Samuel Okechukwu Novels & Stories

I continued to sit and observe long after I finished my coffee, which lived up to Dorothy’s hype by the way, and was just about to get up to leave when a guy, probably around my age, approached my table. “Hi.” He said, flashing me a set of dazzling white teeth as he gripped the back of the chair directly across from me. “Hello back” I said, almost like a question. “I’m sorry, I noticed you walking through town today, I work at the mechanics across the road.” He said smoothly, as he pointed to the workshop directly across from us “I just got off work and saw you still here, I had to come and introduce myself because there is never anyone new in town, especially anyone my age. I’m Jake” he hel

Of course, they would, the two of us were the talk of almost everyone around, and it was only normal and expected for people to be admiring our presence. “Ezra?” I heard from behind me. I turned around to smile when I saw Mikhail, one of the club’s founders, standing in front of me. “And you must be Lia.” “How are you, Mikhail?” I asked, nodding at the man. “I am well, thank you for coming.” He said, and I smiled, feeling somewhat proud of him. The man was opening the club, as his first project, after his father died. His father was initially in charge of drugs, but his son was choosing a different path, and though it wasn’t a guaranteed one in the grounds of a cartel, it would at least guar

Please is head cook in? Ehh, she dey but na oga I dey- - - - Yes she is and, Mr. Oke is around but Mrs, today oo, madam, I don cormot Oke is out. Abeg, no vex say I call you- - - - Please, pardon my early call na you na- - - - - - anything for you Oga first pikin they come from obodoebo- - - Mr. Oke’s first son is coming from overseas with

Donovan took hold of Boma’s hand and they followed behind his grandfather. When they entered the house, Boma marveled at the interior. A nice clean scent was in the air. It smelled like some sort of fresh air freshener and made her want to keep staying there. Again, she controlled herself from inhaling deeply. She didn’t want to embarrass herself. She also admired the interior décor. Everything was shiny and big. “Grandpa is a Civil Engineer by profession,” Donovan informed her. “He always gets contracts from the government and private clients and firms. And lest I forget, he is the CEO of Azel company as well as the Executive director of Garrett farms which he inherited from my great grandp

she repeats herself while finishing up cooking. “Oh okay, who?” I ask curiously as I move around the counter next to Sam. He’s still my safe place. I try not to make it a habit of being so close to him, but after so many years of doing it, it just feels normal. He gives me a small smile and places his hand on my knee, a silent meaning to us both. We are each other's comfort. As much as he is mine, I am his, I’ll keep his secrets, and he’ll keep mine no matter what. “Alpha Oliver Steward of Liverpool,” she mutters as she throws the pan into the sink, making a loud crash against the stainless steel sink.

To ensure that I didn’t lose my child, he was playing this whole dirty game right now. The lies and treason, all these exposed him as the man that he was. Dean kept his eyes on me for a second, frowning in confusion before he looked at the door. His mother, father, and the so-called Kai stood, frowning at our sight. “I, Alpha Dean Ivanov, Pakhan, and Alpha of Alphas, accept your rejection.”