Catandmousegame قصص

. . . . . The cat and mouse game. Who would win And live forever? . . . . .

A Political Thriller Sequel to City of Silent Graves Three months after the fall of Governor Uzo's empire, Lagos teeters on the edge of fragile hope and festering chaos. The Black Scorpion syndicate is fractured, high-profile arrests have rocked the nation, and the people are beginning to find their voice. But beneath the headlines, the real architects of corruption remain untouched. Obinna Flag Ogbolu-journalist, survivor, and reluctant symbol of resistance-is pulled back into the fire when a cryptic message reveals that the power he helped expose was only a façade. As new leaders rise from the rubble, old alliances deepen in the shadows. With human rights lawyer Roseboyle Williams by his side, Obinna must unravel a new conspiracy that reaches further than he ever imagined-into secret military factions, corporate puppeteers, and a foreign interest desperate to keep Nigeria's chaos alive. As assassins circle and truth becomes a weapon, Obinna and Roseboyle face a devastating question: Can a nation heal when its crown has only changed hands-and not hearts?

Ophelia Wilde is a typical example of a fighter, being a tabloid reporter, her job is to create stories that are misleading to the netizens and damn is she good at it. under certain circumstances she decides to create a tabloid on a famous pianist and musician Ian parker Ian parker isn't some one to be trifled with. cold and stoic with great dislike for anyone human who holds up a camera. but with Ophelia all out to get the gain from the tabloid, no poker face idol was going to stop her. what would happen to these two as their lives are about to mingle? will Ophelia get her scoop or will she encounter something more....

"She was never meant to see him. Never meant to know his name. But now that she does... he'll make sure she never forgets. Because Lena isn't just his obsession-she's his, whether she knows it or not. And he'll burn the whole world down before he lets her go."**

I didn't mean for it to happen this way. Well... maybe I did. It's hard to tell sometimes. One moment, everything was normal. The next? Well, let's just say there was a slight body count. My name is Celeste Holloway, and I'm twelve years old. This is the story of how I got here-sitting in a locked room, hands bound, while the world scrambles to figure out what I did. They think they know me. They don't. do not copy my work ❌❌❌ ps: if you do not like my story, I think we all know how to Skip.