Precious Ogbonna Novels & Stories

Stella said all together. “You knew this is really a talent.” Bisola said. Stella frowned and withdrew her drink. “Really, because I don’t think there is nothing special in able to identify Precious Stone.” “There are lot of things special about it.” Bisola said. Stella hanged get shoulder up. “Then intrigue me then.” “Okay, yesterday someone gave me a jewelries that should worth more than 10 million Euro, you knew how much that is to our currency here in Nigeria.” Bisola said with an expectations look on her.

★ When did we all Start believing in magic ★ ••• Sarah sat at the edge of the pristine walls of 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒂𝒓 𝒅𝒆 𝒍𝒂 𝒄𝒖𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒆, one of the most popular and expensive eateries in the whole of Port-harcourt city owned by the Okoye's. yes! Sarah Okoye's parents.

This is how I live my life, every single day and right now, I can’t do anything about my present predicament but grumble as I give you a brief intro about me. My name is Eno-Obong Ekanem (Gift of God), for short I’m called Eno. I’m from IkotEkpene local government, Akwa-ibom state, Nigeria. I’m thirty-one years old and a single mother of a beautiful thirteen year old girl, Unwana (Bright), who presently is in a boarding school.

he said as I was tongue-tied. He smiled as he called out to his said daughter who turned towards our direction. She started walking towards our direction as I felt like I was in a dream, her every step gave me the assurance that she was really the poor wretched Mma I know. "Dad you called me" she said as she flashed me a smile. "Honey meet my business partner, king Okechukwu, he is the king of Umueze village and also the father of Doctor Princewill I guess you've met him before" he introduced as she turned and waved at me.

Part I When you have everything, what could you possibly desire? CHAPTER ONE His Royal Majesty, Pierre Paul Abutu Ph.D (Honoris Causa), JP, the current Attah of Igala and a native of Igalamela-Odolu Local Government Area of Kogi State, Nigeria, is my name. This is my story, and these are my love affairs.

Victoria Island, Lagos – 7:42 p.m., February 2026. Chinedu Okonkwo tugged at his tie in the back of the Uber, the silk already damp and clinging to the sweat trickling down his neck. The radio was going on about President Tinubu’s latest order to the military religious leaders calling it a “shield against Western immorality,” saying homosexuality was still a danger to the nation’s soul. The driver, a solid Hausa guy, sucked his teeth in agreement and cranked the volume. Chino just stared out at the lights on the Lekki-Ikoyi Link Bridge, all that shiny money spent while his sisters back in Onitsha still squeezed onto one mattress every night.

“You’re not my father. You’re 22. You get to be more than 1 mistake.” Balogun nodded. Couldn’t speak. Willa walked up. “Zainab is in a safe house. NFCC detail. She starts classes Monday.” Balogun dropped the broom. “Thank you.” “Don’t thank me,” Willa said. “Earn it.” Nathan joined them. “James called for you in court today, Balogun. 3 times.” Balogun flinched. “He’s 41,” Nathan said. “Mr. Okonkwo died at 47. You’re 22. You have 25 years he can’t take if you don’t give them.”

They had all learnt she was an ex-convict. With a snigger, Gibson remarked, "You're just coming out of prison and you already became so rich that you want to withdraw five million dollars? Without elaborating, all Diana did was only smiled back. "Well..." As he spoke, other customers started to take pictures of him and with a smug expression plastered across his face, he reintroduced himself, "I'm Wizzy, the 001 of afrobeat.. Grammy award nominee. You can check out my albums later.."