replied I was tempted to make a daddy joke when he said daddy but this isn't the time. I turned to my mum who was seriously sweating. If this was a different case, I would have laughed at her but this is a serious matter so I couldn't laugh. After a while, I began laughing. I laughed so hard that my stomach hurt. "Mummy what type of joke is this? Abeg ooo" I shook my head "It's not a joke" my mum replied with all seriousness and the reality of this dawned on me......... **************** Being forced to marry the rude and arrogant son of her mum's friend, Eberechukwu decided not to let the 'arrogant bastard' as she put it get to her or have any control over her. Follow her in this journey on how she deals with her arranged marriage.

ᴰᴼ ᵞᴼᵁ ᵂᴬᴺᵀ ᵀᴼ ᴷᴺᴼᵂ ᴹᵞ ˢᵀᴼᴿᵞ? "Kenneth." He kept pacing. "...and I met you. You weren't okay and it just broke my heart for some reason. How much can one person take? And I keep feeling this tug towards you, to check up on you but you're so stubborn. I had to pray about it all the time because I felt my heart was deceiving me or something. God knows how confused I was before I accepted that..." He just paused. "That what?" "That I liked you." ❊❊❊❊❊ In my story I'm a child of unfortunate circumstances, born to a reckless father and a housewife mother although the world thinks I have it all. In my story I struggle between loving my parents even though their actions make me angry, I struggle to be the shield for my sister while leaving her alone to pick herself up, I struggle to fit in with my peers even though we we've been friends for years. I can't even hold on to the person who saw me and wanted me. I hide myself behind thousands of questions, anxiety and fear. In my story I'm just another girl raised in Ibadan with nothing to look forward to. Hope is unknowingly what kept me together, hence I started writing letters. What am I hoping for? Who am I hoping on? Why? Why do I write to a person I can't see? How desperate must I be? I hope in a God I used to have around me. Though I don't blame him, I question why he left me, if he's still out there, and if he can still help me. Or maybe he never left me at all. "𝐺𝑜𝑑 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑘 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑒𝑟ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑢𝑠." 𝐴𝑐𝑡𝑠 17:27 #1 letterwriting #1 Christianfiction #2 wattpadn

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?