Nigerian Romance Novels & Stories

She hung up. The small house was silent. Only Lena's sobbing. Jide looked at Damian. "Oga, what do we do?" Damian sat down slowly on the floor next to Lena. His wet trousers were still dripping. He took her shaking hands. "Lena Gadani from Kaduna who forged KASU, who aborted a baby because she was scared, who signed a contract to pretend to be my girlfriend," he whispered. "I still love you. But now I need to know - do you love me enough to let me go and save you?"

Jennifer Koch, my childhood friend, has spent years helping me "test" my boyfriend, Tyler Sloan, to see if he's someone worth being with. When she sends a message in our group chat saying that she wants a beach vacation, her boyfriend immediately books first-class flight tickets for the two of them. Meanwhile, I wait up, checking my phone constantly. The clock strikes midnight before Tyler's reply comes in. "I'm busy." On Valentine's Day, Jennifer is showered with gifts and flowers. What I get is a lecture from Tyler. "Can you not be so childish? Who cares about these frivolous things?" Every time, I hold back my tears and try to excuse his behavior for him. "He's just not a very sentime

She sighed, clearly coming to the part she didn't like narrating, but I wanted to hear it. “Ruined how? I thought she fell in love with Bangizwe's father?” “She did. A 20 year old girl who was the treasure of her family met a Congolese gangster. Nelisiwe didn't know that. He had a huge farm where he planted all sorts of plants. Nelisiwe loved going there. She fell in love with his love for plants. She was a simple girl. When she fell pregnant with Bangizwe, she had already discovered the bad sides of Nzinga, and she was ashamed of coming back home with a protruding belly or a baby. So she left the baby there and came home.” She left Bangizwe too? Nelisiwe was a complicated woman.

"She's out to get me. She faked her death. She faked the whole dramatic exit. She'll show up once I've paid my dues." He clung to that belief. It was all he had. Even if the love he felt was nothing but a side effect of some drug. Even if that love had curdled into something dark. Nora was beside herself, crying next to him. Francis watched her, and after a long pause, a sly grin spread across his face. "Yeah, Natalie loved me. She'd come running back the second she heard I was off the market." Nora, eyes red and swollen, looked up at Francis on bended knee and heard him say softly, "Nora, let's go ahead with the wedding, okay?

I was just . 'Eniiyi!' Lastborn chided. 'It is rude to ask for an adult's age!' 'It's—it's okay, really. I don't mind. I'm twenty four years old.' 'Cool,' said Lastborn, awed. 'Shebi you were shouting when I asked,' said Eniiyi to Lastborn, annoyed. Eniiyi remembered something. 'The police that came in earlier said we're in Enugu State. Where is that?' 'Yes. That's in the Southern part of Nigeria. You're really eight?' asked the woman.

"The guys. Kene, Seyi and I were with Niyi in his eatery at Lekki, when a tall, fair lady walked in. Niyi was totally dazed with her beauty, but it didn't affect me one bit. Niyi vowed to get her on his bed, you know Niyi, that guy loves sex and women." "Then Niyi suddenly changed his mind, he tagged me as a misogynist and then he dared me to get her phone number to prove I'm not, not only that. He made me ask her out and get her in bed with me, stating cleary there must be prove. It actually started with a dear. Then along the line, I think I fell in love with Hadiza. Then the pregnancy happened, I wavered and then fell in love. I didn't say anything till he was done. I joined him on the ba

You'd expect me to write more about my culture, my people. I recently told a friend to read my work on Wattpad and he said he'd try. Eventually he called me and said he finished my Book Insomnia and my edited version of After dark. He told me he enjoyed it but he expected something more about Nigeria and Our lifestyles. There was something he said that hit home. He said and I quote: I don't really blame you sha. You're just whitewashed. Sometimes I wish Nigerians would embrace their heritage and stop acting like oyibo.

Olivia shook her head towards her. "Are you teasing my dear Amy?" Ciara dropped her arm on her shoulder and nodded her head jestingly at us. "I don't fuck anymore! I don't!" Amy muttered, while we all cackled. " I actually need Niger guys not because I wanna fuck them. They are sweet, don't you think?" "Hmm! Sweet? Really?" Lilian mocked. "Like seriously! Jokes apart. Nigerian guys are the best." I grabbed my handy bag on the dining table and stood on my feet, clad in a red body warm gown below my knee.

Korede's POV It's thirteen years later, I live in Nigeria with my beautiful wife, Emma. My three lovely kids, Justin, Jacob and JoAnne. After the whole thing with Randy and the others, Emma and I graduated and decided that we both needed a change of environment. So we moved back to Nigeria although my family is still in America. After I moved to Nigeria and got my degree in the Mass Communication, I got signed fully to Macon Records where I release'The way that you are' my first single.

Kola responded, something flashed in Tomi eyes but I wasn’t paying attention. “Wait oh, I thought you said club.” I asked Kola but he grins. “Why will I want to take you to a club on your birthday, I just said it to get you off my back about what I had planned. I am thinking something more romantic, you know.” He explained as I played along. “Woo-hoo, Mr. Romantic.” I laughed but he replied me with a happy grin on his face. “Only because you are my woman. Womanly.” He made reference to my favorite Nigerian singer and I just couldn’t help but love him.