Nigerian Romance Novels & Stories

Without any alternative, she was forced to fall back into prostitution again. The two of them hit it off straight away. Benedict went back for Yvonne every night. They would start talking about their life stories after sex. A deep affection began to grow between them. Yvonne, who was more than ten years older than Benedict, looked after him like an elder sister. He finally experienced what it felt like to be taken care of. They were caught in a whirlpool of passion. Their biggest problem was that both of them were flat-out broke. She suggested that he could start saving up slowly by selling alcohol at the same nightclub. He refused to take on the humiliating job.

She said and I laughed. "Yeah you were right, we also made a deal to take the winner to any country of their choice so I guess I owe you a trip to any country in the world but you still haven't given me an answer." I said and she stood up, moved closer to me and kissed my forehead. "Is that enough for an answer?" She asked and I chuckled. "Definitely" I said. "I love you Alex, I really do." She said. "I love you too Jasmine, a lot." I replied and she smiled.

'Let me read you the next story,' she said eagerly. 'What's the title?' 'Charrey, the Parrot. I bet you will find it intriguing.' 'With all pleasure, go on,' Jerome encouraged. Anuri began evenly, her eyes alight with joy. “Back in history, in the land of Okirika, the riverine area of Nigeria, there lived a woman. She was tall, fair complexioned and very beautiful. Her name was Nima. Nima was a single woman so she lived all alone in her four-bedroom domicile.

Lamar addsd. “What beautiful women? The ones throwing themselves on my crotch for a 100 bucks?” Damien threw back his head and laughed. The rest of us went quiet upon hearing that, but he was too immersed in his little world to notice. “Isn’t that cheap though?” I asked. “Of course they are cheap. Nigerian girls will do anything for money” He kept laughing. “I’m not talking about the women, I’m talking about you. Why would you offer 100 bucks? I hope you didn’t tell them we are business partners?”

Naren and Rhea both screamed when a name came out of their child's beautiful lips. "Your ex from high school? Your first ex-boyfriend?" asked Naren in disbelief. "Yes, Pa. Trust me, Pa. Adam won't be in the apartment. It's just me and his aunt from Pontianak. I only accompany Tante Desi for walks while in Jakarta. As soon as Adam came back from out of town, I went straight home. "

He gave me a disgusted look "I ain't listening to a lady who denied seeing me outside the company building" I bit my lower lip and gave him a pitiful face "I'm sorry about that too, I was scared" "Scared of what?" "Scared of you and I didn't want to lose my job either" Silence creped in for some seconds and I respected myself by staying quiet. "Who doesn't know me in Nigeria?..." He pouted and looked elsewhere, he then looked at me "...am I that horrible that I look scary to you?" "Um...it's not like you're scary....just that...you're...you're..." I stuttered looking for the right words to use.

I swiped to the next comment. Urlah L: Ida is a much better date. She is rich, is a graduate from good universities in UK. She is a girl boss who deserves a man like Anthony. Also, imagine the conjunction of her family bushiness and his? OMG. They are like a prince and princess. Unlike that other trash who only slept her way to that position. She has nothing to offer but her lady parts. Lol. Go, Ida. I’ve always been an admirer.

He wasn't interested in other people's lives; as long as he and Paige could live happily, that was enough for him. "Ah..." Paige sighed softly, "I was hoping Tina and Niel would divorce. Then Tina could start a new life and build her career. She’ll then meet a handsome and wealthy man, marry him, and live happily ever after. Meanwhile, Niel would realize he had always loved Tina after the divorce and try to win her back, only to be harshly rejected by her." Chris felt strangely familiar with the plot. Wasn't it similar to the recently popular "romantic redemption" genre?

He stayed buried deep in Chioma, grinding slowly as they twitched and whimpered beneath him, completely ruined. “You came here as proud, beautiful women,” he said darkly, voice thick with satisfaction. “Now you leave knowing what a real Nigerian man can do to your bodies.” Chioma and Amina looked up at him with glassy, shattered eyes, bodies trembling, thighs soaked with cum, sweat, and their own juices. “Yes, Chief,” they whispered weakly. “We’re yours.” Outside, Lagos continued its restless, vibrant night. Inside the villa, two women had been thoroughly claimed and destroyed by raw, unrelenting power.

The Italian rolled off his tongue so easily and the goosebumps spread across my arms and up the back of my neck so fast it startled me. The cold office suddenly felt several degrees too warm. "What does that mean?" I whispered before I could stop myself. "Why don't you come to my office right now and take my cock into that sweet little mouth of yours. Maybe then I'll tell you what it means." His voice rasped hotly. My breath hitched. Hot heat rushed between my legs immediately and crossing them tighter right now was not helping in the slightest. "Why don't you go pay a sex worker to come suck your cock day and night,