Alaethia has spent a lifetime of luxury under her father's rule of the Persian Empire. When the city walls of her home are torn down by enemy clans she is sold by her father to ensure allies in battle. Betrothed to a man that has killed more men than the Devil himself, a favorable ally to have in war, but not in marriage. She is thrust into a world of fear and apprehension, where there are no people of her kind. In the commencement of the then small Roman Empire she finds that her color is a mark of surprise and curiosity for the people. Now Alaethia must fight to remain in control of her life, a man that vexes her every emotion, and as well prevent the destruction of all she has ever known.

Have you ever heard a werewolf story? In those stories you hear that a werewolf meets a girl, mates with her after some tantrums and drama, boom.. next thing you know, they are living together as soulmates. Well.. in my case, first thing, I had always thought that werewolves were fictional and not at all real. Second, I did not have one dangerous, super possessive, overprotective werewolf mate to live with. I had two. ●●● Being an orphan since birth, Eva had never known what a happy life looks like. Then entered the heroes of her story, not one, but two handsome, chiseled, gorgeous males who dropped into her life unannounced, and declared themselves as her 'unofficial husbands'. But what would happen when the lies that they have told her surface back to snatch her happiness once again?

*please I wrote this story at 16/17. I'm 28 and I crying because I would rewrite this in a heartbeat especially coz I sound crazy* so read with caution* I fell in love. I fell in love with a fairytale. Oh Yes I did. You know that one story that gives every little girl hope out there that good things comes to those who wait even in rare but simple gems like a glass slipper. This hope carried me far and beyond. It's a fairytale that is relatable to any prospect of life. There will be your evil stepmother and evil stepsisters, your fairy godmother and your one true prince. It is a fairytale that understands the element of surprise: That what we seek can sometimes appear right in front of us without knocking on our doors. Most especially, it's a fairytale that understand the importance of love: A true prince may not come in shape of perfection but regardless of the imperfections and flaws, he would still remain perfect in your eyes. Regardless of its flaws, Africa was my father and Nigeria was my prince. Africa was my birthplace, born to the greatest warriors on the planet: Shaka Zulu, Nelson Mandela, Cleopatra, Kofi Annan even Didier Drogba the famous footballer. Most especially it was my home. It was the place I learnt to walk, talk, run and now 200000 feet above the ground I look down at my home. Little lights flickering everywhere like fireflies contrasting with the dark night. Maybe one day I will come back to my father. My prince. My Ile.

A sequel to L U R E