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My Kind of Book🤭🤍Love love ittttt!!!
by Farouk Sadeeq
The story follows Aisha, whose father, Samuel, is wrongfully convicted. Traumatized by corrupt police and societal betrayal, she abandons her innocence, transforms herself, and eventually teams up with Jemima—a survivor in her own right—to exact justice. After years in hiding, deception, and moral compromise, the two women decide that the legal system will never deliver. They must become the instrument of vengeance. Using secrets, infiltration, betrayal, and even help from Samuel’s prison contacts, they build a plan to take down the retired policemen who ruined their lives—one by one.
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by Farouk Sadeeq
The story follows Aisha, whose father, Samuel, is wrongfully convicted. Traumatized by corrupt police and societal betrayal, she abandons her innocence, transforms herself, and eventually teams up with Jemima—a survivor in her own right—to exact justice. After years in hiding, deception, and moral compromise, the two women decide that the legal system will never deliver. They must become the instrument of vengeance. Using secrets, infiltration, betrayal, and even help from Samuel’s prison contacts, they build a plan to take down the retired policemen who ruined their lives—one by one.
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by Ifeanyi Felix
It started as a wish, then grew to a desire, transitioned to a dream, and finally actions were taken with opportunities aligned, blooming a very-so-beauitiful future. Ikemgba, now called Joseph built silent dreams on becoming a 'white-coat man', as his friend, Maduba termed Medical practitioners. And being the first born and son, an ancestral line that told that he was one of the last descendants of Okimmiri, knew that such a dream is impossible. Also considering, they were embedded with the healing power of bending blood to their will. With his father on death's bed, the boy subconsciously wished him gone. When the old man finally took his breath, kicking the bucket, the boy took to his heels leaving on a promise of periodic letter visit from him to his siblings. A missionary scholarship program in display, he took the grand opportunity and was discipled under Rev'd Felix Eddington. But as time ticked and ocean tide rose, home called, echoing at every corner of the earth. He could escape Ezenuka Village Community, but not the blood that runs in his veins. Left no choice, he answered, fulfilling a prophecy that stood after the beginning of time. A price was to be paid, blood was to be shed, how would Ikemgba keep his dreams afloat when the gods were calling?
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My dream now is to become an exchange student in South Korea 🙏😌 Love your work
by Agomoh Amarachukwu Sophia
Hunger...poverty... underdevelopment... Words that are always associated with Africa, have we ever wondered why that is the case? Why are we associated with such words when there's a lot more to us; our history and heritage, our cultures and our languages. We can't ignore the fact that we indeed have our own vices, but why should the vices be glorified when there are a plethora of beautiful things about us? "Don't you think you'll bore the class with this?" Chinaemerem asked as she turned the pages of my paper. "You think so?" I asked, "Yeah, I'm bored already and you're just midway your first page. No offense Ify, but could you make it more interesting?. Maybe add some personal experience to brighten it up. If you have no personal experience you can always ask someone around" Chinaemerem suggested "that's a brilliant idea, thank you so much Emerem. I think I'll do that instead" I won't bore you with a lecture on how we could be better as a people. I mean, if we could solve hunger and poverty it would not exist but nobody knows how to, not even the greatest minds. So why spend the little time we have glorifying our impediments, when we can revere our cultures and experiences? My name is Ifeanyichukwu Adeduni Agu, I am an igbo girl from Nigeria, a country in West Africa. And this is one of my experiences. "Now this is perfect, continue" she said sitting back.
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by Agomoh Amarachukwu Sophia
Hunger...poverty... underdevelopment... Words that are always associated with Africa, have we ever wondered why that is the case? Why are we associated with such words when there's a lot more to us; our history and heritage, our cultures and our languages. We can't ignore the fact that we indeed have our own vices, but why should the vices be glorified when there are a plethora of beautiful things about us? "Don't you think you'll bore the class with this?" Chinaemerem asked as she turned the pages of my paper. "You think so?" I asked, "Yeah, I'm bored already and you're just midway your first page. No offense Ify, but could you make it more interesting?. Maybe add some personal experience to brighten it up. If you have no personal experience you can always ask someone around" Chinaemerem suggested "that's a brilliant idea, thank you so much Emerem. I think I'll do that instead" I won't bore you with a lecture on how we could be better as a people. I mean, if we could solve hunger and poverty it would not exist but nobody knows how to, not even the greatest minds. So why spend the little time we have glorifying our impediments, when we can revere our cultures and experiences? My name is Ifeanyichukwu Adeduni Agu, I am an igbo girl from Nigeria, a country in West Africa. And this is one of my experiences. "Now this is perfect, continue" she said sitting back.
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by Stephenie Abiegbe
In a quiet village in Edo where red earth spreads, a girl is born without pigment, her pale skin and bright eyes marking her as an omen. To her neighbors, she is a witch, a curse; to her mother, she is Isoken “Satified with what God gives.” Isoken learns early that her difference is a burden as she grows up beneath the weight of whispers and superstition. While other children dance freely under the sun, she learns to dream far from it. She dreams of a future where difference is not feared but celebrated, a sanctuary for all those the world refuses to see: the blind, the deaf, the scarred, and the forgotten, a place where they can all belong. But dreams are dangerous in a place ruled by fear. Each step she takes toward her vision draws new rejection. Each small act of courage tests how far she is willing to go. Will Isoken’s light survive in a world determined to dim it? Or will her voice be the one to awaken others who, like her, were told they didn’t belong? The Albino Child Who Dreamed Color is a haunting and hopeful story of courage, belonging, and the power
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In church is crazy Man!! I'd really like to know what happens after, for all I know They have been caught 😊😂😂
by Rulk Courage
Where shouldn’t you have an orgasm? What are the forbidden, taboo places where sex is off-limits? Name them all. Below are vivid stories of people who defied those boundaries, indulging in passionate, risky encounters in each forbidden location.
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by Rulk Courage
Where shouldn’t you have an orgasm? What are the forbidden, taboo places where sex is off-limits? Name them all. Below are vivid stories of people who defied those boundaries, indulging in passionate, risky encounters in each forbidden location.
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Thank You😌❣️
by Weirdo 💙💙
Life doesn't always go as planned, Or Does it? Follow Ron on her journey to discover Life and it's dealings.
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Thank You💯😊
by Weirdo 💙💙
Life doesn't always go as planned, Or Does it? Follow Ron on her journey to discover Life and it's dealings.
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You just earned a follower! That Dubem guy sef😌🔥❤️, if he wasn't Soo bad, I might have fallen for him too😪😪
by Deborah Anomnachi
Cupid must have misfired when Imani met Dubem, a sweet, financially stable tech bro who seemed to tick every box on her list. Their connection is instant, but just as everything seems perfect, cracks begin to appear, hinting that their love story may turn into something more complicated.
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by Deborah Anomnachi
Cupid must have misfired when Imani met Dubem, a sweet, financially stable tech bro who seemed to tick every box on her list. Their connection is instant, but just as everything seems perfect, cracks begin to appear, hinting that their love story may turn into something more complicated.
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by Tillinfiniti
"A lavish anniversary party turns into a silent massacre when masked killers strike without warning. With no gunshots heard and no one left to call for help, the night unfolds into a blood-soaked mystery — one that began long before the first shot was fired."
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by Tillinfiniti
"A lavish anniversary party turns into a silent massacre when masked killers strike without warning. With no gunshots heard and no one left to call for help, the night unfolds into a blood-soaked mystery — one that began long before the first shot was fired."
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Bluey. A name that hold so many dreams and my Favorite Colour. Sometimes Weird Personality and a touch of drama I've always had a thing for writing, from formed words to Novels,my Brain works on Overdrive especially when I'm holding a pen or just start writing. I do not fancy a particular Genre, so I might write a Little or more of Everything. When the words flow, the magic happens. Join the journey and "get lost in the stories"
