Romances de Mjay

*Daily updates*She felt as if she were floating. Her eyes were closed, and everything about her felt soft, a luxuriating fluffiness like the satin down comforter her grandma used to have. She thought she must have been sleeping. There was a not-unpleasant heaviness to her limbs, like the time she could finally sit down after standing and walking in the market for hours.Then her brain started to focus in a peculiar sort of way, powerless over thoughts that surfaced unbidden. Abubakar suddenly came to mind...how he had gotten her this way, and how she longed to tell Maama, but couldn't. Maama. . .As her consciousness began to return, she tried without success to open her eyes. Something tight and sticky was holding her lids together. Now she knew she was sleeping. She'd felt that strange paralysis before when wrapped in layers of her dreams, her legs turned to lead as she ran from shadowy pursuers and her eyes became inert shutters. She was scared, what frightened her most was her breathing. Her hand blindly went to her mouth, where she found the tube.Yaa Rahman! She was in a hospital!Her heart was thunderously racing, filling her chest with explosive fear. She blindly pulled at the tube, ripping it from her throat, gagging violently as it made her gasp and choke. But finally, finally, It was free, and she flung it far away.

*COMPLETED*She was wild, brave and Intelligent. She wants nothing more than being free and finding love.He was strong willed, passionate and sees women as burden and betrayers.Cassy, known as a wildflower was forced to pretend to be her brother and travel to England as the Duke of Eastland ward. With their parents both dead, the duke of Eastland was to care for them until they are of matured age.But, what happens when her brother fled to travel through the sea? Cassy saw it as a chance for her to also change her fate. Rather than going to the convent, she decided to pretend to be her brother.But, everything changes when a month later, the duke realizes she was a woman and not the man he thought she was? To make matters worst, what happens when he began liking her?

"Hold your head up and smile, you coward," Arfaat growled when Juwairiyyah hung back at the top of the steps leading to Sophie's imposing home where the wedding traditional party will take place. His hand gripped her waist so tightly she gasped, and she felt like jerking away and fleeing back down the steps to the waiting car. There was a long line of cars in the street outside Sophie's home; it was obvious the ton had gathered to see the grand wedding of Alhaji Abbas daughter to a poor mechanic. If not for the cold dread in the pit of her stomach, Juwairiyyah might enjoyed the sight of her _wedding day_. As it was, she felt only a shivering apprehension at Arfaat cold rage and implacable face. They'd ridden from her fathers house on GRA in stark silence. Except for a brief moment when she had balked at getting into the car, he had not spoken to her until now. "I don't advise you to try anything you may regret, my Lily." Meet Juwairyyah Abbas who is a spoiled brat whose heart is set at tarnishing and destroying the image of anyone below her. She sees herself as a Queen and someone who is above everyone. Being the only child to rich parents, Juwairiyyah was pampered and given everything she wants. But, what happens when she met someone hell bent on changing her idea that the poor are to be loved and respected not trampled on. The story is steamy, filled with love, hatred, and revenge.

She felt as if she were floating. Her eyes were closed, and everything about her felt soft, a luxuriating fluffiness like the satin down comforter her grandma used to have. She thought she must have been sleeping. There was a not-unpleasant heaviness to her limbs, like the time she could finally sit down after standing and walking in the market for hours. Then her brain started to focus in a peculiar sort of way, powerless over thoughts that surfaced unbidden. Abubakar suddenly came to mind...how he had gotten her this way, and how she longed to tell Maama, but couldn't. Maama. . . As her consciousness began to return, she tried without success to open her eyes. Something tight and sticky was holding her lids together. Now she knew she was sleeping. She'd felt that strange paralysis before when wrapped in layers of her dreams, her legs turned to lead as she ran from shadowy pursuers and her eyes became inert shutters. She was scared, what frightened her most was her breathing. Her hand blindly went to her mouth, where she found the tube. Yaa Rahman! She was in a hospital! Her heart was thunderously racing, filling her chest with explosive fear. She blindly pulled at the tube, ripping it from her throat, gagging violently as it made her gasp and choke. But finally, finally, It was free, and she flung it far away.

She felt as if she were floating. Her eyes were closed, and everything about her felt soft, a luxuriating fluffiness like the satin down comforter her grandma used to have. She thought she must have been sleeping. There was a not-unpleasant heaviness to her limbs, like the time she could finally sit down after standing and walking in the market for hours. Then her brain started to focus in a peculiar sort of way, powerless over thoughts that surfaced unbidden. Abubakar suddenly came to mind...how he had gotten her this way, and how she longed to tell Maama, but couldn't. Maama. . . As her consciousness began to return, she tried without success to open her eyes. Something tight and sticky was holding her lids together. Now she knew she was sleeping. She'd felt that strange paralysis before when wrapped in layers of her dreams, her legs turned to lead as she ran from shadowy pursuers and her eyes became inert shutters. She was scared, what frightened her most was her breathing. Her hand blindly went to her mouth, where she found the tube. Yaa Rahman! She was in a hospital! Her heart was thunderously racing, filling her chest with explosive fear. She blindly pulled at the tube, ripping it from her throat, gagging violently as it made her gasp and choke. But finally, finally, It was free, and she flung it far away.

DISCLAIMER; THIS BOOK IS NOT SUITABLE FOR THOSE UNDER THE AGE OF 18. BE WARNED. 'I don't remember coming here' Saudah wondered, turning again towards the mud huts. A thick forest surrounded the place, its lifeless trees making ominous shapes in the deepening dark. This was no place of comfort. A sense of forbidding clutched at her chest. Suddenly, she saw a man on a horseback, galloping towards her down a narrow path cut through the woods. She stood transfixed, unable to do anything but watch and wait. The man was wearing a deep dark robe, very unlike the dress worn by human beings. On his feet were pointed nails. A dark, hooded cloak flapped wildly as he drew nearer on his black steed, his piercing eyes glaring at Saudah. He drew the horse up to a walk, never averting his eyes from hers. They were the scary steel-dark eyes she had never seen before, which seemed to beckon her against her will. "What do you want?" Saudah screamed, her voice shrill with terror. "What do you want from me?" she screamed again. Something magnetic then pulled her towards the man; it was an invisible hand that pushed her from behind.

DISCLAIMER; THIS BOOK IS NOT SUITABLE FOR THOSE UNDER THE AGE OF 18. BE WARNED. 'I don't remember coming here' Saudah wondered, turning again towards the mud huts. A thick forest surrounded the place, its lifeless trees making ominous shapes in the deepening dark. This was no place of comfort. A sense of forbidding clutched at her chest. Suddenly, she saw a man on a horseback, galloping towards her down a narrow path cut through the woods. She stood transfixed, unable to do anything but watch and wait. The man was wearing a deep dark robe, very unlike the dress worn by human beings. On his feet were pointed nails. A dark, hooded cloak flapped wildly as he drew nearer on his black steed, his piercing eyes glaring at Saudah. He drew the horse up to a walk, never averting his eyes from hers. They were the scary steel-dark eyes she had never seen before, which seemed to beckon her against her will. "What do you want?" Saudah screamed, her voice shrill with terror. "What do you want from me?" she screamed again. Something magnetic then pulled her towards the man; it was an invisible hand that pushed her from behind.

From the eyes of a spinster is an unusual story, a story like no other. Set in the heart of Nigeria, the story centers round the lives of 3 sisters as they journey through the battlefield called life. Molested by her cousin at the tender age of ten, an incident which left the vibrant yet timid Sakinah Bello Gada live her life behind shadows in constant fear of the unknown. Trapped between the rock and a hard place, Nafisa Bello Gada is forced to tread on a wrong path, a decision fuelled by unquenchable desires. What goes around they say surely comes around! What happens when a dirty past threatens to cause a hindrance in a nice and blooming future? Elegant, charismatic, pristine.... All are words that do justice to the best amongst the Gada triplets. Wallowing in the sheer exuberance of youth, with eligible suitors ready to jump into the deepest of oceans for her, Safinah Bello Gada allows herself get consumed by pride and greed. What happens when she wakes up one day with no single suitor? A late marriage or a spinster for life? Only, I repeat only when you add this story to your library will you find out how these 3 ladies find their ways out of the messy webs life, selfishness, impatience and circumstances got them entangled in! The journey is going to be a bumpy one...... mysteries will be unraveled, tears will be shed, lots of laughter will spread across your wonderful lips, but most important of all; GREAT LESSONS WILL BE LEARNT!

She woke up early that morning feeling extremely detached, a feeling alien to her, as if she no more belonged to the world, a feeling of defeat, as if she had lost everything she had ever owned or everyone she had ever called hers. What had she really done? Never in her life has she felt so dejected and weak, like the world was crumbling in her head. Sadness.... something she never really undesired. Why? Why be sad of something which had already happened? After all there was no point crying over spilled milk. Unfortunately, when you get sad, it's like being stabbed in the heart a thousand times without dying. Husnah, your typical and ideal young African lady. Poised, beautiful; in an understated way and nd highly reserved..... what happens when she finds herself trapped in the shackles of an arranged marriage with the least expected person; the proud and egocentric Nabeel, someone she considers her greatest enemy. To crown her dilemma is Fareedah! The beautiful, cunning and loving first wife. Join Husnah in her journey through the jungle she finds herself trapped in...... will there ever be a route out? Or will she forever be trapped in the jungle? Only when you add this book to you library will you puzzles be solved.

From the eyes of a spinster is an unusual story, a story like no other. Set in the heart of Nigeria, the story centers round the lives of 3 sisters as they journey through the battlefield called life. Molested by her cousin at the tender age of ten, an incident which left the vibrant yet timid Sakinah Bello Gada live her life behind shadows in constant fear of the unknown. Trapped between the rock and a hard place, Nafisa Bello Gada is forced to tread on a wrong path, a decision fuelled by unquenchable desires. What goes around they say surely comes around! What happens when a dirty past threatens to cause a hindrance in a nice and blooming future? Elegant, charismatic, pristine.... All are words that do justice to the best amongst the Gada triplets. Wallowing in the sheer exuberance of youth, with eligible suitors ready to jump into the deepest of oceans for her, Safinah Bello Gada allows herself get consumed by pride and greed. What happens when she wakes up one day with no single suitor? A late marriage or a spinster for life? Only, I repeat only when you add this story to your library will you find out how these 3 ladies find their ways out of the messy webs life, selfishness, impatience and circumstances got them entangled in! The journey is going to be a bumpy one...... mysteries will be unraveled, tears will be shed, lots of laughter will spread across your wonderful lips, but most important of all; GREAT LESSONS WILL BE LEARNT!

"Hold your head up and smile, you coward," Arfaat growled when Juwairiyyah hung back at the top of the steps leading to Sophie's imposing home where the wedding traditional party will take place. His hand gripped her waist so tightly she gasped, and she felt like jerking away and fleeing back down the steps to the waiting car. There was a long line of cars in the street outside Sophie's home; it was obvious the ton had gathered to see the grand wedding of Alhaji Abbas daughter to a poor mechanic. If not for the cold dread in the pit of her stomach, Juwairiyyah might enjoyed the sight of her _wedding day_. As it was, she felt only a shivering apprehension at Arfaat cold rage and implacable face. They'd ridden from her fathers house on GRA in stark silence. Except for a brief moment when she had balked at getting into the car, he had not spoken to her until now. "I don't advise you to try anything you may regret, my Lily." Meet Juwairyyah Abbas who is a spoiled brat whose heart is set at tarnishing and destroying the image of anyone below her. She sees herself as a Queen and someone who is above everyone. Being the only child to rich parents, Juwairiyyah was pampered and given everything she wants. But, what happens when she met someone hell bent on changing her idea that the poor are to be loved and respected not trampled on. The story is steamy, filled with love, hatred, and revenge.

She felt as if she were floating. Her eyes were closed, and everything about her felt soft, a luxuriating fluffiness like the satin down comforter her grandma used to have. She thought she must have been sleeping. There was a not-unpleasant heaviness to her limbs, like the time she could finally sit down after standing and walking in the market for hours. Then her brain started to focus in a peculiar sort of way, powerless over thoughts that surfaced unbidden. Abubakar suddenly came to mind...how he had gotten her this way, and how she longed to tell Maama, but couldn't. Maama. . . As her consciousness began to return, she tried without success to open her eyes. Something tight and sticky was holding her lids together. Now she knew she was sleeping. She'd felt that strange paralysis before when wrapped in layers of her dreams, her legs turned to lead as she ran from shadowy pursuers and her eyes became inert shutters. She was scared, what frightened her most was her breathing. Her hand blindly went to her mouth, where she found the tube. Yaa Rahman! She was in a hospital! Her heart was thunderously racing, filling her chest with explosive fear. She blindly pulled at the tube, ripping it from her throat, gagging violently as it made her gasp and choke. But finally, finally, It was free, and she flung it far away.

From the eyes of a spinster is an unusual story, a story like no other. Set in the heart of Nigeria, the story centers round the lives of 3 sisters as they journey through the battlefield called life. Molested by her cousin at the tender age of ten, an incident which left the vibrant yet timid Sakinah Bello Gada live her life behind shadows in constant fear of the unknown. Trapped between the rock and a hard place, Nafisa Bello Gada is forced to tread on a wrong path, a decision fuelled by unquenchable desires. What goes around they say surely comes around! What happens when a dirty past threatens to cause a hindrance in a nice and blooming future? Elegant, charismatic, pristine.... All are words that do justice to the best amongst the Gada triplets. Wallowing in the sheer exuberance of youth, with eligible suitors ready to jump into the deepest of oceans for her, Safinah Bello Gada allows herself get consumed by pride and greed. What happens when she wakes up one day with no single suitor? A late marriage or a spinster for life? Only, I repeat only when you add this story to your library will you find out how these 3 ladies find their ways out of the messy webs life, selfishness, impatience and circumstances got them entangled in! The journey is going to be a bumpy one...... mysteries will be unraveled, tears will be shed, lots of laughter will spread across your wonderful lips, but most important of all; GREAT LESSONS WILL BE LEARNT

*COMPLETED*"Hold your head up and smile, you coward," Arfaat growled when Juwairiyyah hung back at the top of the steps leading to Sophie's imposing home where the wedding traditional party will take place. His hand gripped her waist so tightly she gasped, and she felt like jerking away and fleeing back down the steps to the waiting car. There was a long line of cars in the street outside Sophie's home; it was obvious the ton had gathered to see the grand wedding of Alhaji Abbas daughter to a poor mechanic.If not for the cold dread in the pit of her stomach, Juwairiyyah might enjoyed the sight of her _wedding day_. As it was, she felt only a shivering apprehension at Arfaat cold rage and implacable face. They'd ridden from her fathers house on GRA in stark silence. Except for a brief moment when she had balked at getting into the car, he had not spoken to her until now. "I don't advise you to try anything you may regret, my Lily."Meet Juwairyyah Abbas who is a spoiled brat whose heart is set at tarnishing and destroying the image of anyone below her. She sees herself as a Queen and someone who is above everyone.Being the only child to rich parents, Juwairiyyah was pampered and given everything she wants.But, what happens when she met someone hell bent on changing her idea that the poor are to be loved and respected not trampled on.The story is steamy, filled with love, hatred, and revenge.

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