Nigerian Romance Novels & Stories

He asked, trying not to sound disrespectful but the annoyance in him grew slowly. Bella giggled, she let go of her leg, stood up and walked towards him, her sharp eyes not leaving her prey. With sexy eyes, she got close to him, sat on his desk, their eyes facing each other as she held onto his chin. "You are so handsome Dennis and a handsome man like you need a young beautiful lady like me, a lady who is ready to give you your wildest nasty desire" she whispered, her eyes not leaving him. Slowly, she went close to him to kiss him but Dennis was quick enough to shove his face away from her.

She screamed, her nails raking down his back as she convulsed around him. His strokes were hard and fast, the bed creaking beneath them as he drove into her again and again. Gizelle met his thrusts, her legs wrapping around his waist and her nails digging into his back. The room was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, the slap of flesh against flesh and their mingled moans and cries. “Fuck!” he barked, his hand sliding up to cup one of her bouncing breasts. He squeezed the full weight of it, his thumb flicking over the hardened nipple. “You feel so fucking good.”

It was rich, unbothered, the kind of laugh that bent air around it. Chi looked up. Nonye leaned against a kiosk, braids soaked, cigarette balanced between her fingers as if she owned the street. Her eyes caught Chi’s and refused to let go. “Your umbrella’s a waste,” she called out, smirking. Chi should have kept walking should have brushed it off but something about that smirk loosened her. She laughed back, shoulders easing despite the rain. And that was it. That was the moment her world shifted. What followed was a firestorm, Nonye kissed like she wanted to brand Chi’s soul, touched her like she was carving her name into her skin. They loved as though the world wasn’t against them, as thou

It was a promise to love and protect, to cherish and nurture the flame that burned brightly in our hearts. A surge of passion and desire ignited between us. The air crackled with an electric energy, and I could feel the intensity building as our lips drew closer. Unable to resist the magnetic pull, our mouths met in a searing, passionate kiss. It was a union of souls, a melding of two hearts that beat as one. Our tongues danced in a passionate rhythm, exploring the depths of each other's desires. He bit my lips and sucked my blood from them, grabbing my hair.

Damian took a breath, jollof smoke, cat, palm oil, Ankara, black dress, wheelchair, Queens jacket, $5 hoodie, Ghana-Must-Go bags, Lagos Zoom 100 aunties now at 11:14 PM Lagos time shouting "SIX! BRIDE PRICE TIMES SIX! ANGEL PANCAKE!" "Jasmine Alvarez from Yaba with one Ghana-Must-Go bag," he said, voice shaking, funny and emotional. "You came with $5 hoodie. You told me ex in Nigeria. You hid morning sickness, doctor appointment, vitamins in Lipton box. You carried six at 8 weeks alone on 2 train, lost one, kept five, kept angel in heart. You work as nanny, you carry five plus angel, you flatlined twelve times in Lenox Hill, five times in Tokyo, six times in Flatbush, and you still share pan

Just quiet. Chioma had sorted everything. Slipped the conductor extra 50,000 naira for “discretion.” Got them seats at the back near the toilet less chance of anyone noticing. The driver, stocky guy with tribal marks, barely glanced at their fake IDs (Emeka and Tunde) before waving them on. In Nigeria, cash talks louder than any suspicion.

I think it is a letter that will also make you smile too. "Who are you?" Riley asked after he had successfully made the lion to run deep inside the forest. "You know me, Riley. You are Nigerian and I am Pakistani. I am the girl you saw earlier today. The one with the broken nails. I am the girl you wrote a love letter to before you slept." I had planned not to introduce myself that way but considering the setting, it seemed right. Riley took a quick good look at my face. "What is your name?"

" Not my first." He nodded. She had made up her mind. He leaned down and kissed her as he began to make his way in. "Damn! You're so tight," he muttered and then remembered her words. He halted and looked at her closed eyes. "Don't tell me you're a –" Joyce opened her eyes and nodded. His jaw dropped. He was not surprised. That would be an understatement. He was shocked. Nigeria was a country where you rarely see one virgins from young girls, even at age fifteen.

I wanted it to look like those books I read where the sweet smelling cologne of the boy/guy would intoxicate the girl. Sadly this is Nigeria, in Lagos and not some romantic comedy movie/book. Atleast he didn't smell bad or sweaty and I wasn't some lovestruck teenager who had a huge crush on him. He didn't even know who I was, didn't spare a glance at my direction. He certainly didn't recognize me as the girl he did those terrible things to last night. He was cute and I didn't like him but was attracted to his looks, it was hard not to.

"That's good. You guys sha have to get going so that mummy will not call you Femi. If she does, you sef you know what will happen." "Yeah I know and I don't have strength for her scolding so let's go baby." Femi said. "Alright its good to see you Kola." I said and Femi and I headed out ready to see his parents. ——— Femi. We got to my parents' door and I sighed. Ama was still nervous. I could feel it. I understood her. Even though there was nothing to be nervous about, I still understood her. Nollywood and romance movies didn't make this any easier.