In the heart of Africa, amidst the scorching sun and endless savannah, dwelled a tribe like no other. The ebony-skinned warriors of the infamous Ebony Tribe were renowned for their resilience and strength. Among them stood a figure, a rogue warrior named Ezren, adorned with long dreadlocks that whispered of ancient tales and wisdom. With his trusty sword, he defied all odds and forged his destiny. But the Ebony Tribe faced treacherous times. For years, envy and hatred had engulfed the rival tribes, each yearning to claim the immense power the Ebony Tribe possessed. Their plots grew sinister, their hunger for dominance insatiable. And in the moonlit night that forever scarred Ezren's heart, a vicious alliance descended on the unsuspecting Ebony Tribe, leaving nothing but devastation and sorrow in its wake. Ezren, the soul survivor, beheld the carnage with a mix of sorrow and fury. His eyes, burning like the fires of revenge, swore to avenge his fallen brethren. He knew that the only way to end this cycle of bloodshed and restore balance was to unmask the malevolent order behind the rival tribes.

From getting thrown out of the house alongside her parents, to living with the devil and falling in love only to find herself walking the streets of Lagos. Enjoy the intriguing story of Attracta. Ranked: Number 1 on #Nigeria🇳🇬🇳🇬🇳🇬🇳🇬🇳🇬🇳🇬🇳🇬🇳🇬🇳🇬🇳🇬🇳🇬 on July 29th,2020 - September 2020.

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Once upon a time, I walked down the aisle in a beautiful white dress to get married to the man of my dreams. And because we were the envy of the decade, everyone round the world came to witness us become one in the eyes of God. We held hands, said our 'I do's, and unified our love with a kiss. My desi prince swept me off my feet, and carried me to his castle where we lived happily ever after. Except that wasn't what happened, and I got ditched at the altar by the sorry cunt. All because I ruined his bachelor's night, punched his best man, set a girl's hair on fire in process, and got us all arrested five hours before the church service. Is that enough plot teasing to make you read my story? Oh, where are my manners? Hi, I'm Tania Valiente. And apparently, I'm the drama.

My sister has always attracted the wrong crowd who didn't hesitate to take advantage of her meek heart. Right from small, Zikora's naïvety always made me fight with every single one of her 'friends'. I have never been comfortable with any of her so-called friendships. Not even the one she was in at the moment with her new roommate. Funny enough was that I actually liked their relationship. It was pure, true, and more of a sisterhood. For the first time in history, Zikora made a true friend. I inwardly approved of the friendship, when the girl in question, didn't think twice in lunging a frying pan at my little sister's ex-boyfriend. And I know as you're reading this, you may ask yourself, what was my issue then? My issue wasn't with the friendship, but the babe herself. Her appearance reminded me of that Disney princess that had the complexion of a vampire. Snow White, very innocent looking creature. But that girl was the definition of a werey in disguise. Chineke ekwela! And I know you've already started judging me as the problematic character already. I am not problematic, she is. You may begin to think that okay I'm probably overreacting. Oga, Aunty, I am not overreacting. On the first day of meeting her, this babe carried her old fashioned okrika shoe that looked like it suffered for nineteen years, and threw it at the glass of my car while I was driving. Aunty, ha si na hel zipụ gị, ma-ọbụ site n'oké ọhịa ọjọọ dị n'obodo m? {did they send you from hell, or from the evil forest in my village?} That one is her business sha. She should just carry her small bum bum and stay on her own, because she's really getting on my nerves. I don't blame her, because she knows she's fine. That's why she's doing all this bullshit. But all that I know is using the word 'mad' in a sentence, I would say; Biboere Mirabel Madagascar is a MAD WOMAN. Come and fight me. {This is the sequel to Mad Woman I. For a better comprehension, it would be advised to r

My sister has always attracted the wrong crowd who didn't hesitate to take advantage of her meek heart. Right from small, Zikora's naïvety always made me fight with every single one of her 'friends'. I have never been comfortable with any of her so-called friendships. Not even the one she was in at the moment with her new roommate. Funny enough was that I actually liked their relationship. It was pure, true, and more of a sisterhood. For the first time in history, Zikora made a true friend. I inwardly approved of the friendship, when the girl in question, didn't think twice in lunging a frying pan at my little sister's ex-boyfriend. And I know as you're reading this, you may ask yourself, what was my issue then? My issue wasn't with the friendship, but the babe herself. Her appearance reminded me of that Disney princess that had the complexion of a vampire. Snow White, very innocent looking creature. But that girl was the definition of a werey in disguise. Chineke ekwela! And I know you've already started judging me as the problematic character already. I am not problematic, she is. You may begin to think that okay I'm probably overreacting. Oga, Aunty, I am not overreacting. On the first day of meeting her, this babe carried her old fashioned okrika shoe that looked like it suffered for nineteen years, and threw it at the glass of my car while I was driving. Aunty, ha si na hel zipụ gị, ma-ọbụ site n'oké ọhịa ọjọọ dị n'obodo m? {did they send you from hell, or from the evil forest in my village?} That one is her business sha. She should just carry her small bum bum and stay on her own, because she's really getting on my nerves. I don't blame her, because she knows she's fine. That's why she's doing all this bullshit. But all that I know is using the word 'mad' in a sentence, I would say; Biboere Mirabel Madagascar is a MAD WOMAN. Come and fight me. {This is the sequel to Mad Woman I. For a better comprehension, it would be advised to r

I didn't come here to be anyone's fantasy. Not his. Not the dean's. And definitely not while my own life is falling apart. After everything that happened with my family, I just wanted a clean slate - lectures, exams, maybe some quiet. But he won't leave me alone. The way he looks at me isn't professional. It isn't safe. And worst of all... it's starting to feel familiar. He's older. Powerful. Sharp in that dangerous kind of way, the kind that makes your stomach twist and your pride rise. And no matter how hard I try to stay away, his presence lingers in the hallways, in my thoughts, in the places I swore I'd never go again. I know how these stories end: girl gets too close, girl gets burned. But no one warns you how warm the fire feels, how human, how haunting, how much like home. I'm trying to hold my ground. But the line between desire and danger, consent and coercion, is thinner than I ever imagined. And if I fall this time... I won't be the only one who gets scorched. Because his wife is watching. And she's smiling.

BILLIONAIRE BAD BOYS SERIES BOOK 1 HIS HAZEL EYE WITCH Billionaire bad boy Uche Okoha had sworn off relationship and marriage after his ex fiance ran off with his business partner, his pact with the women folk was take as much as he was giving and he certainly had more than enough to give. Not just his deep rooted money coming from his vast muti billion business empire but he was built like an athlete and possessed the ruggedly handsome face of an African deity. Then he met Nma and he realized that with all he had, he might not have all it would take to love a woman like her. Simple enough, he should walk away but his routes kept leading back to her to his confusion. Then he kissed her. What started as a deliberate plan to subdue her to his power turned around on him and he became the subdued. THE MOST ANNOYING MAN SHE HAS EVER MET Nma had her life well planned out to the finest tips. She owned a successful fashion house, She was young and amazingly beautiful, smart and very reserved, only dating sparingly, keeping everything platonic until she would get married. Then she met Uche Okoha the most eligible bachelor in the country and worst playboy ever. No problem there at all, he was not her type, if only she would get her treacherous heart to agree. She could feel her resistance melting away, it was like a million stars exploding all over her head, leaving her eager and willing to return his kiss. WHEN THE HEART KNOWS Love conquers all things or so they say. They both knew it wouldn't work. They are both from different worlds but their hearts seem to know something they didn't, when love comes calling their is really no other choice but to answer, including an obsessed psychopath to close for comfort.

Diary Of A Black Empress is basically a book of an Empress's emotions, feelings, and way of thinking that was turned into poems, songs, quotes of inspirations, quotes of love, quotes of the heart and the breaking of the heart and other creative way of writing. A book of teen experiences, crushes, and girl stuffs that almost every girl can relate to. A book of arts of many kinds, love, beauty, et cetera. A book of pep talks and advises, and so many more. Read the Diary to see it's contents written by the Black Empress.