Samuel Okechukwu Mga Nobela at Kwento

Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious. Tonight, he was up against another monster a man rumored to be just as deadly, ju

For the elite guard to grace their home meant something monumental was happening—whether a blessing or a curse, she didn't know. Jake stepped forward, bowing low as the commander approached. “Is that her?” the Kingsguard asked, his sharp eyes locking onto Calista. “Yes, Sir Braavos,” Jake replied eagerly. “Her name is Calista Caitlynn. Nineteen, a maiden, and a virgin. I am certain the Alpha will find her suitable.” Sir Braavos signaled his men, and a heavy iron box filled with gold coins was handed over to Jake in exchange for his daughter.

The humid night air of Lagos pulsed with raw energy. April 2026. The city never slept — generators hummed, music thumped from distant clubs, and the thick scent of grilled suya, ocean salt, and exhaust filled the sticky darkness. In a heavily guarded private villa on the outskirts of Victoria Island, Chief Adewale Okonkwo, 47, held absolute court.

“Emeka Odeka?” “Yes, sir.” James staggered back and dropped heavily into the chair behind him. His heart hammered violently in his chest, each beat echoing in his ears. This couldn’t be happening. Not Odeka. Not now. Mr. Emeka Odeka was not just another investor. He was the investor. An oil and gas magnate with business interests spread across several states in the United States and deep-rooted operations in Nigeria, Odeka’s name carried enormous weight in financial circles. His involvement alone had given Striker Holdings credibility in rooms James had never been able to enter before.

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

He kept looking at his watch, annoyed until he us. I took that as my cue to leave the car and walk to him. He eyes me up and down and licked his lips before offereing his hand. I put my hand in his and he brought it to his mouth, kissing the back of it. He then smiled at me, showcasing his yellowing teeth. “When they said my date was beautiful, I didn’t imagine she was this pretty. You are very gorgeous.” “Thank you, sir.” “Call me Alonzo. The girls also call me daddy.” He remarked with an ugly laugh that turned into a heavy cough. I looked away in fear that some of his saliva would fall on my face.

“I'm thinking about sending Felix and Samuel back to New York to fix this until Alex is fit to resume work.” Felix raised his hand to signal an interruption. “Apologies for interrupting, I do not mind going back to New York. I know the office and the staff quite well, I can represent Sir Alex but who is Samuel?” “Samuel is our CEO here, he is well vast and loyal too. He will work hand in hand with you to bring everything back to order.” “That's a relief but who would stand in here for him?” I smiled at him, pleased with his good heart. “Don't worry, I can resume the office in the meantime. Growing old doesn't mean I'm old. I'm still very much in the game.”

The other Councilor—who was beside Councilor Antonio—spoke when the tension in the room came back at the silence that took over after that. “Have you, perchance, seen that rogue boy from your previous encounters, then? The reason why you know him?” I shook my head. “No. I knew him from inside this pack.” Quieter murmurs came in. Everyone was curious who it was. “I knew him in the Omega House. He’s an Omega lycan, working with me in the house. He’s name is Samuel.” “Samuel…” I turned to Ben when he suddenly murmured. “You know him, too, right?” The healer nodded.

she said “His name was Okechuku Godwin, a cultist, quite notorious, a robber and a rapist, he and three others raided a house in an estate, they collected over 5 million naira in cash. They didn’t stop there, they beat up the family then took the raid to another whole level” she explained and he listened curiously

“You know you missed me, don't talk like that” “Go ahead Shanti, what do you want? I'm a little busy right now” “Okay, fine. Where's the information I asked for? I didn't see anything” “You didn't? I tried sending it earlier. Hold on” There's shuffling in the background and then some keypad sound “Oh, I forgot to click send. Must have left it like that Rushing, there I just sent it. Check it” “Okay thanks, Caleb” "Fuck off,” He says just before he hangs up. I smile as I open the information. It's a list of Warehouses Roman owns, from legal businesses down to illegal ones.