Novel & Cerita Life Changer Novel For Jamb

Alexandra turns to her Mum, she didn't notice when she walked in, and the exaggeration of it been so early in the morning made her face her with a bored look, she hated the fact her Mum never failed to remind her about her failure in JAMB. Chioma is Alexandra's native name, her mum is the one who referred to her by that name. "Mum, I didn't fail, at least I passed JAMB cut off point, I scored 196," Alexandra replies while she drops her phone on the couch. The look on her face showed she was clearly not interested in what her mother was talking about. "You passed JAMB cut off point?" Mrs Wachukwu asks with mockery evident in her voice while she joins Alexandra on the couch.

People came from across Nigeria to see it. They wept. They sang. They changed. Years later, the system rebuilt. But differently. New voices. New leaders. People of light. Not perfect but purified. And in small homes across the country, candles were lit every night. Not in memory of James. But in honor of change. The kind that starts in chaos. And ends in fire. End of chapter 20🤭 End of Chaos and Change.

I lifted the glass of water in my hand and clinked it lightly against his. “Here’s to a successful partnership, Mr. Caspian.” Moonlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, stretching our shadows across the room. Each of us stood in our own corner, like two polite strangers sharing the same space. Outside, the city glowed brightly in the night. Only then did I truly feel that I had been given a second life. In this life, I only wanted one thing: to use the Falcone family’s resources to earn enough money to stand on my own and then walk away from all of this for good.

Thanks dearest readers for staying with me to the end. It was a long journey indeed and I must admit... I enjoyed every second of this journey... This journey taught me three things... 1. Perseverance. 2. Persistence. 3. Patience. I hope this book taught you all a thing or two... Do tell me about it in the comments section below... As I said, this book is dedicated to my friend, Jemmy who died of Complications from Sickle cell anemia in August 2020.

I placed it on my bed and went for my phone that I had left to charge since before dinner. I swiped it open and went for the GoodNovel app. I enjoy the books there very much. They pull me out of my reality into a much happier world or should I say worlds. I continued reading my favorite book yet. SAVED BY THE CEO by Ulric Efukor. I was reading the thirty-sixth chapter when my eyes captured one end of the envelope and recalling that it was given to me by Jaden for a wardrobe change, I suspected that it could contain some money. Out of the blue, I opened it but it wasn’t cash that’s in there.

I’d liked Finn for so long that even I had started to forget why. We grew up in the same alley. Maybe it was the time I cried outside after doing poorly on a test, and he gave me a piece of candy. Maybe it was when he brought me breakfast every day in middle school. Maybe it was when my college admission ticket went missing, and he risked being late just to help me look for it. Later, he confessed to me, and I was overjoyed. However, after he went abroad, he became a completely different person. Looking back now, I realize it all started in college. He didn’t actually like me. What he loved was the feeling of being admired. If he still thought I would go back to him, that was nothing but wis

Welcome dudes and dudeths! I'm honestly Soo excited to start writing a book of this caliber. Apparently this is my very first Nigerian book, yup very first. I've always had the thought of writing a book that brings awareness to some of the bad things going on in our society today, practically to all teens out there in the world, and how we can change our society at large. I honestly hope my book reaches out to people out there. Some of the things this book is going to surround on would be,

"He changed my school to Adeyemo College. I'm very proud to be one of their students because the school is amazing but I'm not sure now, it's been very long. I didn't change my accent though. I love it 'cause it makes me look more unique and well, I just love it. After I graduated, I got admission in Oxford University but I was going to Ahmadu Bello University because my jamb was three hundred, can you imagine. I was very nervous when I wrote that thing and I was 70% sure I was going to fail. My father called it luck but I don't know "You know who ruined the Ahmadu Bello stuff so I went to England. It was very hard to change my accent but I did. I twisted my tongue awfully and learn how to t

We discussed about our families and other relevant things including school activities, country, and of course our chat system. When it was 10 minutes to go, I bade him farewell and I left for home to meet that my dad had gone out. I just opened ghe door with my spare key and went inside. I didn't feel like taking anything that afternoon so I continued to surf the web mostly on my social media handles. People that bought Kingsley's book wrote great reviews on it with a 5-star rating so I decided to read it too. I bought it and read it, it was a really nice article if I should say. It was about the Ferrari that Otedola had bought for his daughters. He wrote about a desperate girl who wanted he

Maryam, still on her school uniform, tugged on May's sweater as they passed a bookstore. "What is it now?" May asked. "Buy me that book." Maryam pointed at the yellow book sitting on the shelf just outside the bookstore. "Why?" May queried. "Isn't that Half of a Yellow Sun written by Chimamanda Adichie?" Iby asked. "I want it," Maryam whined. "Mtcheww. Leave me oh. I’m here to only buy oranges." May said, walking towards where the oranges were sold. Maryam began crying. Iby turned to her. "Are you seriously crying because you want your mom to buy you a book?"