Deji Adeniyi Novels & Stories

With trembling hands and a release of air, she slowly opened the file and the picture that looked right at her made her freeze for a moment before she was able to compose herself to read the details about him. Name: Adewunmi Oladeji D.O.B: 3 August 1979 Height: 168cm Weight: 110lb Age: 42 years old Crime: Not found. History: Presently a sales accountant in Devan Ltd Beyond shock was an understatement to how she was feeling at the moment. Deji? The one who kidnapped Daniella? She couldn’t believe it even though she had a slight clue about it but it still shocks her to the depths so looked up at the officers with a frown on her face.

"Do you have relations with any of the victims?" Olamide ignored him. and moved on to the next bag. She flicked the zip open. Her heart stopped when a familiar pair of ghost-white eyes stared back at her. She had found what she was looking for. She had found Deji. The person that stared back at her was however missing the spark that made them who they were. The cadaver of who she once knew had a blue hue to his usual ebony skin and his lips were carved in a manner that painfully informed Olamide that his last moments alive was a painful and grim one.

My nerves twisted tighter with every second. “The Alpha is here,” one guard whispered. All of them snapped to attention. A tall, imposing man strode past us and ascended to one of the higher seats. His presence filled the hall like a gathering storm. “I am Alpha Adrian,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. His sharp eyes swept over us. “What crimes have these ones committed?”

"I love the way you make me feel…" were the lyrics of one of Prisca's songs playing loudly from a Bluetooth speaker. A young, dark fellow about six foot two was running on a treadmill. His name was Chukwudiri Daniels, but he was widely known as Diri. He was a man of fine figure and a very handsome one for that matter. "Bro," another fellow called. His name was Jeffery Peters, a light-skinned chap with a killer smile. His father, Mr. Madu Peters, was a millionaire and a big name in the city of Lagos.

"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."

Most of the workers who couldn’t afford living within the city resided on the outskirts of town. Janet Adeniran was a banker and a widow with two children. She was 41 years old and well paid because she was an accountant at one of the leading banks in the country. She was blessed with a boy and girl. Caroline was the youngest and a dazzling beauty. Kevin was studying Civil Engineering at Federal University of Technology (FUT) Minna. Janet Adeniran was the daughter of a Nigerian diplomat who had gone to work in Ethiopia and ended up marrying her mother, an Ethiopian. Janet was widowed during a bank robbery at the bank where her husband worked.

*** Abiola: Born Wealth Abisola: Born into Wealth Olamide: My wealth has come Olamilekan: My wealth has increased. Oluwaseun: Thank God. Oluwasegun: God conquers. Morountodun: I found something sweet. Ayoolamiposi: The joy of my wealth increased. Oluwatoba: God is Great. *** Vote & Comment.

“Let them be jealous of the one thing that they will never have.” “And that is because she has eyes for one man, and that man is looking her dead in the eye right now, Alpha Diego…”

Ibukun asked as Blessing and Fikayo’s eyes widened. “I knew it. Who is he?” Fikayo asked and Ibukun smiled lightly. “Later” Ibukun said as she folded her hands. She could of course see the glares that some of the girls threw her way. Whether she had told Deji yes or no; she was bound to receive these glares. Deji was De Royals Prince Charming. He was tall, handsome, kind, brilliant. Although he didn’t really talk to people, he maintained a civil relationship with everyone. He was also from a rich family which was like a bonus for him.

He sighed after taking the drugs. I sat down next to him on the couch. "So what's wrong with the son of the the famous Business Mogul?!" I said. He managed to smile at my joke. That was how Adedayo used to introduce himself back then in school. "I am Adedayo Awosika, the only son of famous business Mogul!" Such a spoilt brat! He was the only son out of four daughters and also the last child of Mr Awosika.