Romance Novels By Nigerian Authors Novels & Stories

He asked questions about where she was from. She mentioned Lagos. He seemed genuinely curious. “That must have been quite a change moving to London,” he said. “It was,” she admitted. “I’ve never been to Nigeria,” he said thoughtfully. “But I’d love to visit someday.” “You should,” Amara replied. “It’s beautiful.” Daniel smiled. “I believe you.” Across the room, Edward returned from the counter with two coffees. He paused halfway across the café. Amara was sitting at the table. But she wasn’t alone.

I said. "It isn't really, just be smug," the Cameroonian lad smiled. Less muscles involved i guess. "Having spent my whole life in Nigeria, i don't know how to be smug," I joined him in his laughter. "Someone told me on my way here that most of the people here are both authors and agnostics. So are you a published author?" "Not yet. Don't believe what people say easily. I am neither an author nor an agnostic. Besides, I don't think the publishing world is ready to grab a soul like mine. I got lots of planned books to write before I die. Thirteen books for now."

Sleeping with a total stranger was not something I have ever done, and sleeping with a man for a job or money, hell no. I am broke, annoying and pretty stupid sometimes, but then I have my dignity and would never allow myself be insulted. I would never forget that producer, I often see him in my dreams. I would beat him up and made him regret being alive. But that was in my dreams, whenever he didn't appear in my dream, I would think about beating him up before getting up from the bed. "Beautiful" I muttered as I looked at how gorgeous I looked. I stood up and went straight to the kitchen. My mum was making breakfast, and my siblings looked like they just finished cleaning the house.

The ones that cat called any girl who passed their line of sight, sometimes they were even accused of attempted rape. Janet remembered how she snapped when Yinka accused him of being part of them, even if Derek looked...not so friendly, that didn't mean he was part of those people. "Do I know for her, I don't have her time abeg." Ada snarled, clicking her tongue against her teeth, making a loud sound. Janet chuckled at this, she always found it difficult to do what Ada had just done. All these Igbo girls. Janet thought in her mind. Janet looked at her screen when she felt it vibrate, a message immediately popped up on it.

FICTION COME TRUE BOOK 2 Intro; Alessia Bellandi is a best seller dark romance author who has built her success writing about men who consume women whole. She writes about obsessive, dominant alpha males who are not just dangerous but attentive. Our reclusive writer lives a quiet life and she’s a socially awkward girl who lives in a quiet apartment that smells faintly of paper, ink, and the vanilla candles she forgets to blow out properly when writing. She writes about book men like a woman full and wild with experience which is quite the opposite of this dear author for she has never actually experienced life quite yet!

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS All thanks to the Almighty God for his constant love! ABOUT THE AUTHOR Esther Imoseme Aruna is an upcoming writer. She has written a few other books such as Forced to Marry, The Great Escape, Prey and Predator, The Wrong Dark house, Kimo the Dancing Frog, An Affair to Remember and many more are yet to come! She currently resides in Nigeria with her family. Prologue: We can’t choose who we fall in love with. Life brings us together with our soulmates and when we do meet them, we’ll know!

The Nouveau-Riche Romance Chapter twenty-nine The brightness of the day filtered into the room. Illuminating it with its soft glow. The illumination was just enough to rouse Joan from sleep. Her body felt relaxed, she felt mellow really. It felt like she was coming down from a drug high. No, it was a sex high. Sex? Sex... Joan abruptly opens her eyes as she remembered the events of the previous night. She had sex with Asher. Now that she thought about it it was a crazy night and she wouldn't believe it if she hadn't experienced it.

Agbai said. "His lifestyle or morals has nothing to do with his economics," I said. "Okay, I agree with you on that one. Um... You said you read Nigerian books, which one have you guys read." "Chimamanda's Purple Hibiscus, Americana, a whole lot," I said. "But I like Wole Soyinka's A Dance In The Forest and..." I paused to think of the other book. "Things Fall Apart," Raymond added. "Yes, that's it. Chinua Achebe's Things Fall Apart." I said.

“I believe it is my passion for anything arts and fun, as writing allows me to be myself and to write my own stories. Writing, as it is, allows me to always express myself in my own stories. “Wow that is indeed impressive,” Mr. Ross added. “Do you have any role models? Any writers you look up to?” he asked her. As someone who loved a lot of African writers, Isioma found it extremely hard to answer. After careful thought, “Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie and also JK Rowling,” Isioma said with a sense of conviction deep in her heart. “Okay. Those are good writers. I read a lot of Chinua Achebe myself.”

"You see all those famous Nigerian authors like Chimamanda Adichie, Lambert Ototo, Chinua Achebe, Wole Soyinka. They all started by learning and understanding the smaller things. Understood?" She smiled, her one-sided dimple appearing, "Yes." "So to start, I will buy you Queen Premier. That's your level." She hugged him. "Thank you, Uncle." ............ "And I know I say it a lot but thanks again for today, the food., the ride..." "Don't mention, May." He told her. "But you haven't still told me what you want to do with a full bag of oranges." She only smiled, ignoring his question. They all got out of the car that was parked in front of May's house gate. Iby opened the back