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Behind her, Damian approached without making a sound. He sat beside her. "Writing?" She nodded. "I think it's time someone recorded the story honestly." He looked towards the lights of Lagos shimmering in the distance. "What will you call it?" Amara followed his gaze. Rain began to fall once more, soft enough to glisten beneath the city lights. A peaceful smile spread across her face. She answered without hesitation. "Beneath Lagos Rain." The two of them sat together in comfortable silence as the rain whispered over the mountain and the city below.

"Don't waste your time James. I am not here to die. I only followed you here because you are unfamiliar with Igboland. I didn't come here to put my life at risk. As you can see, I have a beautiful wife and and three young children who are still growing up. I already lost a wife, it will be bad if my children find out that their father died trying to destroy the gods that their ancestors worshipped. It will be too bad James. Count me out of your plans. Stick with Umuise. They don't have a chief priest who would challenge you. They are simple faithful worshippers of their gods. Every man and his own shrine." James grabbed the book he was reading and flipped the pages quickly. Then he turned to

"These are Sufyan's aunts so you're to come kneel before them and greet properly." His mother turned to the women. "Forgive her, she doesn't know anything about our culture. Awon Hausa o kin pon eyan le - hausa people don't have respect." She finished off in Yoruba. Sabeerah didn't say anything, she simply stod up and went to kneel before them just as her mother and aunts came downstairs. Sufyan's aunts said prayers for her before one helped her get up and then gave her a side hug, she went back to her seat.

Lia whispered, her eyes dancing. “You know the tales. The Moon Goddess loves to bridge the gap, mating the lowest beta to the strongest alpha to create a perfect balance. That could be you.” I held up the gown, watching the moonlight catch the beads. It glowed with an ethereal, haunting light. No one would ever guess this was once junk. It was my armor, built on sleepless nights and desperate hope. “Can you imagine the fallout?” I countered, my voice tight.

Ava’s POV Sleep was a stranger that night. I had tossed and turned until the moon itself had traveled halfway across the sky, the glow through my curtains mocking my exhaustion. My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, as though aware of my turmoil but refusing to share its calm with me. Every breath in the dark felt stifling, every thought circling back to Diego, to Sage, to the chains of my family’s expectations. I finally pushed the covers off with a sigh and padded to my balcony doors. The air outside was cool and heavy with the faint scent of rain. The courtyard below looked peaceful, but peace was the last thing inside me.

Zara It was the weekend and Aminu and I decided to spend it together in his house. Especially since I would soon be living with him as his wife, it would be good to get to know the house and get acquainted with it. I was currently in the kitchen whipping up an Igbo delicacy for him. I was making Ugba (shredded oil bean) with goat meat and Palm wine for him. I had gotten the palm wine from a vendor here in Lagos who had so many good reviews. This was the very first time I was cooking for him so I wanted it to be sumptuous.

Time flies so fast,seconds turn to minutes, minute turn to hours,hour turn to days and day turns to months. It been three months already that Zuwairah was now in Kaduna. She now lives with her crazy aunt 'Aunty Hauwa' though she has been nothing but sweet towards her ever since she has been living with her. She takes good care of her and never let her lacks anything Zuwairah is four month gone now,five more months to go and she'll put to bed insha Allah

"Lukas, he's in our class." "No, I mean the girl." "That was Sasha Braun and she's weird," Arya answered him. He frowned. "How is she weird?" "Dude, that Sasha doesn't talk at all. It's been too long since anyone heard her voice." Hades then shrugged and bit into his apple. "Trust us, after she screws up with the volleyball coach, she became like that," Arya stated. "They said, she was pregnant and got an abortion." "Hell yeah!" Hades agreed.

As the Submarine ascended towards the surface of the river, the only thought on Ara’s mind was “Where was he going to find a marriage counsellor this late on a Christmas night in Paris?” About the Author Musa Hashim is an Author and Pedagogue. He is a citizen of Nigeria. He is a graduate of Biological Sciences and he is based in Kano. His writing genres are Mysteries and Thrillers. He was shortlisted for the Yasmin EL Rufai Foundation (YELF) writing workshop 2019 facilitated by Pwangulongii Daoud, and Kaduna Books and Arts Festival (KABAFEST) writing workshop 2019 facilitated by Zukiswa Wanner. He was also among the last 20 of the Quramo Writer’s Prize (QWP) 2019.