Novels by cleoegbuna

The feminine voice quivered with an intensity that hung in the air, leaving everyone suspended. The sudden confession from the lady left everyone in the hall stunned. All waiting for their boss's reactionRiqqo's gaze shifted, his eyes narrowing as they locked onto the lady's tear-streaked face. "You?" Tariq's voice, usually commanding, wavered with a mix of disbelief and anger. His eyes bore into her own, searching for answers. Why, Amra?" Tariq's voice softened, a mixture of bewilderment and hurt. Hurt from the fact that he was betrayed by a woman yet again. The first woman he trusted left him because they could not have a child. She ended up calling him sterile and was constantly cheating on him. He found out, and the moment he wanted getting revenge on her, she fled. Leaving him depressed for days. And now he was in trouble because of a woman he met three days ago, and barely knows nothing about."I couldn't bear it. I couldn't watch them suffer anymore." Her voice, soft and brok

It was few minutes to twelve when trucks rolled up to a halt in front of Tariq's residence. His house was the biggest and most developed house in the area an evidence to the authority and power he had in the community. Riqqo, the once respected leader of the community, had always been entrusted with the responsibility of overseeing the collection of taxes and rent from the member. These funds were meant to be utilized for the betterment of the community, ensuring its growth and development. However, few months after assuming his office, had Riqqo gradually succumbed to the allure of power and greed.With the aid of his henchmen, he began to exploit the very system that was designed to benefit the community. Instead of faithfully submitting the collected funds for community development to the government, he diverted huge sums for his personal use and increased the tax by twenty percent. As the months went by, the community started to notice a decline in the quality of life. They bega

Climbing the stairs, Akashi hesitated at the entrance of the library. A knot tightened in his stomach, a familiar reaction to his father's unpredictable mood. He stood motionless in the hallway, attempting to compose himself. Taking a deep breath, he knocked firmly on the door. The sound echoed through the silent corridor, met only by more silence. Undeterred, he knocked again, and then again.His shoulders sagged as he turned to leave, the weight of anticipation heavy on him."Who the hell is that?!" Hakimi's voice thundered from within, with irritation."Dinner is served. Or was served hours ago" He called out, his voice tinged with nervousness."Fine!" The dismissal came swiftly, leaving Akashi with a mixture of relief and apprehension. What the hell was going on with his father. He came home so angry, only to yell at Amira for a minor stuff and ignore Dija when she ealled out to him to read her a bedtime story. He was certain Dija won't let him get away tomorrow. And now he had re

As Hakimi saw the message, his stomach tightened, and a cold wave of dread washed over him. His hands trembled slightly as he opened it, the screen's glow illuminating his tired face.Riqqo: Two months are up, brother. Time to pay up. Or should I remind you what happens when promises are broken?Hakimi let out a shaky sigh, his pulse quickening. He had ignored Riqqo's warnings, brushing them off as his brother's usual bluster. He's my brother. What's the worst he could do? But now, the threats were starting to feel all too real. Riqqo didn't really didn't mean all this did he? He had asked him for a year deadline not two months. Gosh... this greedy cow! Hakimi cursed as he shoved the phone inside his pocket fiercely............ Four months ago ......It was when Amira had gotten seriously and he needed money for her blood transfusion, during that particularly dark time for Hakimi and his household. His savings had run dry, his house bills began piling up, and the pressure of providin

The house still buzzed with faint laughter and the warm hum of a family moment. Akashi leaned against the kitchen counter, his arms folded as he watched Irah, he could not help but grin at the kids nervousness. He nervously sip from his glass. Khadija was busy teasing him mercilessly."So, Irah, Khadija grinned, her eyes gleaming with mischief. Was this your first time seeing a princess turn into a prom queen?"Irah laughed nervously, his gaze darting to Amira, who was busy brushing cookie crumbs off Khadija's sweater "I guess you could say that. Your sister looks breath taking""Guess? Khadija teased, leaning forward dramatically. Admit it! You were totally mesmerized. I saw you staring at her like she was a shooting star! You almost drolled"Alright, Dija, that's enough," Amira interjected, her cheeks blooming red."She's just saying what we're all thinking, Akashi chimed in, his usual protective demeanor softening for a moment. You looked great tonight, Amira." he complimented her

The festive spirit of Christmas lingered everywhere. Every household on the street glimmered with Christmas trees adorned with twinkling lights and intricate decorations. The streets themselves sparkled with garlands of fairy lights, casting a magical glow over the neighborhood. It was a chilly evening, and Amira's final days in high school had arrived-a momentous time that coincided with prom night for the graduating class.Earlier that week, Akashi had taken Amira shopping to find the perfect dress and shoes for the occasion. The memory of her excitement while choosing between gowns lingered in his mind, and he smiled to himself as he prepared for what was to be an emotional evening.Inside the house, Khadija dashed through the hallway, a plate of cookies balanced carefully in her tiny hands. As she bolted into the room she shared with Amira, where a makeup artist was delicately working on her sister's face. "Cookies for the beautiful queen!" Khadija announced, beaming as she handed