The Book Of Negroes นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Lagos at night was a city of disguises. Streetlights softened poverty. Glass towers disguised corruption. And darkness gave everyone permission to become someone else. As Damian's car moved through the city, nobody spoke. Not because there was nothing to say. Because every possibility felt dangerous. Adaeze wanted to talk. After years of silence. After Chidinma's death. After Lawson's death. After the walls had begun collapsing around everyone involved. The timing was suspicious. But then again—

It felt good to laugh again, even if it hurt my head. We settled on her couch, and I told her everything. The files. The ciphers. The names. The things no one was ever supposed to see. “I’ve unlocked so much, Raina,” I said, sliding the notepad across the table. “Detailed records of meetings. Blackmail lists. Offshore accounts. All connected to the Order.” Her eyes widened as she skimmed through the pages. “You’re kidding…” “And that’s not all,” I continued, my voice dropping. “There’s something called the Black Book, a hidden digital ledger. It documents every transaction, every cover-up, every crime. And it’s tied directly to Mr. Everhart.”

GOODNOVEL VERSION PROLOGUE A fine bungalow apartment located in the woods somewhere in eastern Nigeria, it was dark and the stars had crowded the sky like fire flies having a feast, the forest was dark, cold and quiet, the light from the building brightened the open space around the house, the power of the light’s brightness reduces further and further away from the house with very little light touching on the trees and bushes, crickets singing aloud in the dark. Uzor had been up for so long studying some ancient books on Celestial beings, he had spent almost 400 thousand naira for these books to arrive Nigeria but still he was not satisfied, he was a great lover of the supernatural and exis

Welcome dudes and dudeths! I'm honestly Soo excited to start writing a book of this caliber. Apparently this is my very first Nigerian book, yup very first. I've always had the thought of writing a book that brings awareness to some of the bad things going on in our society today, practically to all teens out there in the world, and how we can change our society at large. I honestly hope my book reaches out to people out there. Some of the things this book is going to surround on would be,

"Yes he has, Ibekwe. Be strong and have faith." James shuffled towards the door. "James!" "Yes, Ibekwe." "What will you call your new book?" "I thought of a simple but strong name. I will call it: Shading Black: The trilogy of an African village. The name fits it." "James!" Ibekwe called again. "Yes, Ibekwe." "The name of your book is perfect. Thank you for everything." James kept quiet. He raised his hands and wiped the tears in his eyes. "Goodbye, Ibekwe," he said.

Berhes broke into a pleased smile, which made his massive cheekbones seem even larger. -Your sources were not mistaken, there really is a nest here. - sounded in the head of Berhes. He nodded in agreement. Two black-cloaked figures strode north along the narrow parapet. In a long corridor, a light was on in some places, as usual, they forgot to turn off the power supply, and for several years now electricity has lit the way only for rats and stray dogs. The presence of people was indicated by garbage scattered everywhere, beer cans, boxes, a wheelchair that had come from nowhere, upside down and crumpled. All this rested under a thick layer of dust and dirt. On Baruz's hip, the polished barr

If this contract was broken, the price would be paid in blood. She felt no relief when the deal was done. Only more well concealed fear and anxiety. Amberleigh couldn’t help but think the enemy of my enemy was not a friend. It was rather another fucking enemy! And they seemed to be closing in indeed because Grayson had just laid out the fucking welcome mat. Chapter 45

she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

Claude found a few books on witchcraft that she had never seen before, and Nuella showed her a few books on magic that she had acquired over the years. As they were about to leave the room, Claude noticed a small book sitting on a shelf all by itself. It was old and worn, with a black cover that had been embossed with a strange symbol. "What's this?" Claude asked, picking up the book. Nuella's eyes widened as she saw the symbol. "That's the Necronomicon," she said, her voice low. "You shouldn't touch that." Claude looked at the book and felt a shiver run down her spine. She had heard of the Necronomicon before, and she knew that it was said to contain dark and dangerous magic.

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"