Nigerian Romance Novels & Stories

she said. I knew she wouldn't give up without me giving her a proper explanation, so I told her the lie I had concocted after deciding to go to work today. "We were about to go on the honeymoon yesterday when my husband got an emergency call from the hospital telling him that the guy he did surgery on was having multiple seizures, so we decided to call it quits and have the honey moon here in Nigeria. And moreover, how many Nigerians go for their honeymoon outside the country?" ?She is not the first victim to fall for that lie; though, she's the fifth, and I believed more were on the way.

I said. "I know you wanna dance with me," Raymond said. He changed to music to 365 Is My Number/The Message on the Juju Music Album. "This is your favorite Nigerian song of the decade." "It is your favorite doesn't make it mine, you shouldn't listen to the Nigerian we just met." Indeed, the song was one of my favorite Nigerian songs of the decade but I didn't want him to finally conclude that we are destined to be. "Okay, it is my favorite so I thought I would be yours. Please, dance with me." He said, offering his hand.

I reached for one of my phones and made a call, placing it on speaker. "Sir" the security said over the phone. "Come and get a bitch out of my room" I said coldly and ended the call. I heard her whimper and next, she grabbed her bag from the bed and ran out of the room. I puffed out smoke from my mouth as I heard her whack the door. I wonder when I'll stop seeing such drama. Cheap ladies. They know the only thing I want is their body. Yet, they still go ahead to make attempts on me. When will they understand I can never fall in love?

"What do you mean by a woman is still a woman? Is anyone challenging the inferiority of a woman because I know you come from a country where women are treated without respect." "Who told you that?" Uju fired, pulling her head forward so that Maria lost her grip. "Nigeria is not the way it used to be. I can accept our cultural diversity has gotten the better of us but not to the point where we are unable to accept change." Maria laughed again, slowly pushing Uju's head back into its original position. "I read that Nigeria has over two hundred and fifty ethnic groups. Which one do you belong to?" "Igbo!" Uju said proudly. "And you?"

She looked at the figure even though it wasn't very clear, she could see a black pair of gorgeous eyes, a straight pointed nose, full luscious kissable lips and he clearly is a handsome dude. "I don't mind at all" she responds coming out of the survey class with his body. "You are a beauty, my dear; Forgive my manners, dear, my name is Kola. I'm an IT consultant." He yelled because of the loud music blasting from the speakers. "Nice meeting you, Kola, I'm__ " "Chimamanda Jean Odenigbo second daughter of the business magnate Uche Odenigbo." He completed it as if he was reciting A,B,C.

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Me: **offer me yourself** A bottle of water would do… Zainab: Ok, sir… I would be right back… Within some minutes, Zainab came back with a bottle of water and her mum concluded the discussion with her sister and she left. She: So Mr Dioxidane, you are welcome once again… Me: Thank you very much ma… She: So where are you from? Me: I’m from Akwa-Ibom ma… She: Where is that? Me: **I talk am say dis woman no be Nigerian** It’s in the Niger-Delta region of the country ma…

Jasmine : victor just says whatever you want to says Victor : I Jasmine : go on Victor : I am Jasmine : you're what Saying the truth is good cause it makes heart break not so hurt Victor now split it out Victor : I am leaving jasmine thanks for your cares. You're a great girl. I come over to your company just to raise money for transport and now I have get more than the money I need for transport so in three days time I be in Nigeria Jasmine blink her eyes twice Jasmine : you're going right

Again, all through the trip to work, all Isioma could ever think of was her love life and her past relationships. First was Richard, a thirty-four-year-old Nigerian man who she met at her Friend’s birthday party here in Houston, Texas. Richard was a tall, handsome, good-looking, assertive, and confident man. Though in his early thirties, Richard was young at heart, in looks, and spirit. Whenever her friends from Lagos visited her, they would always call Richard a teenager.

She was a true African beauty. “So, this is what a typical honeymoon feels like, my love?” “You said it, baby.” “I’m really going to miss you, Pierre daring.” “Abuja is not too far from Kogi State. I’ll try to come by next month.” “Pierre darling… that’ll make my heart explode with joy.” I lifted her up and carried her in my arms the next second. I kissed her, and she pulled my neck towards her the next minute. “My Arabian-African love…”