(Male Perspective) (palette cleanser since my more recent stories have been fairly dark. Finally, if any of the information used to describe aspects of her culture is incorrect, please correct me) After being dropped with the bomb of his parents welcoming a host child, Koda becomes acquainted with his new roommate. A beautiful girl named Adaeze who, no matter where she goes, has all eyes on her and makes jaws drop to the floor. Koda is not immune to this either. After just getting out of a bad relationship, he's a bit on the fence, but can't seem to pull himself away from the new girl in town. (Warning: story contains harsh language and smutt scenes)

THE COMMERCIALS - Kelechi Memorial Secondary School hides more than exams. When a dusty old account book turns up in the library, Mira, Jossiah, Poppy and the rest of the crew dig into a secret buried under the school: a ledger that balances bargains with terrible costs. Rival streams, sneaky adults, tapping in the dark - friendships are tested and old promises bite back. And one rule won't stop whispering: "For every debit, there must be a credit." If you like school drama, secret tunnels, and endings that make you gasp - read this. Trailer drops December 15th. Book releases: December 26th @ 11:00 WAT. Final five chapters will drop daily: Dec 27 - Dec 31. Bring a torch.

Published on the 12th of November, 2018. What the fuck! Can't you watch where you're going?? You almost injured me!" I said dusting my skirt and trying to get up with the help of the wall of course. " I'm so sorry. My bad" a deep voice told me. I quickly looked up and well he was too tall. I'm like the average height girl. I'm just 5"5. He's more like 5"11 or 6ft. I'm not sure. He was not too dark neither was he fair. He had this look on his face, I wasn't sure if he was smiling or frowning. It was confusing. His lips were redish and looked quite kissable. Idiot! Snap out of it jor My name is Oluchi. It was just a dare. Or so I thought. Follow Oluchi on a journey filled with love, trust, betrayal, lies. What will happen when the dare she thought was so little could end up being so destructive.

At 3:27 a.m., rain falls softly over Makoko, the kind of rain that feels less like weather and more like memory. Zainab Olawale stands beneath a flickering streetlight, holding a Bible she did not come to pray with. Inside it is a note written by a person who knew they might not survive long enough to explain. A name. A warning. A confession written in fear. Dimeji Koleosho. To most people, he is a senator. To Zainab, he is something closer to a wound. Years ago, her father lost everything. His reputation. His voice. His life, in ways that never made the news. No one ever told her why. Until now. Zainab is not searching for justice in the grand, heroic sense. She is searching for understanding. For the truth behind a past that refuses to stay buried. Each step she takes pulls her deeper into a Lagos that exists beneath the bright lights - a city of offshore accounts, silenced journalists, compromised pastors, and powerful men who never get their hands dirty. The closer she gets to the truth, the more she begins to understand that some secrets are not hidden. They are protected. And sometimes, the most dangerous moment is not when you uncover a secret... But when you realize you can no longer look away. Scandal is a story about power, silence, faith, and the quiet courage it takes to choose the truth, even when it costs everything.

"You're a thorn in my side." . . . The bane of my existence has always been Alessandro Silvestro. He's the reason my blood boils every time I'm in the same room as him. The reason why I do things out of my character. He brings out the nasty, rotten side of me. He was my first love. First enemy. And if that wasn't enough, he's also the identical copy of my best friend. The person I hate the most also has the face of the person who means the most to me. And he'll stop at nothing to see me crushed and wither in front of his eyes.

"Stop overthinking," she whispered, holding my cheek as she stroked her thumb. "Please." "I can't," I admitted, scrunching my brows. "I'm sorry." "Don't apologise," she said gently, her eyes moving to my lips. "You're doing so good." Theo Ferreira- full time student and part time tattoo artist. He's quiet, reserved and has no other interests besides completing his degree. Theo is focused, but his focus shifts when he meets a woman who brings out a side to him he didn't know existed. Nina Cantero- full time student and the occasional babysitter. She's curious and utterly bored with her abundantly bleak life. Nina seeks a new thrill, and sometimes that means fresh ink on her skin. What happens when her newfound craving leads her to a particular tattoo artist?

Imported Wife In Lagos, power isn't loud it's effortless. And the Adetokunbos have mastered it. Wealthy. Untouchable. Perfect on the surface. Until she arrives. Dr. Jadesola Smith UK-trained, brilliant, and dangerously composed returns to Nigeria with one goal: work. Nothing more. Nothing messy. But the moment she steps into the Adetokunbo empire, everything shifts. Because Damilola Adetokunbo doesn't believe in distractions. Not in love. Not in coincidence. And definitely not in women like her. Cold. Calculated. Unmoved. Until he meets her. What was meant to be professional becomes personal. What was controlled becomes unpredictable. And what should have never started... refuses to end. In a world where reputation is everything and desire is a liability how do you fight something that feels inevitable? Or worse... what if you don't want to fight it at all?

Five years ago, he asked her to marry him. She said no without a reason. Now, Tade Adebanjo, Lagos' most eligible billionaire and heir to Ades' Oil and Gas, returns home to find a new cook in his mansion. He never expected it to be her Anwana, the woman he once loved and the one who shattered his heart. She's no longer the shy girl from years ago. She's bolder, quieter... and hiding something. Tade is determined to find out what broke them-and why it still haunts them both. But as buried secrets resurface, so do old feelings neither of them is ready to face. And there's a little boy with eyes too familiar to ignore. 💔 A story of love, betrayal, healing, and second chances. 🍽️ Because sometimes, the heart remembers what the mind tries to forget.

Maadwoa is an unassuming girl, who lost her mother during birth, and never met her father. She lives with her aunt, where she constantly suffers through the wrath of her aunt's treatment, only getting comfort from her uncle and her best friends. What happens when she stumbles across the handsome and charming heir to the King and Queen, Prince Danny Forson? *Disclaimer: None of the photos/images/videos used in the book belong to me. All rights go to their respective owners*

A spontaneous Friday night outing led Nova to a surprise destination: Ramiro's bed, the one person her brother can't stand- and the one who ignited a fire she can't seem to ignore. "𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙛𝙛, 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪?" 𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙, 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙚𝙖𝙧. "𝘽𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙄 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨, 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩?" 𝘼 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙠, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙝 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙩. 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜. "𝙍𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙤," 𝙄 𝙢𝙤𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙜𝙪𝙡𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙨. "𝙍𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙤?" 𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙙. "𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙈𝙞𝙧𝙤, 𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙧?"