Things Fall Apart Book Novels & Stories

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,

At Jeremy's scolding, the middle aged lady froze before obediently collecting and throwing her clipped nails in the trash basket next to her desk. It was then Aunt Ela noticed the presence of another person with them. Aunt Ela's eyes squinted at the young man beside her favorite employee. The young man stood tall, a few more inches taller than Jeremy, deep raven hair pushed together in the shape of a dumpling―what today's youngsters say as a new hairstyle. Very casually attired and in hands, a plain thin book. Aunt Ela looked at Jeremy. Jeremy understood the look Aunt Ela gave him and said. "Aunt, this is a friend. He wants to borrow this book. Will you help him with the procedures?"

I can't stop thinking about everything, from the cave to Gabriel being my mate and then to saving the people. It is starting to become so depressing especially since I don't even have a clue where to find the moonstone. I have finished my mom's book and I haven't found anything useful again apart from the handwritten poem at the back. With everything worth sacrificing, I chose my own flesh. Out of the weak comes the strong And out of the strong comes the mighty. The purest of all. White as snow, pure as the blood in her veins. The war is coming. At the strike of the snow on the ground.

“Look at yourself! Suspicious, jealous, and always imagining the worst. “You’re nothing like the thoughtful woman you used to be. You grew up on the streets, Clea. “You could never compare to someone like Fran, who has wealth and grace. “If you have the energy to make up lies, you’re clearly not that sick. “Stay home, reflect on yourself, and clean up the place before I get back. And don’t call me.” The door slammed shut behind him as silence swallowed the room. Then I felt a wet warmth between my legs. The life inside me was slipping away. With the last of my strength, I reached for my phone and called my best friend, Lina Lester.

“I am not sleeping in the same room with you.” “It’s not up for debate.” I watched as the corners of his mouth curled up in victory. I had been defeated in a losing game and it hurt so fucking much that I rammed my teeth into my lower lips, my head hung low. Being into a marriage where I had no say, sucks! It made me lose my self esteem……, Finally, after what felt like forever, the car slowed down and turned right, driving forward until it finally halted in front of a bronze tall gate, probably taller than the wall of Jericho. If I wasn’t exaggerating.

I stuttered as the phone fell from my palm finding its way to the marbled parking lot ground. CHECK OUT BOOK TWO (THE BILLIONAIRE EX-LOVER'S REVENGE)

As she’s about to leave the room, someone called. “Hey, I’m leaving the hotel. My car service is waiting,” she talked to the person on the other line. “I can’t wait to see you here. We’ve so much to see and talk about,” Noah said. Cela gave her room one final look. This is the place where she leaves her old self. “We wanted to go to a specific place and it didn’t matter if the road was rough and the journey was long. In the end, we found different places for ourselves but these places were the destinations where we were truly meant to go,” she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

She had set her sights too high, only to see them crumble in devastation before her eyes when he had so rudely turned her away. The coach slowed in front of a square, two-story white house surrounded by a white and black picket fence. A decorative panel crowned the front door while flattened columns stood on each side. Five windows crossed the front of the house on each level, all closed behind draperies. The pitched roof displayed two chimneys on opposite ends. No smoke billowed from the inside. Isabelle’s hopes dropped. The house looked deserted. Would she be able to do what she needed by herself?