♕ 𝙄 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙄'𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠, 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 ♕ The world is a bitter place, but if you can just find the right amount of sweetness, you'll do just fine. Adopted numerous times, rejected just as much times as she was adopted - moving from one foster home to another. This girl learnt to be tough, she wasn't weak, she didn't want to get broken by anything she'd come across. Instead, she'd give herself a reason to look at the odds with a shrug, and move on. Alongside a crazy highschool experience and overwhelming infatuations as well as teenage dramas and insecurities, Alisa Chimezie, threads through the eggshells placed before her, with her head held high and an indifferent shrug. A thirst for power, shielded by greed and selfishness, A tango with the devil, in the shadows of her own nightmare, A bath in blood, and secrets - too scary to reveal... All these are served on her plate, with her nightmares slowly coming to life, in the Ekwegh mansion. The lies on their tongue, so frequent, yet brisk with it. Everyone seems to be liars, and are not who they claim to be. And in this hazy madness, and cobweb created by her fears, Alisa is left all alone. Adopted. Rejected. Wronged. One can only hope that her guard isn't left broken and shattered. Warning: Contains a few cussing and a little bit of violence. Not much. ~Bittersweet~ Copyright © Chisom. A. S 2020

↪Winner Of Ankara Community Awards. ➳ sporadic updates | ➵ ➳ ➸ | ❝pray tell, young lass, what do you know about hell?❞ | ➵ ➳ ➸ | For Aala AbdulMalik, her home is hell personified. In a house where words were left unsaid, promises broken, and hearts bitter from ages of disappointment, being her father's 'mistake' was her biggest regret. It didn't help that her family members blamed her for jinxing their happiness, and so, hated her. Thus, she was hidden in plain sight from the world that itched to know everything about the illusive AbdulMalik family, for no one airs their dirty laundry in public. When her stepmother finally decides to get rid of her by marrying her off to the highest bidder-The Son of the President of Nigeria, everything changes. Because when you've spent your whole light in the shadows, being in the spotlight was nothing but torture. | ➵ ➳ ➸ | © Copyright. All Rights Reserved. -ater- 2019.

"Listen to me Qurratul Ayn, before you go, I want to know; did I ever offend you? Is my love for you too little?" I can feel his hand hovering over mine. He wants to hold it, but he knows better than to do that. "Please, I don't want to do this now. My flight is in thirty minutes." I can feel the tears wetting my Niqab. "No! I want to know. Where did I go wrong? Was it money? I didn't feed you well? I didn't clothe you? My love wasn't enough for you? I need to know, all those years! You're seriously willing to throw them away like they were nothing?" A sob breaks out but I manage to hide it behind a cough. I take a silent deep breath and turn, my Niqab swaying and making a whip sound. "It's not like, they really were nothing! Look, I don't have it in me to explain myself. You said you'd give me whatever I want? Then leave me be. I never loved you okay! I never did, it was all a sham, a facade!" His hand that was looming over mine falls limp beside him and he staggers back. "You're lying." He laughs. It's as if he's trying to convince himself. I scoff. "You think so? Well take a look at this." His eyes fill with tears and he takes one of his hands and place it on his mouth. He can't believe that it's actually true. "Okay, Fa'iza." My heart breaks. He never calls me that, ever. "I know something is wrong, and wallahi I'm going to find it out and bring you back to my house in six months. I promise." I feel my heart squeeze knowing his promise can never come to pass, ever. Death is nearing me so nothing can be done. Absolutely nothing. * Ten years of loving, doting over each other and marriage, Fa'iza upped and suddenly said she wanted out of the marriage. After months of persuasion and blackmail, Bello let her go, but before she left, he made a promise. Would he be able to fulfill this promise? STARTED: COMPLETED:

My head was spinning. I didn't keep male friends here in Nigeria. I'd never left my face uncovered ever since I started using the Niqab. I didn't even go to the car park at the airport! ...... One mistake JUST one mistake was all it took for her world to be turned upside down. OR was it more than a mistake? Let's find out! Started: 18th May, 2021 Ended: 10th September, 2021

He bent his head and spoke into my mouth, his lips hovering over mine, but not kissing me "If you know how hard I'm trying to control myself, you wouldn't have done that". My stomach dropped and I felt a throb between my legs, I myself needed self control. ••• Aisha Abubakar , A young Ambitious lady who was married to a multi millionaire 'Bilal Muhammad Kabir' who was popularly known as Sarki(King) because of the fear and respect people had for him due to the wealth and power he acquired at his young age. Aisha was scared of commitment because of her past, while Bilal doesn't love because he believes love is a weakness and besides he only has time for his work and nothing else. See how the couples will slowly but surely fall in love.

~~~ Teasers ~~~ "What are we going to do now?" Everyone turned towards her, the same fear that was in her eyes was also in theirs. "Who's going to die next?" "Kaluku (Anyone) should just bekaiful with the question they're asking cause I as I am bayii, I can kill someone. Irú èwo Iboro oshi niyẹn? Ibeere radarada (What kind of stupid question is that?). It's your mother that will die next" Fisayo snapped pointing fingers at her. "Haba! There's no need for vayolence, madam be calming down" "Kaluku ki ọ pa enu re mo, ti ọ ba fẹ kí ayé rẹ ki ọ run (Some people should shut up If they don't want their lives to get ruined) , shut up before I do weré for you. As I am right now, my head is not correct, my sanity is gone. I can shuk (stab) somebody to death so nobody should even dasi (interfer)." "Ki la ma se ni si yii, (What are we going to do now?) You guys are not answering" "Ma lo ọbẹ fi gun ọ (I'll stab you with a knife) and I will fucking throw your fucking body in a fucking canal. Then we'll know the person that has died next, oshisko" All eyes turned towards Amazing who was sitting quietly at the corner. "Amazing say something, what are we going to do. What are we going to do?" "What do you want me to say?" "Something...... Anything" ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~ Eight ladies in their prime search for the perfect love and happiness experience. No matter what they do, nothing can make their lives any better, it almost feels like they are all cursed . Is it even a curse or it's self caused? 35 years old AmazingGrace, swims against the tide using her faith race, hoping for love and happiness even in the midst of the chaos; against all odds and craziness and a freaking ten percent choking chance! Can she get out of it, will she ever overcome the madness? Dive in guys!!! It's going to be fun!!🤸💃

Note: Please refrain from controversial remarks and comments. This story is not written to offend any religion and culture. If you cannot digest it, please leave. I won't be entertaining any biased, harsh, or judgmental views. ............. "They took my freedom I will take their everything" Revenge is a wonderful thing Unless... "So you are satisfied with how things are proceeding for you? You don't crave for more? You don't thirst for the end?" Her smile was tight and guarded as she nodded in affirmation. He just chuckled lowly. My works are the outcome of my wild and roller-coaster crazy imagination that I nurtured with dedication and great love. I hold all the rights under my name and by all laws. So think before trying to copy/paste and plagiarism. Cheating doesn't sit well with me and I am not generous with forgiveness. Happy Reading :)

"And We have made some of you a trial for others. Will you ˹not then˺ be patient?" The first time I read this ayah in surah Furqaan, I had no idea it defined my future so clearly. ********** Hafiz Hakimi;- A 26-year-old Nigerian-American who grew up believing those who worshipped something they couldn't see were crazy motherfuckers. But it wasn't like he would go out of his way to tell them his opinion. His life was perfect, a routine of work, party, fuck, sleep, and repeat. His only source of annoyance was the woman whose vagina he popped out of, but even she was very far away from him. Life was good, everything was great. Until one fateful trip to Nigeria, his home country, set off a tornado that wrecked his mundane to pieces. Aliya Suleiman;- A 22-year-old hafiza whose only goal was to finish studying medicine, the devil's course. She only planned to get married after making her first million dollars, a feat her best friend Jasra said was impossible. She wasn't offended of course, because she never planned to get married. And if she did, it would be to someone more pious than her, mature and respectful; indulging. But then the one person she couldn't say no to begged her with tears in her eyes to marry her son. She was the woman who raised her and provided for her mother and her. There was no way she could refuse. It was the worst thing to have ever happened to both of them. A sudden downpour on an otherwise clear sunny day. He wasn't anywhere near the kind of man she imagined herself with. She was the woman raised by the person he hated the most. It was basically a recipe for disaster. She saw him as a way to repay a favour. He wanted to use her to get revenge. And as such, the stage was set and the curtains lifted. ___ ⚠️⚠️⚠️: UPDATES ON MONDAYS AND THURSDAYS ___ 🚨 This is entirely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, places, a particular culture or event; whether real or fictional, is purely coincidental.

"What's happening?, why are they taking you away? Say something already!! Please say something" I broke down in hot tears as I dragged him trying to set him free from their grip. "I'm sorry babe" he mouthed as tears dropped from his eyes. I watched them take him away and he didn't look back, not even at me. Was that it, just a sorry? No explanation?. I lay there in my confused state and let the tears loose. At that moment, I felt my world fall and shatter. ********* Amara had waited almost all her life to find happiness, one in form of love. Desperate as ever, she tried all possible ways to gain attention from males but each time, they seemed to be drifting farther. Just when she had given up, Nathan Amah comes into the picture. Handsome as ever and bearing all features she's dreamt of in a man. Giving more attention and love than she had ever hoped to get. Amara as she is often called,wouldn't hesitate to jump on an opportunity of love set in front of her. But as they say,good things don't last long. How long would her love ride last before things begin to turn sour? Find out in this heart felt story which is promising to be exciting!!!! **** This book is a work of fiction. All names and characters used are from the writer's imagination. Any resemblance to another is a mere act of coincidence. Thank you. The cover picture is from Pinterest.com Yours sincerely, Eviee Genny.

"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