Samuel Okechukwu Novels & Stories

Jake tells him as the officer writes down the name and details. “The last note, it wasn’t directed to you, it was directed to Jake? Are you guys involved in any way?” He asked and I pursed my lips but decided to answer it before Jake can. “No, now we are not. I broke up with him but he is not leaving or ready to accept that fact. Talk about being stuck up, right? Can you help me replace my bodyguard?” I ask Samuel. “No I can’t.” “Then I’d like to speak to your superior.” I say but he just smiles at Jake.

ERIC'S POV Ever since I came back to Nigeria, six months ago, I have been very busy. Being the CEO of a rising company was not that easy. Yeah am Olaitan Eric Olaosebikan, only son of Engr. Olaosebikan and the sole apparent heir to the Best Global investments. Her thoughts never left my mind for the past six years have been in London. Little did I know, that my dad had some plans for me when I left the country six years ago.

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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.

RAPHA OKOYE "I am just a weak omega who cares nothing for fame," Amara Mensah says, his eyes leaking fake tears onto his expensive silver-trimmed combat suit while the crowd watches. "If my presence brings trouble to Master Luciano's great name, I will gladly give up my place in this tactical contest right now."

she said, chin high. Another voice joined. “I do.” An older man pushed through the crowd, glasses perched on a crooked nose, hands ink-stained and callused. Eamon, the old scholar. The man who taught Noah to read his first words. “I’ve seen the man you’ve become,” Eamon said. “Your mother would’ve been proud. And I stand with you now.” Then the voices came like a flood. “I do.” “You have my claws.” “For the Luna!” Then came Rakesh.

“Now I’m starting to think my life has turned into some kind of thriller movie.” I almost smiled. Almost. Her phone buzzed again. Both of us froze instantly. Unknown Number. Again. Amara looked at me nervously. “Should I answer?” “Yes.” She placed the phone on speaker and pressed accept. “Hello?” The same voice returned. Calm. Amused. “You sound tense, Amara.” “Who are you?” “Someone who knows your uncle very well.” My body went completely still. “Samuel Nwoye?” Amara asked.

" What's your name? " " Samantha " The lady replied with a soft tiny voice. She look away from Maximo for some seconds,not wanting to get completely mesmerized by the beauty she saw in those eyes of the Italian Mafia Boss. He was sitting still on the couch in his spacious, grandiose living room with a Cuban cigar on his lips. He wore a thick black jacket that fell and was swirls on top of the ever expensive boots he wore. There is nothing one might compare to the beauty in Maximo's steady eyes that morning.

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.

I mirrored back the smile. However, when we entered and I saw the man sitting at the head of the long table, my anxiety rushed back. Caius Tenebris stood up when we stepped in. His tall and broad stature was almost similar to Isaac’s. “Long time, Marcus?” He smiled at the beta who gave a terse nod and then bowed. “Good to see you, Alpha Caius.” He walked towards us. Unlike Marcus who was wearing a grey suit, he wore a beige button-up and black slacks. His black hair was back-brushed neatly. I tried not to gape at this handsomeness and despite being mated, I couldn’t help but appreciate his aura.