Determined to drop an unrequited self acclaimed tittle, Christiane goes out of her way to beat the requirements of the Gen z baddie list. easy peasy , not so ? but when Christiane dips her toes too deep in the so called social waters she becomes involved in a drug peddling scandal she realizes fame comes with a huge price

BEING A TEEN SERIES: THAT GUY (BOOK 1) Every single teenage girl fantasizes. And most times they fantasize about the same thing. About THAT GUY. THAT GUY, she'll have a crush on and he'll discover and like her back. THAT GUY, that will sweep her off her feet. THAT GUY, that's gonna spoil her rotten. THAT GUY, that's gonna give her everything she wants. THAT GUY, that's gonna call her and she'll blush while they talk for 6,7 hours. THAT GUY, that his message would be the first message she'll see in the morning and the one she'll see when she's about to sleep. THAT GUY, that's gonna be with her through her times of pains. THAT GUY, who's gonna be her Red Ranger and be overly possessive of her. THAT GUY, that can't get angry with her even though she's the most annoying person on earth. THAT GUY, that's gonna shower her with love. THAT GUY, that's gonna hold her hands and remind her everyday that "You are the most beautiful person on earth" THAT GUY, that she's gonna love in love with and would love fall in love with her too. Well, I Olaniyi Omotoke wasn't exempted from this fantasy, infact I was the queen of fantasizing. Korean movies weren't helping either. I was waiting and anxiously waiting for THAT particularly GUY. But if anyone told me, that THAT GUY was going to be Ajayi-Ayodele Philip,Boston's most sought after guy, he was my one year senior and also the school Assistant Senior Prefect Boy. Philip was perfect. He was God's own made human. I was sure, God took a day off to create him and God was extremely patient in creating. But I never saw him except assembly days because SS3 block was segregated from the normal Senior Secondary School Academic Block, you couldn't just run into any SS3 student not to talk of Snr Phil, that was what everyone called him. But here's the question, what if to THAT GUY, am not THAT GIRL?

He was now striding purposefully towards her as she tried as much as she could to compose her self. She wasn't wrong. It was Umar. Umar the brashly arrogant, softhearted egoist she once loved intensely. Deep inside her, she knew she still does but she has to stop. HIS GORGEOUS MUSLIMAH is a story like no other. Read to find out how destiny played it part in the lives of Minal and Umar

"She don't want my money She don't want nobody She just wants loyalty She wants my loyalty. "

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?