Category: Short Story

August 9, 2024

LOATHING

Preye Wilcox had everything: a billionaire father, a trust fund, and a guaranteed spot in the family empire. However, she desired more than just a silver spoon.

Determined to prove her worth, Preye swapped her corner office for an intern desk at Jitech, an up-and-coming IT firm. On her first day, she locked eyes with Ayiba – tall, muscular, and undeniably magnetic. Their attraction was instant and electric.

But in the competitive world of tech, romance comes with a price. As Preye climbed the corporate ladder, she discovered a side of Ayiba that his charming smile couldn’t hide: a man struggling with her meteoric rise and his own stagnation.

CW: Sex, Language, and Nudity.

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May 12, 2024

Same Ol’ D

Women like me ought to be applauded. Wanna know why? Because the continuation of humanity depends on us. With everyone running around looking for D, I’m steadily looking for H. Finding a hubby in Dallas is harder than the proverbial needle in a haystack, to be honest. The white dudes I know are all about…

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May 11, 2024

OF ROSES AND BLOOM

Sodiq Nasir, a highly celebrated motivational speaker, has the power of the tongue but nothing for his sanity. To silence the limiting voices in his head and keep his raving fans mentally and emotionally pumped, Sodiq resorts to drugs. On the night of a star-studded event, his manager finds him unconscious in his hotel room and rushes him to a rehabilitation Centre on the outskirts of Lagos.
When he awakes on the bed of Rediscover Rehabilitation Centre, a private home open to a select few and aimed at helping people fight addictions, Sodiq begins a long battle to break his drug dependence. But finds he’s becoming armed with a darker addiction; an obsession with the proprietor of RRC, Ọyáwálé Adisa.

Keywords: Second Chances
Heat Level: 3

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April 13, 2024

Left on Read

There are different types of cold that would catch you in this life. Harmattan cold and rain-beat-you cold. The worst cold that would ever catch you is the cold from this type of text message. Baby, I’m pregnant. It’s yours. This type of cold can never leave you. Or me. Pregnant? How can she be…

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