The Grudge

The Grudge

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Sat, Sep 10, 20224h 49m
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Bode is driven and ambitious, but maybe too hardheaded and impatient to make the right choices, that he has to do the unthinkable. Timi wants to go to school, provide for the family, and her grandmother's hospital bills all at the same time. But how will she make her grandmother believe that she isn't like her late mother? Or is she? Zika has only one rule: Men are worthless beings, not even the law can save them from her. But Dele is different in an annoying way. But how does one have a clean record and still be the Devil everyone says he is? Dele has never been so cursed in his life. His misfortune was becoming a voice that announced his presence wherever he goes. The same voice seems to have a hand in his growing relationship with his obnoxious lawyer. When different paths merge as one, and becomes a dead end, what becomes the best option if going back is not?
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His eyes grow heavy, and then, in a voice so low it barely exists, "I want you." I freeze. "Every bit of you. Naked and clothed. Vain and deep. Bratty and unsure. Every piece you have to offer." ----------- He told himself he shouldn't look at her. Shouldn't think about her. Shouldn't want her. But he did. An Egyptian man, raised among women who valued modesty, where faith was unshaken and restraint was second nature. But here, in Nigeria, at one of its most prestigious universities, his convictions wavered. Everything about this place was loud-the voices, the laughter, the confidence. But nothing unsettled him more than her. A Nigerian Woman. The way she dressed. The way she carried herself. The way she met his gaze without fear. He had been taught that women like her were reckless, unrestrained. He had been warned against their kind. Yet, why couldn't he look away? He needed focus. School. Graduation. Home. That was the plan. That was the only path. But distraction had a name. And she was a fire in his veins. Now, he had to choose-duty or desire. -----------------------

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