Deji Adeniyi Novels & Stories

I don’t really care about money. “Danika! He is hitting 52 this year.” My mom said strictly, “He is a prince, he has a lot of money, and do you know what this could mean for us? I am setting up a date and –“ This is it! I can’t take this anymore, this is where I draw a line.

Then he laughed, the real kind, the full kind, the one that arrived without warning and stayed slightly longer than it usually did. She watched it happen and felt the familiar thing it did to her ribcage and said nothing about it and was not sorry. Kola identified the third number at ten a.m. He came into the kitchen with the tablet and the specific quality of stillness that she had learned preceded information that required everyone in the room to be sitting down. They were already sitting. She noted, without comment, that he checked this before he spoke. "The third number Adrian called on Sunday morning," Kola said, "belongs to a woman named Funke Adeola. She is sixty-three. Retired. She w

"Good morning, Mr. Adeyemi. I'm Ada. I'll be looking after you today." He turned. His eyes were alert, assessing. "Ada," he repeated, as though testing whether it was real. "Short for Adaeze," she said. "It means daughter of a king, back home." Something moved across his face recognition, or relief, or simply the comfort of a familiar sound in an unfamiliar place. "You are Igbo," he said. "From Enugu." She smiled. "You?" "Lagos. But my mother was from Imo." He paused. "I did not think I would hear Igbo names here."

CHAPTER TWO. Kim and Jennifer are in their hotel room. Kim is working on her laptop while Jennifer happily reads the number one trending gist on African blogs and social media. "Thank you so much, I love you!" Jennifer jumped on Kim, hugging and pecking her on the cheeks. "You are my life saver. The news is now everywhere; the boobs signing, the free V.I.P ticket..literally everyone is saying that I, Dr.Jennifer Adedeji is Bryan's new girl friend. My followership on I*******m has increased by five thousand."

I looked at Wale again, now what? "So..... Are you working, or still schooling?" He asked. At least the, he started something. I shrugged. "I'm still a student, a final year medicine student. You?" I smiled as I remembered I have my finals in less than three months. "Wow, I'll call you doc from now on and I have a company of mine. Adenuga Oil and Gas." I smiled and nodded, I really didn't know what to day or do. If it was either a certain person, I won't really hold back......

I avoid letting him witness my emotional breakdown; crying in his presence is something I'm determined not to do. Turning away, I begin to walk, but something holds me back, and I choose to speak instead of facing him directly. "Williams, understand this clearly—Aira will never be your daughter. As she grows up, I'll tell her that Dean is her father. You'll remain dead to me, and no matter your attempts, my love for you will never be rekindled. I erred in marrying a beast, but now, I'm uniting with a prince charming who knows how to love and care—the kind of man I want for my daughter."

And just then, a message pinged in her phone, it would've been unprofessional if she cared but she checked it anyways. 'Sa'eed Ibn Umar Garbai El-Kanemi is a renowned business man that has his investments in all successful businesses in Nigeria and some other countries abroad such as; Japanese, New York, California, United Kingdom, Greece and others. The renowned businessman is said to be Royal in Maiduguri as the Crowned Prince's son. He owns a lot of houses, businesses and a self made multimillionaire, suspecting to become a billionaire very soon. The said self made man is also single from an inner source...'

The sky blue satin number I was wearing was his idea, it complimented my eyes well, but his motivation no doubt had something to do with the way the dress hugged every dip and curve my athletic body harboured. Adrian walked out of the front door and I followed behind, clutching my purse in one hand and holding his in the other. As we walked I took in what he was wearing for his 21st birthday bash. Black jeans which hugged his long lean legs, paired with pointed boots and a tan polo shirt which appeared a size too small, which he no doubt did on purpose. Adrian was boyishly good looking, with lightly tanned skin, dirty blonde hair and a square jaw that didn’t have any chisel to it yet. He was

He fell unto his bed and said, "Alright, if you are into it that way then I am in, and by the way I am Agbabiaka Oluwasogo" "Mine is Temilade Adeyemo", at long last he finally accepted.

“You look stunning as ever.” It was then I understood why she took her appearance at the gym very seriously. She immediately lit up and smiled charmingly at the man. “Oh, Deji, stop,” she giggled. It was obvious she didn’t want him to stop the compliments. I stood to the side and looked around, I wondered which equipment I could handle as a beginner. “Who’s your pretty friend?” “Oh, this is Eniola,” Lizzie said. Deji took my hand in what I thought was a brief handshake but turned out to be an air kiss. He leaned down, kissed the air above the back of my palm, looked up from his lashes and smiled.