After the 3 weeks orientation program of the NYSC, I was posted to a secondary school at Oyan for the one year service. I was given a room on the school compound at the Corpers' quarters. On getting to On getting to Oyan, I started looking for a Pentecostal church where I could be worshipping, and soon I was able to find one. Shortly after I started worshipping in the church, I joined the choir. Fortunately, it was at the time when the choir leader just left the church, and there was nobody to coordinate the members. Before I knew it, I was made the choir leader after being interviewed by the pastor, Pastor Williams. I was loved by everybody in the church, especially the choristers, because of my unique voice. Whenever I sing or lead a song, the whole congregation has a way of murmuring "Huuuuunnnnn!" with a sigh of satisfaction when they hear my voice. Most of the choir members were younger than me, so they call me "aunty" or "Sister Sewa". One of them was Bode, who used to play keyboard for us in the church. He was so gifted when it comes to instruments; there was no instrument he couldn't play. I always felt the presence of God whenever he was on the keyboard. I was named Adesewa after my late grandmother, who passed away shortly before I was born. My dad loved his mum so much, and hence transferred the love to me, believing that his late mother was the one who came back, more so, according to him, I was the mama's carbon copy. It was after he became saved, that he knew he was wrong. My second name was Yetunde. My dad saw me as perfect. Anything I did or said was right, even when I myself knew I was wrong. In a nutshell, I was his favorite. When my mum noticed that daddy was treating me like the apple of his eyes, she wasn't taking things easy with me at all. She spanks me at every slight mistake I made, mostly when my dad wasn't at home.

In the vibrant and bustling city of Akoma Hills, resided a group of friends who were inseparable. Until they weren't. The inexplicable disappearance of one of their own leaves them bewildered and desolate, while also fracturing their friendships. A year later, new developments spark reunions, amateur mystery-solving, and long-awaited conversations. For two former friends in particular, it sparks a little something more.

Anima and Danny have been best friends since birth. They do everything together and are practically inseparable. When emotions, betrayal, mistakes, and mean girls are thrown into the mix, things are bound to get messy.

"You want to have sex with me? Just sex, nothing else attached?" "Is it so bad? Don't you want me too?" Chike's eyes were focused on her and she could feel the heat as if laser beams were being projected on her. "This will get complicated fast." "If it does, we take a break and talk things out. What matters is that we stay friends when this is done. I don't want to lose my best friend," Ada said. "How can I say no to that?" *** After five years away from the country and silently pining for his best friend, Ada, Chike returns to Nigeria. The one thing that has been keeping him going was the promise he made to himself that once he was back, he'd confess to her. Imagine his shock when Ada introduces him to her boyfriend. Would he step back after all these years of waiting? Or would he do everything possible to get his girl. On the outside, Ada and her boyfriend John are the happiest couple but what the public doesn't know is that there are a lot of pains hidden underneath. Ada is convinced that with a little time, John would change so she continues to make excuses for his excesses. After all, love is patient. With Chike fighting to get Ada and Ada fighting to stay with John, how do you think this would play out? BOOK TWO OF THE LAGOS MEN SERIES. WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE THEMES INTENDED FOR AN 18+ AUDIENCE. PLEASE SKIP IF YOU'RE UNDERAGE.

"Obanma if you keep vibrating like a car engine, neither of us would get good sleep. I can feel the bed shaking from way over there" He gestured at the edge of the bed where lay he before. Her mouth couldn't form any words in her own defense. "I've been battling with pneumonia I would have left the bed for you. Those tiles might just worsen my case. Besides there's enough space to fit two more people on this bed." She only nodded still staring at him and recoiling inwardly at the proximity between them. Adaugo had once told her that being on the same bed with a man could make her pregnant. Oh Biology her saviour! " I am not that kind of man, I offered you a place to rest for the night and that you shall get. Sleeping with your Jean trousers on, one foot in and foot out of the bed, huddling at the edge which is quite close to the door, wouldn't really save you if I wanted something else. I am a man, I am stronger and faster. So please relax, stop shaking and go to sleep. I have a very busy schedule tomorrow and just like you, I can't sleep unless my surrounding is suitable for sleeping " How did he know all that? Was he a mind reader too? She nodded again then slowly relaxed on the bed, still very much awake. Sleeping was not really what one did in enemy camp. He smiled, gently rolling over to his side to really have a look at her. She was truly very beautiful and innocent. He knew deep down that she could escape if she wanted to, he was no superman and she would definitely elude him. His hands itched to caress and hold her, that feeling was not alien, he had always felt protective of the girl. Onyedikachi simply turned to the other side of the bed with a smile on his face and very familiar words in his heart as exhaustion drove him to sleep. Smart girl! *** Two families living peacefully as neighbors till an unfortunate event turns them into arch enemies. How long will their war last when love decides to make their children mediators?

Iwu a young girl learns that sometimes having a purpose means going against norms and traditions, but would her quest to bring changes in the law that guides men change the perception of people?

"So how long are we to wait before we hear them tinkle?" He asked with his eyes staring at the black sky,his hands in his pockets. "Not too long, sister Jessica says only the heart hears them" Nenye shut her eyes and stood still with her face upward while Michael watched her intently. She opened her eyes to find him staring at her. "You're supposed to be facing them and listening with your heart, else you won't hear " she cautioned "I doubt I would if I tried. My heart is quite preoccupied with pumping blood at a quicker rate. " He moved closer to where she stood and reached out to her face. She looked puzzled for an instant before her face relaxed. "why's that?" She enquired surprised at how squeaky her voice had become. He caressed her face gently ignoring the question she spouted. "Are you certain that you're not a minor because I'm sure Christine would bury me alive if she found out I did what I'm about to do" Nenye nodded softly affirming that she was indeed not a child. "And what exactly are you going to do?" She enquired a bit breathless. She should have never taken a sip out of that glass. Her eyes fell on his lips and her lips parted softly. Michael smiled before drawing her chin up. "I am going to hear the stars tinkle" Michael comes home after so many years only to find an intruder who poses a threat to his inheritance. He is determined to remove her from his and his father's life. But all doesn't go his way as he realizes that some enemies can never be defeated, instead he sees himself falling deeper and deeper into her wicked charms.

Nkem wanted him to hold her hand just like he did the handles of her bicycle . She had also begun to love the way her name rolled off his lips. There was absolutely something wrong with her and it always reared its head whenever he was around. "I am beginning to wonder if that one sip of palmwine did something to you. Why did you drink that rubbish Ekene gave you? You seem to keep getting lost " He mumbled a bit taken aback by her lack of concentration. "Nkem!" "Isi?" "What is it? Why do you seem lost in thoughts? Is there any problem?" Nkem shook her head vigorously holding back the need to tell him exactly how she felt. "Ngwanu..we'll find a way to stop those fools from destroying your things. I bet they thought this bicycle was mine too. I shouldn't have e ridden it to school. Are they even stupid? Don't they know that I cannot afford this ! We have to report to the principal"Cheta rambled as he continued to drag the bicycle along while she walked slowly behind. "Cowards! That's what they are..I should" "Cheta!" Nkem bellowed causing a stop to his tirade. "I love you! "Her hands clamped her lips immediately the words flew out of her mouth. The erratic pounding of her heart worsened and her feet became wet from the sweating of her legs. Her hands trembled without a care as his feet halted "What had she done?" She watched in terror as he dropped the bicycle he was holding and marched back to where she was. She held her breath and prayed in her heart that her confession not be the end of her. He gave a small smile as he drew closer,before breaking into his annoying fits of laughter. He laughed so hard that he fell beside her. "Now I know that you must be really drunk! " Nkemjika a beautiful young girl from a wealthy home finds true love in Chetanna, a nobody from the village that harboured them in their worst times. She soon discovers the realities of the boundary between the poor and the wealthy along with a secret that will crumble her world.

"What is your name? " he enquired with a staid expression. Obi's eyes roamed around still trying to ascertain the safety of their current surrounding. Her lips were still quivering out of shock and her breathing distorted. "Obiukwu" She finally let out still battling with unsteady breathing. He adjusted the cuff of his pristine white shirt and helped her up. "For a girl with a boy's name you certainly do not think like one. Usually when a female dog comes after you, you don't run towards her young puppies, you run far away from them". She adjusted her pleated skirts which had been torn while she ran frantically from the enraged beast. This boy's words were rather insulting but she swallowed any form of insult that would have ensued especially from his reminder of the stereotype that had been carved out from her name . A simple act of gratitude, for he had been her savior. Was he not a dunce for thinking that way?. She knew a lot of moronic boys and her cousin Chukwudi was the ideal example. The dog had run at the sound of his command. She walked away from him slowly hoping to see Sandra somewhere close. "Hey! You owe me a thank you and something else". She ignored him and kept walking.She hated dogs and arrogant rich boys! "My name is Obiefune!" Obiukwu stopped for a brief moment and yelled back at him "thank you! ". Obiukwu, a young selfless girl is forced to choose between love and duty when life hurls misfortunes at her. Does she end up with her first love Obiefune even when the odds are against them? Find out by clicking on that read button😊 Remember to vote, comment and share ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ All rights reserved © 2019 @nwagbaramichellenwaonu (Michelle 18Uzoma). Top Rankings #32 Wattpadromance 28/07/2019 #36 Tales 12/08/2019 #start:May/02/ 2019 #Stop:August /09/2019

"ALHAMDULILLAH. IT'S OFFICIAL. JASRAH IS NOW HASSAN'S WIFE". She felt her heart threatening to breakthrough it's ribcage. Cheers were all over the house. Anty Amina and Asiya were nowhere in sight. A lone tear escaped her eyes but she did well to clear it before she gets caught. The whole house was filled with chatter and joy from different angles. Jasrah grew up with her step mom and step sister in Kaduna. She was subjected to different types of injustice. She lost her mom while giving birth to her and after Graduating from High school, her dad passed away due to heart failure. Life hasn't been easy for her. She got married to Hassan. Let's see how far they go More to come, ur comments and votes matter 😭🙏