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When 19-year,old Adesewa moves into a small student lodge in Ibadan, she never expects her new landlord to be her dream guy ,tall, rich, soft-spoken... and 24. As sparks fly and secrets surface, Sewa must choose between love, rent, and the life she thought she knew.

"Adetola, your light... It calls me." ~Me. • • • Welcome! This is a Nigerian-themed short story, I'm guessing you already know that from the cover and tags. Setting: It is set in Obafemi Awolowo University (OAU) in Ile-Ife, Osun, Nigeria. Word Count: 1500 words - 2000 words. • • • This is a product of my imagination, resemblance to any of the characters- which are by the way just two- is coincidental. PS: This was written from a guy's POV Do not copy my work, I'll catch you. Definitely.😌 If you're still reading this, I love you. You may proceed. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. (You've probably seen this so many times but let's pretend this is the first time😂) Okay, bye❤.

You swerve to avoid a squirrel unknown to you it pledges a life debt to you. In your darkest hour the squirrel arrives.

This confussed teenage girl saw the power of the writing challenge. Have a look at how it cahnged her life and how it could change yours!

❝You’re afraid to tell people how you feel, so you bury it deep inside yourself where it destroys you from within❞

This is story emphasis specially on love, betrayal, tribe and reconciliation.

Katakan saja judul dari cerita ini adalah cerita tak berjudul. Mengapa? Karena memang tidak tahu arah cerita ini akan kemana. Jadi yasudah. Katakan saja ini cerita tak berjudul. Tanpa tahu harus memulai dari mana, siapa yang memerankan cerita itu, lokasi seperti apa yang digambarkan dalam cerita itu, seperti apa pemeran utama dari cerita tersebut, bagaimana keadaan atau lingkungan sekitar dalam tersebut. Ternyata memang seperti itulah awal kehidupan. Kita lahir di dunia tanpa mengenai apa-apa. Tanpa tahu siapa kita, kita hidup dari lingkungan seperti apa, seperti apa kondisi dan diri kita, kira-kira kita dilahirkan pada lokasi yang seperti apa. Kita baru akan mengetahuinya setelah kita menjalani hidup selama mungkin 8 tahun atau 10 tahun kemudian. Dalam cerita gue ini akan ada banyak kisah yang akan gue sampaikan. Entah mengenai kehidupan, mengenai percintaan, mengenai bullshitnya kehidupan, mengenai manisnya kehidupan. Semua akan berusaha gue bahas disini. So I hope u like it, and enjoy it. Cao!

This is a plea in my heart .God knows what I want . love is a sin, and also love is a god. i cannot die in this grief , nor i can say its a wish. My life is worship, My death is love in the name of God. ----------------------------------------------------------------- khuda ki muhbbat ko, fana kon karega ? sabhi bande nek hon, to gunah kon karega ? ay khuda mara mahboob ko ssalamat rakhna, warna mari salamati ki dua kon kare ga? Who will destroy God's love? if every person is pious , then who will sin? ya Allah keep my beloved safe, otherwise, who will pray for my safety? ----------------------------------------------------------------- this book is on hold till i complete my first book Burning Desire

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My life...

We often forget the struggles that those closest to us have gone through. When I begin to confront the lives that they've lived I see the painful intensity of their youth. Of their struggle. Of time lost. Can we see our parents? Were they once young? Did they have hopes and dreams? I struggle to come to terms with everything that they lost in the pursuit of better lives. Did they ever reach them?

Dive into the reminder of how the little things around you can be quoted beautifully. And read a journey of finding oneself. Someone close to me said that if you want to find your truth relate yourself with the little things in your surroundings. So here we go I guess,, xoxo ~ 𝓉𝒶𝓃

A Story of Love Across Lifetimes

So,here I will upload all of my little short stories. Most of them will not be related . I hope you have fun!

*A short story* As dark rage, the color of black fire that reeked of coal, burned within his eyes, the four walls around us moved closer and closer while the temperature grew hotter and hotter, and my knees grew weaker and weaker. "Did you really kill him?" He asked, the numbness in his voice somehow creating the pain of being pocked by millions of needles around every part of my body. "The right question is, are you really going to kill me?"

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