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Love in the Time of Assembly I've always had a thing for guys with dark skin - there's something undeniably manly and sexy about them. Standing in the scorching sun during school assembly, I felt a different kind of heat as our new teacher, Simo-esihle Zungu, introduced himself. His name suited him perfectly, I must say. Just as I was taking him in, the bell rang, signaling the start of classes. I wouldn't see him again until break time, since he only taught commerce stream, and I was in science stream. For a moment, I regretted not taking Accounting, but then I remembered why I'd chosen science: only 10 out of 50 students had passed grade 11 in the commerce class, whereas our science class had 30 students, and I was determined to succeed.

Till Death Do Us Part - is a romance-driven novel about two opposites colliding in a high-stakes corporate world. Nomthawelanga, a meticulous accountant, finds her orderly life turned upside down when Zwelibanzi ,a man with a criminal past, forced by his retiring father to take over the family company in a bid to clean up his life. Despite their clashing worlds, they find themselves drawn to each other, sparking an unexpected connection that changes them both—for better or worse. Zwelibanzi's arrival sparks a transformative and dangerous love—one that forces both to confront their darkest secrets and redefine what it means to be worthy of each other. Till Death Do Us Part , where redemption is a ledger written in blood, and the heart’s most dangerous debt is the one it chooses to owe.

bankruptcy 1: The Tipping point within the early many years of the 21st century, humanity stood at a crossroads. The planet groaned underneath the burden of environmental destruction, weather trade, and aid depletion. despite advances in era, industries nonetheless clung to old practices that polluted the air and water. The Amazon Rainforest, once the planet's lungs, shrank at an alarming rate. towns packed with smog as extreme weather events became extra frequent and devastating. Scientists warned that Earth became fast approaching a tipping factor. If worldwide temperatures rose beyond a critical threshold, the results might be irreversible. some countries took competitive action, investing in renewable energy and sustainable agriculture, even as others remained indifferent, blinded by using quick-time period economic gains. Amidst the growing disaster, a collection of visionaries—scientists, activists, and global leaders—came collectively to push for radical trade. They knew that best a worldwide effort could save the planet from a catastrophic destiny. --- chapter 2: The Age of Transformation by means of the mid-twenty first century, a revolution become underway. Renewable power had become the dominant supply of power, with solar, wind, and fusion generation replacing fossil fuels. Nations that had as soon as relied on oil located new prosperity in inexperienced generation. superior recycling systems and vertical farms decreased waste and food shortages. Humanity had in the end discovered to work with nature rather than in opposition to it. the most important breakthrough came within the form of weather engineering. Scientists developed strategies to put off excess carbon from the atmosphere, restoring stability to the climate. artificial intelligence helped manipulate global ecosystems, predicting and preventing environmental screw ups earlier than they happened. cities converted into self-maintaining hubs, protected in greenery, with clean air and efficient transportation. Humanity had now not best survived however had begun to heal the harm it as soon as inflicted on the planet. --- bankruptcy 3: a brand new dawn The yr 2100 arrived with a global massively one-of-a-kind from the beyond. The scars of previous centuries remained, however they served as reminders of the lessons discovered. the sea levels had stabilized, biodiversity turned into flourishing, and the air was more energizing than it had been in centuries. Humanity had embraced a new manner of life—one that prioritized concord with the surroundings. schooling structures positioned sustainability at their middle, ensuring future generations might never repeat the mistakes of the beyond. Governments operated with international cooperation, knowledge that the survival of one country trusted the health of the planet as a whole. space exploration had superior as properly, with settlements on Mars and the Moon serving as testbeds for sustainable living beyond Earth. The dream of increasing civilization into the cosmos become alive, however this time, humans had found out to admire the worlds they touched. The planet nevertheless had demanding situations, but for the primary time in history, humanity turned into united in its cause: to guard and nurture the best home it had ever known. A future once uncertain had become a beacon of hope, proving that exchange become now not just possible—it changed into inevitable. --- Epilogue: The future We choose The future of Earth is not written in stone; it is shaped via the alternatives humanity makes nowadays. If we embody obligation, innovation, and cooperation, the planet can thrive for generations to come back. The question stays: do we upward push to the event, or will we allow history to repeat itself? the solution lies in our arms. "A destiny of This Planet Earth," dependent in 3 chapters that discover the demanding situations, variations, and final renewal of our international.

From the book Besmirch, now bringing you Tainted. This is Aaron Langa's version of events and will be exclusive to Visionary Writings, Wattpad and Inkitt only as was Besmirch. You don't want to miss out, an emotional rollercoaster ride of Aaron having to read about what his wife went through via a book that was set to be released within a week.

Adiche (18 LS) - From Besmirch and the Stiletto Series From Besmirch and the Stiletto series comes Adiche, a gripping tale that delves into the life of a character who has captured the hearts and minds of readers. Adiche, the enigmatic Dungeon Master, was first introduced as a vital supporting character in Besmirch, where his influence on Asante's journey was undeniable. He then returned as Olayemi's best friend in the Stiletto Series, leaving readers wanting more. In Adiche, we take a deep dive into his world beyond the shadows of these books. At just 14 years old, Adiche had mastered the art of control, punishment, and the delicate balance of power within the luxurious yet dangerous mansions of Johannesburg. Raised under the strict guidance of Ibrahim senior, Adiche's journey from a young boy to a formidable Dungeon Master is one of both fascination and unease. In this standalone novel, discover the inner workings of Adiche's mind, the challenges he faces, and the choices that shape his path. You'll love him, hate him, and ultimately be captivated by him as you explore the complex and erotic world he commands. Prepare to experience Adiche like never before-his rise, his fall, and everything in between.

It was a crisp morning, the kind that whispered promises of adventure. I had no idea that by the time the sun set, my life would change forever. The day began like any other. I woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside my window, stretched lazily, and prepared for what I thought would be an ordinary day. My best friend, Thabo, had convinced me to go on a hike up the old Devil’s Peak trail, a path notorious for its eerie tales and sudden weather changes. “Come on, Nathi,” he had said the night before. “It’ll be fun! We’ll take pictures, breathe in fresh air, and maybe—just maybe—prove that all those scary stories are nonsense.” With some hesitation, I agreed. We set off just after sunrise, our backpacks filled with snacks, water, and a sense of excitement. The first few kilometers were easy, the trail winding gently through towering trees. But as we climbed higher, the air grew colder, and an uneasy silence settled around us. Then, we heard it—a whisper. At first, I thought it was the wind whistling through the trees. But when I turned to Thabo, his face had turned pale. “You heard that, right?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper. I nodded. The sound came again, closer this time. A low, haunting murmur that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Then, out of nowhere, the ground beneath us gave way. We tumbled down a steep slope, landing in a small, hidden clearing. As I pushed myself up, pain shot through my ankle. I had twisted it badly. That’s when we saw it—a figure standing at the edge of the trees. A woman, dressed in a flowing white dress, her face hidden in the shadows. She didn’t move, didn’t speak. She just stood there, watching. My heart pounded. Every legend about Devil’s Peak came rushing back—the stories of lost souls, wandering spirits, and hikers who disappeared without a trace. Thabo grabbed my arm. “We need to get out of here.” With every ounce of strength, I hobbled as fast as I could. The woman remained still, but I could feel her gaze burning into my back. The moment we reached the main trail, the whispering stopped. When I looked back, she was gone. We never spoke about it again. But to this day, I still dream about that woman. Who was she? Why was she there? I may never know. But one thing is certain—that was the day I will never forget. Here’s the second chapter of your story, continuing the suspense and mystery: --- Chapter 2: The Haunting Truth Days passed, but the memory of that woman haunted me. Every night, I dreamt of her standing at the edge of the trees, her white dress flowing like mist. Each time, she seemed to get closer. At first, I tried to shake it off. Maybe it was just my mind playing tricks on me. But then strange things started happening. One evening, as I sat alone in my room, the whispering returned. Faint at first, like a distant echo. But soon, it grew louder. "Nathi… Nathi…" I spun around, my heart pounding. The room was empty. The only sound was my own ragged breathing. I refused to believe I was losing my mind, so I called Thabo. “Bro, have you had any… weird dreams lately?” I asked, trying to sound casual. There was a long pause. “You too?” His voice was barely above a whisper. My stomach tightened. “You mean—” “She’s in my dreams too, Nathi. And I swear, every night, she gets closer.” A cold chill crawled up my spine. That’s when we decided—we had to go back to Devil’s Peak. The Return to Devil’s Peak The next day, armed with flashlights and a desperate need for answers, we made our way back up the trail. This time, every step felt heavier, the air thick with an unspoken dread. When we reached the clearing where we had fallen, an eerie silence surrounded us. The trees stood still, not even a breeze stirring their leaves. Then, we saw it. Half-buried in the dirt was an old, rusted locket. With shaky hands, I picked it up and flipped it open. Inside was a faded picture of a young woman—the same woman from our nightmares. Thabo took a sharp breath. “Who is she?” Before I could answer, the whispering returned. But this time, it wasn’t distant. It was right behind us. Slowly, we turned. And there she was. Only this time… she wasn’t just watching. She was reaching for us.

What happens when a chance encounter at a club leads to a passionate one-night stand, only to discover later that the stranger has a fiancée- and he is a member of the influential family you're working for?

By [Nkosinathi Mbele] --- Page 1 The discuss was thick with warm and pressure as Maya stood at the edge of the swarm, holding a cardboard sign with striking, dark letters: Dark LIVES MATTER. She had painted the words herself that morning, the brush strokes overwhelming with reason. Around her, the roads of Chicago beat with energy—chants, strides, car horns in back. The individuals moved as one, their voices rising against bad form. Maya had never been to a challenge some time recently. At sixteen, she had continuously observed from the sidelines—on TV, on social media—until the day her more seasoned brother, Jamal, was ceased by the police for "coordinating a depiction." No charges. No wrongdoing. Just another Dark boy within the off-base put at the off-base time. Jamal came domestic that night, shaken but noiseless. Their mother had embraced him firmly, whispering, "I'm fair happy you're secure." But Maya couldn't shake the fear in her brother's eyes. She knew she couldn't remain quiet any longer. And so, she stood here presently, heart beating, sign raised tall. --- Page 2 As the walk moved forward, Maya felt a surge of pride. She was encompassed by individuals of all ages, races, and backgrounds—students, guardians, elders—united for one cause. The chants resounded in her chest. "Say his title!" somebody yelled. "GEORGE FLOYD!" the swarm reacted. Maya's throat fixed. The stories were endless—Breonna Taylor, Tamir Rice, Sandra Bland—names that ought to have been living, breathing dreams, not hashtags. Abruptly, a voice broke through the commotion. "Hello, kid!" Maya turned to see an more seasoned lady, her gray twists bouncing as she grinned. "To begin with dissent?" Maya gestured. The lady tapped her bear. "You're making history, sweetheart. Keep that fire lively." A warmth spread through Maya's chest. She wasn't fair here for Jamal. She was here for all of them. At that point, a commotion ejected up ahead—police shaping a blockade, pressures rising. Maya's beat animated. But the lady adjacent to her held firm. "We stand together," she whispered. Maya gestured, holding her sign more tightly. --- Page 3 The sun plunged underneath the horizon, but the walk didn’t halt. Maya saw a small boy on his father’s shoulders, chanting with all his might. She saw an craftsman spray-painting a wall painting: "No Equity, No Peace." She saw hands clasped, outsiders turned into family. This development was greater than her, greater than any one individual. It was almost equity. It was approximately cherish. It was almost making beyond any doubt no one else had tolive in fear because of the color of their skin. As Maya strolled domestic that night, her sign was bowed at the corners, her voice rough, her heart full. She knew one thing for certain. This was as it were the starting. --- Chapter 4: The First Step The air was thick with heat and tension as Maya stood at the edge of the crowd, gripping a cardboard sign with bold, black letters: BLACK LIVES MATTER. She had painted the words herself that morning, the brush strokes heavy with purpose. Around her, the streets of Chicago pulsed with energy—chants, footsteps, car horns in support. The people moved as one, their voices rising against injustice. Maya had never been to a protest before. At sixteen, she had always watched from the sidelines—on TV, on social media—until the day her older brother, Jamal, was stopped by the police for "matching a description." No charges. No crime. Just another Black boy in the wrong place at the wrong time. Jamal came home that night, shaken but silent. Their mother had hugged him tightly, whispering, "I'm just glad you're safe." But Maya couldn't shake the fear in her brother's eyes. She knew she couldn't stay silent anymore. And so, she stood here now, heart pounding, sign raised high. --- Chapter 5: The Power of Many As the march moved forward, Maya felt a surge of pride. She was surrounded by people of all ages, races, and backgrounds—students, parents, elders—united for one cause. The chants echoed in her chest. "Say his name!" someone shouted. "GEORGE FLOYD!" the crowd responded. Maya's throat tightened. The stories were endless—Breonna Taylor, Tamir Rice, Sandra Bland—names that should have been living, breathing dreams, not hashtags. Suddenly, a voice broke through the noise. "Hey, kid!" Maya turned to see an older woman, her gray curls bouncing as she smiled. "First protest?" Maya nodded. The woman patted her shoulder. "You're making history, sweetheart. Keep that fire alive." A warmth spread through Maya's chest. She wasn’t just here for Jamal. She was here for all of them. Then, a commotion erupted up ahead—police forming a barricade, tensions rising. Maya's pulse quickened. But the woman beside her held firm. "We stand together," she whispered. Maya nodded, gripping her sign tighter. --- Chapter 6: When Fear Stands in the Way The police line was growing. Officers in riot gear blocked the street, gripping batons. The chanting wavered, uncertainty spreading through the crowd. Maya felt her breath hitch. What if they started pushing people? What if things turned violent? She saw a teenage boy a few feet ahead—probably her age—raising his hands. "We’re peaceful!" he shouted. "Hands up, don’t shoot!" The crowd followed: "Hands up, don’t shoot!" Maya forced herself to breathe. Fear clawed at her, but she had come too far to turn back. She looked at the woman beside her, then at the people around her—standing, unshaken, determined. She swallowed hard and lifted her voice. "Hands up, don’t shoot!" The chant caught fire. --- Chapter 7: More Than a Moment Hours later, the sun dipped below the skyline, but the march didn’t stop. Maya’s feet ached, her voice was hoarse, but she felt alive. She saw a little boy on his father’s shoulders, chanting with all his might. She saw an artist spray-painting a mural: "No Justice, No Peace." She saw hands clasped, strangers turned into family. Her phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out—Jamal’s name on the screen. "Are you okay?" he texted. Maya smiled and snapped a photo of the march. "I’m here. For you. For all of us." A few seconds later, Jamal replied: "Proud of you, lil sis." Her heart swelled. This wasn’t just a moment. It was a movement. And Maya wasn’t going to stop. --- Chapter 8: Beyond the Streets The next morning, Maya sat at the kitchen table, scrolling through pictures from the march. Her sign leaned against the wall, a reminder of what she had stood for. But as the protest faded into memory, something nagged at her. “What happens now?” she asked Jamal. He looked up from his cereal. “What do you mean?” “The protest was powerful, but…what’s next? How do we actually change things?” Jamal nodded. “Protesting is just one step. Now, we educate ourselves. We vote. We support Black businesses. We hold leaders accountable.” Maya tapped her fingers on the table. "I want to do more." Jamal grinned. "Then do it." That day, Maya started a blog, sharing stories from the march, spreading awareness. She signed petitions, joined discussions at school, and vowed to keep fighting—off the streets and into everyday life. Because Black Lives Matter wasn’t just a protest. It was a promise. --- Chapter 9: The Fire Inside Months passed, but Maya never stopped. She organized a fundraiser for victims of police violence. She spoke at her school about systemic racism. She even wrote letters to city officials demanding police reform. One day, she got an email. Subject: You Inspired Me. A girl from another school had read Maya’s blog and decided to start a Black Student Union. Maya’s hands shook as she read the message. She was just one person, but her voice had reached someone. And that meant everything. As she stepped outside, the wind carried whispers of chants from that day. She closed her eyes and let the memory wash over her. The fire inside her burned brighter than ever. And she wasn’t done yet. --- Chapter 10: The Backlash Maya’s blog was gaining attention. People from her school and beyond were reading her posts, sharing their own stories, and getting involved in the fight for justice. But not everyone was supportive. One morning, as she scrolled through the comments, her stomach dropped. "You're just stirring up trouble." "Police save lives. Why are you attacking them?" "All Lives Matter." Maya clenched her fists. She expected resistance, but seeing it written out made her chest tighten. At school, she felt the stares. Some classmates avoided her in the halls. Others whispered behind her back. "Don't let them get to you," Jamal said when she told him. "When you speak truth, some people will try to silence you. That just means you're making an impact." Maya nodded, but doubt still gnawed at her. Could she really keep doing this? That night, she got a message from a girl named Aisha: "I read your blog. My brother was stopped by the police last year for no reason. I thought no one cared. Thank you for speaking up." Maya stared at the message, her heart pounding. This was why she couldn’t stop. She took a deep breath and started typing her next blog post. --- Chapter 11: The School Walkout The school hallway buzzed with whispers. The administration had ignored their request for a Black History assembly. Students had asked, emailed, even met with the principal—but nothing. So Maya and her friends planned something bigger. At exactly 10 a.m., dozens of students stood up and walked out of their classrooms. Maya’s heart pounded as she stepped into the hallway. More students joined—Black, white, Latino, Asian—marching toward the front doors. By the time they reached the courtyard, over a hundred students stood together, holding signs and chanting. "No justice, no peace!" Teachers peered from the windows. The principal stormed outside, his face red. "Go back to class, now!" Maya stepped forward, her voice steady. "We asked to be heard. You ignored us. So we’re making you listen." The principal hesitated. The students weren’t moving. A news van pulled up at the curb, cameras rolling. Maya swallowed hard. She had never spoken on TV before. But as the reporter approached, she knew one thing—she was ready. --- Chapter 12: The Movement Grows The school walkout made headlines. Maya’s phone blew up with messages—some hateful, but many supportive. A local activist group reached out, inviting her to speak at a community event. The night of the event, Maya stood on a small stage, her hands trembling. The crowd waited. She thought about Jamal. About the march. About Aisha, the girl who had messaged her. She gripped the mic. "I used to think I wasn’t powerful enough to make change. But I was wrong. Every voice matters. And we won’t stop until justice isn’t just a dream—it’s reality." Applause erupted. Maya felt the fire inside her grow. This wasn’t just her fight anymore. It was a movement. And she was just getting started. --- Chapter 13: The Cost of Change The morning after the walkout, Maya arrived at school to find her locker vandalized. Red marker scrawled across the metal: "Shut up. No one cares." Her stomach twisted. She felt eyes on her, some curious, some smug. A group of students snickered as they walked past. Jamal’s words echoed in her mind: When you speak truth, some people will try to silence you. She pulled out her phone and snapped a picture. By lunchtime, it was trending. THIS is why we protest. she captioned it. You try to erase us, but we’re louder than ever. Messages flooded in. Some supportive. Some cruel. Her hands trembled. Was she strong enough for this? Then, a familiar voice broke through her thoughts. “We got your back, Maya.” She turned to see Aisha, along with a group of students—Black, white, Latino, Asian—all standing with her. Aisha held up a marker. “Let’s fix this.” One by one, they covered the hateful message with words of their own: HOPE. UNITY. JUSTICE. BLACK LIVES MATTER. Maya exhaled, the weight in her chest lifting. They weren’t backing down. --- Chapter 14: The Invitation Two weeks after the protest, Maya got an email that made her heart race. Subject: We Need Your Voice. It was from a civil rights organization, inviting her to a youth panel in Washington, D.C. They had seen the walkout. The speeches. The impact she was making. She reread the email twice. "Jamal," she said, barely breathing. "They want me to speak in D.C." Jamal’s eyes widened. “Are you serious?!” Their mom looked up from the kitchen table. “Maya, that’s huge!” But doubt crept in. “What if I mess up? What if I say the wrong thing?” Jamal crossed his arms. “You’ve been speaking up this whole time. This is just a bigger stage.” Maya thought back to the first protest, how her hands had trembled holding that sign. How she had found her voice, step by step. She took a deep breath and typed her reply. "I’d be honored to speak." --- Chapter 15: The Speech Heard Everywhere The bright lights made Maya’s pulse quicken. She stood backstage, gripping her speech, her heart pounding louder than the applause from the previous speaker. She peeked out at the massive audience. Activists. Leaders. Young people like her. “You’re up next,” a staff member whispered. Maya stepped forward. The stage felt huge. The microphone felt heavy. Then she looked into the crowd—and spotted a little girl in the front row, watching her with wide, hopeful eyes. Maya took a deep breath. “My name is Maya Daniels, and I am sixteen years old.” Her voice rang out. “I never thought I’d be standing here. I used to think change was something that only adults could make. But I was wrong.” She looked around, meeting the eyes of the people listening. “We are the change,” she continued. “Every march. Every post. Every conversation. Every time we refuse to stay silent, we are pushing history forward.” The audience was still, hanging on her words. “We are not just a moment. We are a movement. And we are just getting started.” Applause erupted. Cheers. Maya stepped back, heart racing, eyes shining. She had found her voice. And she was never letting go. --- The End of the story.

Seed That Tore Us Apart is a gripping and emotional tale that delves into the complexities of love, family, and betrayal. Thandiwe, a modern, ambitious woman from the city, marries Sipho, a proud man rooted in his rural Zulu traditions. Their whirlwind romance quickly evolves into a marriage filled with cultural clashes, family pressures, and a deep desire for children. But when infertility strikes, Thandiwe is faced with an agonizing choice—one that will lead her down a path of deception. In a desperate attempt to conceive, Thandiwe secretly turns to Bongani, her husband's brother, for help, undergoing IVF with his sperm. When the twins are born, the family is elated, but as the years pass, suspicions begin to surface, and the truth threatens to tear everything apart. Secrets are exposed, hearts are broken, and the family is divided.

A defiant PA is obsessed with her boss after they ended the fling that was going on between them before the boss's fiance Theodora visits. Lucy is doing all she can to worm her way to Theodora' heart to win her as friend while she plots to separate her from her fiance. After winning Theodora as a friend, she stops the wedding.

The novel appears to be a romantic and thought-provoking story that explores the human experience. It seems to be centered around the protagonist, Sophia Patel, a 19-year-old who encounters a mysterious stranger at the beach. Their chance meeting sets off a chain of events that will likely change Sophia's life forever.The story is likely to delve into themes of love, relationships, and self-discovery, as Sophia navigates her feelings and emotions. The novel may also explore the complexities of human connections and the ways in which people can impact our lives.

Kyrie Hart thought moving to the city would be her fresh start—but within days, she’s fired, broke, and on the verge of giving up. A night out meant to cheer her up turns into something else entirely when she crosses paths with the dangerously handsome and infuriatingly smug Mr. Reynolds—the very man who got her fired. He’s powerful, untouchable, and clearly trouble, yet fate keeps throwing them together in the most unexpected ways. As Kyrie tries to navigate her way through the chaos of the city—new friends, an unexpected job, and a growing attraction she refuses to acknowledge—she soon realizes that getting caught in Mr. Reynolds's world might be the most dangerous thing of all. Is she ready for the game he plays? Or is she just another pawn in it?

In this seductive journey, we delve deep into the intense lives of Shadow Ibrahim and Adaego Ibrahim, characters you’ve come to know and crave from Red Lace and Price to Pay. Adae, the fierce and spoiled daughter of a cutthroat businessman, and Shadow, the embodiment of power, control, and dominance, come together in a tale that’s as dark as it is tantalizing. This story teases back the layers, unveiling the scorching path that led them to each other. From Adae’s privileged upbringing, sheltered yet drawn to the dangerous allure of men like her father, to Shadow's calculated rise as a ruthless businessman—untouchable, except by her. The fire between them simmers, pulsating with an undeniable, electric tension, even before their worlds collide. But this is more than a prequel. It’s the bridge that connects the past with the aftermath of Red Lace. Their love is explosive, their passion raw, but the price they pay for their dark desires could either bind them together or rip them apart forever. Prepare for a wild ride through power, seduction, and the intricate dance of dominance and submission. Will their lust fuel the flames of love, or will their hunger for control destroy them both?

In the pulsating heart of Cape Town, "Fool For Love" unfolds, a scintillating tale of passion, betrayal, and redemption that will grip your senses and leave you yearning for more. Meet Zama, a vivacious young journalist whose promising life takes a devastating turn when her husband, driven by greed, callously sells her to the one person she loathes. Reduced to nothing, Zama faces the daunting task of rebuilding her shattered life from the ground up. On the flip side, enter Sipho, a seemingly typical wealthy tycoon exuding dominance. His life, meticulously controlled, spirals into chaos when Zama is thrust into his world. For a man accustomed to having everything in order, the sudden storm Zama brings challenges him in ways he never thought possible. As Zama and Sipho navigate the turbulent waters of their entwined destinies, sparks fly, and boundaries are pushed. Sipho, a man unacquainted with love, finds himself captivated by the enigmatic Zama. Can he rise to the challenge, or will the tempest of emotions consume them both? In "Price To Pay," discover that love's price is steep, and the choices made in its name can alter the course of life irreversibly. Will Zama succumb to the allure of her past, or will she pay the ultimate price for love? The journey is fraught with passion, danger, and unexpected twists as these two souls grapple with the profound complexities of the

The rain fell in steady sheets, beating on the asphalt as Mia surged down the road, holding her coat near around her. She overlooked her umbrella—once more. Regular. She ventured beneath the canopy of a small café, hurling her damp hair. When she looked upward, her eyes associated with his. Ethan. He sat at a corner table, inertly mixing his coffee. His dim hair was a bit untidy, his penetrating blue eyes watching her with repressed entertainment. "Still taking off your umbrella behind, I see?" he clowned, his tone warm with nature. Mia let out a delicate chuckle, her heart rippling in her chest. It had been three a long time since she had final experienced him—three a long time since their adore had fallen separated due to the burden of partition and unexpressed sentiments. "I assume a few things stay consistent," she said, wiping raindrops off her sleeves. Ethan bumped the chair inverse him with his foot, signaling an welcome. Taking after a minute of instability, she facilitated herself into the chair. For a brief time, they fair remained situated, the air around them overwhelming with memories. "How have you been doing?" Ethan asked, his tone gentler presently. Mia stopped. Extraordinary. Possessed. You? He advertised a slight grin. Indistinguishable. "Be that as it may, I frequently think almost you." Her breathing stopped. The way he looked at her—it felt as in case no time had gone by at all. "I continually missed you," he confessed, holding his coffee glass more tightly. "And I lament permitting you to take off." Mia swallowed with trouble. She had committed so much time persuading herself that moving forward was the proper choice, that flight was fundamental. However as she sat there, with Ethan looking at her as in case she were everything that tallied, her certainty started to falter. Exterior, the rain kept pouring, eradicating the past.

A new magical journey is merged as Lerato faces hate from her own family, she later finds herself in twisted love unable to identify her emotions.

Meet Zamahlubi, a young adult trapped in a toxic relationship with Tumisho, who fluctuates between brutal abuse and tender protection.

*Title:* The Royal Tale In a world where royalty and tradition reign, Prince Tirhani's life is shrouded in darkness. Haunted by traumatic events and guided by ominous dreams, he's forced to confront his destiny. Meanwhile, a young woman's fate is intertwined with his, threatening to upend the delicate balance of power in the kingdom. As ancient secrets and mysterious forces emerge, Tirhani must navigate the treacherous landscape of his own heart and the expectations of those around him. Will he find redemption and love, or will the shadows of his past consume him? Dive into this epic fantasy romance, where royal intrigue, magic, and forbidden love collide in a world of ancient traditions and forgotten love

A young beautiful girl tells us the journey of how she met her highschool sweetheart, stay tuned for the up and downs of a relationship between two teenagers.

The novel is mainly about struggle that Khanyisa has been through the daughter of Mrs Boniswa Bhengu ,a women who was almost a millionaire and all was taken when her Husband died during war of the taxi associations in an unknown land and his body never claimed neither brought home,Khanyisa remain to be the breadwinner as her mother was never okay after the tragedy of her husband's death.They survived the storms and they still are yet they dont know what ate their father/husbands remains and what future holds for them

This is a fight between two sisters who are on the verge to avenge their parents who were brutally murdərɛd in front of their eyes. Will they win the fight or lose themselves in the fight? We don't know. Let's wait for the journey to start.

Ask one question, hear one answer. Do you believe in forever? following a romantic tale of a 24 year old woman who steps into a company hoping to find a job, she finds something else instead.

OUR LIFETIME SECRET Can you keep a secret? Or is your mouth watery so much that you can say a pimp? Well I have people who can.

Shattered Wings is a poignant and unflinchingly raw tale of survival, trauma, and the painful journey towards healing. The novel follows Mia Carson, a young girl who, after enduring years of abuse at the hands of a trusted family member, finds herself trapped in a cycle of silence, shame, and fear. As Mia grapples with her inner demons, her fractured relationship with her mother, and the haunting memories of her past, she begins to lose herself in the process.