Nigerian Romance Novels & Stories

However, everything flowed naturally. - It's all right about the routes Maria, explain to me the approach you were asked to take with Emiliano Romero. - I had some inconveniences, - she was looking at the floor, while trying to find the right words to justify her bad work performance - we went to Rio Negro, we tried to spend a "romantic" weekend - she made the quotation marks gesture with her hands - and everything turned out to be chaotic, sir. - I don't like talking to silly girls, I'm sure you're not one of those, please, don't waste my time.

Her nagging ailment was soon gone. She opened the window and called out to him. Liam looked up and smiled at her. Liam climbed the trellis and entered her room through the window. They hugged each other tightly, both of them relishing in the feeling of finally being together. As soon as Liam entered the room, Penelope threw herself into his arms and they locked in a passionate kiss. Their lips met with a fierce intensity, both of them hungry for the other's touch. Penelope wrapped her arms around Liam's neck, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss. Their tongues met, exploring each other's mouths as they lost themselves in the moment.

"Please spare me " Adia begged softly. "calm down dear the night is gonna be a long one and I'm not done with you yet" Seb whispered in her ear with a raw sweet voice.He drove one of his finger into her clit,as he also placed his tongue on her nibbling on her flesh, while Adia tried avoiding all the pleasures he was giving her, she couldn't stop her body from reacting to his touch,as she tried surpassing all her moans.

It hit the internet like wildfire. By dawn, the entire city was buzzing about the headline: "Billionaire Damien Cole in FAKE Romance? Leaked Contract Exposes Staged Relationship." Serena sat frozen in front of her laptop as the article was splashed across every major gossip site. The article came with a photocopy of the original contract, complete with her signature and Damien's. Bullet points were highlighted in red. "Duration: Three months minimum." "Public appearances required." "Emotional intimacy not guaranteed."

As they filed out of the room, none of them dared say it aloud, but they were all thinking the same thing: “Let’s go and act normal,” Ronke muttered as she opened the door. “Nigerian weddings don’t wait for anybody—even scandal.” Kemi stayed beside Zara, offering quiet company. Then, her phone buzzed. She glanced down without thinking—and her breath caught. It was a blogger notification from one of those infamous Lagos gossip pages, the kind that stirred chaos with no remorse.

To save face, I tell Jameson, “The film really wasn’t a romance. Infidelity and no happy ending are big no-nos in the romance genre. Yet, it did have strong romantic undertones that were—” “Nikki.” He gives sort of a low, half-snort as he returns the hankie to his pocket before hitching my chin with his crooked finger. “Never, ever have I said, since the auction, that you can’t express feelings.” I hold a gape in check. He’s caught me completely off guard. Even more so as his expression softens. “I do want to know you,” he avers. “Not just your sexual preferences, but you as a person, outside my office doors.”

I guess he was very considerate, waiting for me. As I get back into his car, after sending the money, he waits for me impatiently. “This is the most absurd thing I have ever seen in a prostitute.” Damn idiot! “I already told you that I'm not a prostitute, stop calling me that!” I told him very angry. “I don't think so.” He tells me driving back to the city. “A slut is a slut, you can't deny what you are.” I wanted to beat him up like he was a fighter, but he had already paid me a large sum of money. , I couldn't say no.

“So, the person who drove you home earlier is your regular customer, right?” Nia's grin widened. Now she did not wait for Velia's answer, assuming her guess wasn't wrong. “I just wanted to remind you. Did that man use a condom?” Velia pondered for a moment. She tried to remember and shook her head. The image of Lucas tossing the condom when he realized she was still untouched came to mind. “Oh my God!” Nia exclaimed, her eyes bulging. “He didn't use a condom? Do you know the risks, Ve? You could get a disease!”

My best friend liked it instantly. [Congrats, Director Thornton. Welcome to freedom!] I was promoted to the position of finance director in my company. I bought my own home, and I had a cat. After everything I had been through, I finally understood that loving myself was where lifelong romance would truly begin.

He looks at Eze. “Get him out. Medical. Then lock him up again.” The team moves. Damian turns back to me. “You tackled him.” “Couldn’t let them shoot him.” He studies me. Then smiles, small, real. “My stubborn little hero.” He kisses me again. Slower. Deeper. The cold store smells of blood and rust. But we’re still breathing. Still together. Still whole. And somewhere in Lagos, Horizon is crumbling. The merger is still alive. The ransom failed.