teaser- One more night

This August!

This hot steamy romance is finally dropping! Get lost with this lovely story and fall in love over again.

How far can an abandoned man go to prove that his love deserve a second chance?

Here is a sneak peak 😍😍

She squeezed her eyes shut, sob excaped her throat “You want a mother for your children- someone who would always be there when you need her” she sniffled “I am not that woman Kay” tears ran down her cheek

“Who I want is you Grace” he said throught clung teeth “I don’t want some brainless woman

who would answer yes to everything I say…I want you! With this baby” his face softened as his gaze shifted to her stomach “you can have your career, just come home when you are supposed to” his voice mellowed “If there is anything that confirms we are supposed to come back together, it is ths pregnancy, I want you here, with me Grace”

“that is the problem, I can not come home to you all the time…I will not always be here”

“Bullshit!” he releases her face and turned his back on her “If you can not see that all I have ever done is love you and prove to you that you are everything to me..." He threw his hand up in frustration "Grace you belong here! with me…and for Christ sake you can always be here if you chose to!”

“I don’t want to hurt you!” they would go throught this again- it would start with him accepting her and all the badgage, then he would complain, they would fight…and separate again, she would leave him worse than she met him.

He turned, covered the distance between them in two long strides, grabbed her waist “You are hurting me already” he pulled her to his chest. she gasped and he covered her lips with his.

Raw. Raging. rough, punishing. She was out of breath by the time he releases her

“After many years- you still burn each time I touch you, my little woman. You need me as much as I need you, you are only too stubborn to admit it.”

She flushed. He was right- she desperately wanted this man “What we feel for each other is not enough to build a perfect home Kay” she whispered

“I don’t need a perfect home Grace; I just need a home filled with love. And” he stared hard at her "you are having my baby Grace…it is time you asked yourself ‘What do you really want?’ what does Passion- Love mean to you? What do I mean to you?”

He gave her an intensed stare “I am tired Grace” He turned and walk upstairs

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Weapons Formed Against Me

Looking for a husband in Port Harcourt is not for the faint-hearted ni. When people said that nearly every man in Lagos is mad, hmm... them never meet Port Harcourt men o. Those one's na principalities and powers. And if you come dey unlucky come jam the church bros among them... Ah, my sister, sister. Na weapons fashioned against you be that o. Anyway. Na me go find trouble. No. I mustn't blame myself. It was my village people who wouldn't allow me to drink water and drop cup because I was thirty and yet to drag a man down to the village to pay my bride price. The last time I attended our family meeting, I couldn't count the many times I was reminded of my single pringlehood. Every little pim I uttered earned me a side-eye from my mother whom I knew would have asked me to hide under the bed if she could because Ukamaka and Erimma, my much younger cousins were coming for the meeting and they were all married with kids. I deliberately chose to be part o

Weapons Formed Against Me 2

𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰-𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰-𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬 The next time someone would suggest that I become a chief bridesmaid for anyone ehn, 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑎 𝑐𝒉𝑖, the beating I would give that person...I would flatten that person to the ground and sit on his or her chest as my grandmother did to her 𝑛𝑤𝑢𝑛𝑦𝑒𝑑𝑖 last Christmas. Death would be too good for that person. Tell me why I just lost my newly acquired iPhone 13 Pro Max to a man I thought was one of the groom’s men but later realized he wasn’t. The dude happened to wear the same blue senator suit as the other guys, got himself busy lifting things and running errands like every other groom’s man while his eyes and mind ran to and fro like the biblical devil who presented himself in a meeting meant for just the sons of God, a meeting he wasn’t invited. The craziest thing was I couldn’t figure out if it was while I was running around like a headless chicken, trying to please the annoying br

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Ifenkili Should I, should I not? The fried rice I ordered tasted like cost accounting, but I savored it with joy and gladness because finally, it was happening—I was on a date in one of the costliest restaurants in Port Harcourt, with a very handsome man. Even though his multi-colored jacket reminded me of Egusi soup, it fit him perfectly, and I adored his shoes, his wristwatch, and the way he smiled and laughed in New Time Roman. A week later, he insisted on gifting me a new iPhone and took my phone number. However, he ghosted me afterward—no calls, no messages, not even to ask if the phone was working perfectly, the kind of excuses men give just to hear the voice of the woman they're attracted to. Mhm-mhm. Nothing. I had his number too, but pride and some shame prevented me from dialing it. "If the mountain cannot come to Mohamed, let Uncle Moha go to the mountain nau," Aleruchi suggested when I confided in him about the situation. "D

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