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So far, so good. The narrative is clear and detailed. Keep it up, op.

Good story with well-laid plot. Kudos.

kayo80:
Yes, I want to motivate writers that have been consistently publishing novels/short stories over the years. All you have to qualify for this is to have at least 5 books on Okadabooks. That's all. Give me your pen name, and the list of your books, and I will buy them all. Deadline is 7pm tonight, and I need 4 authors that qualify for this.

If you know any authors that qualify for this, please drop their names here. Thanks.

I know Toyin Olorunsola who also writes under the name LoveToRead. His books include:

1. The Sugar Mum
2.Lost In Lust
3. The Sweet Taboo
4. A fatal Love
5. Captives of Lust.
etc.

Nice story.

zoer:
nice story

I perfectly agree.

tonysunkan:
She listened raptly and I had no doubt that I did a job. After I had finished she sighed and I thought a smile briefly dance in her face.

'I don't really like money doublers and ponzi schemes,' she said. 'I'm a business woman and I know to make clean money from my business. I
however like the way you talk.'

I beamed in smile. 'Thanks for the compliments,' I replied.

'But I'll give your scheme a trial.'

My smile widened.

'Did you say the maturity for deposit is fourteen days?'

'Yes, madam.'

She nodded. 'Alright. I'll put half a million naira and see how it goes. When I see how genuine it is, I'll invest more. Who knows, I may even introduce my friends to it.'

I gave a slight bow. 'Many thanks, madam.'

'Give me the company's name and account.'

I came prepared. I gave her a form to fill and my complimentary card which was customized to contain the company account's name and number.

She called Alero on the intercom.

'Give my guest some drinks,' she instructed. Alero looked at me.

'Any soft drinks will be okay,' I said. She nodded and went to get it while Madam Biola Amigos filled the forms. The malt drink was soon brought and as I took it, I calculated how much to make from her. I'm sure that after two weeks, just as she said, we would get more business from and
through her.

She finished filling the forms. 'Here we are.'

I got the forms from her, briefly went through and put them in my folder.

'I'll soon transfer the money to your company's account,' she said.

I stood up. 'Thank you very, very much for your interest and time,' I said.

'Hope you guys will not disappoint me o,' she replied.

I tried a reassuring smile. 'There won't be anything like disappointment. I can assure you of that.'

She nodded and I took my leave. At the big shop, Alero was attending to a customer.

‘I’ll be calling you,' I told her and left the big shop. I drove back to my office at Aguda. As soon as I stepped inside the office, the text message of the deposit alert of Madam Amigo's investment entered my phone. Just as she said, she had invested half a million naira. I grinned to myself.

Honestly, this business was cool and good.

Helen came to meet me. 'How did it go?' she asked.

'Fine and smooth. She has invested five hundred thousand naira to start with.'

'Oh good.'

I agreed. 'Indeed, very good.'

Not long after this, Alero too called.

'Did my madam invest something?' she asked.

'Yes. Half a million naira. Do you want to invest the money, or do we pay your ten pecent bonus to your account number, or you want to come and collect cash?'

'Please, pay into my account,' she replied. 'Thank you very much.'

'You're welcome.'

Few minutes to five, I rounded off what I was doing. I shut down my laptop and went to meet Helen at the front office.

'How far? What's your plan for tonight?'

She grinned. 'Sorry Mr. Lover-man, I'm seeing him tonight.'

I knew what she meant. 'Alright.'

After leaving the office, I went to my regular joint to cool off. I was still on my first bottle of beer when my phone rang.

'Hello,' I spoke into the mouthpiece.

'Hello.' It was Helen on the line. 'Are you still at the joint?'

'Yes. What happened?'

'He called me just now to say he would not be making it again, that he would be delayed at work till only God knows when.'

'Oh, sorry about that.' I grinned to myself. The fact was I was glad about the development.

'I'll come and meet you there now,' she said.

'You know what? Let's meet at my house. I'm going home now.'

'Okay.'

I sipped the remaining drink and beckoned at the sales girl.

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Good story

LoveToRead:
Few minutes to four o'clock, Lara decided to apply some make-up to her face to give herself a face-lift. She always liked to look fresh and comely. She stared at the pretty face the small hand mirror reflected and decided that she was not bad looking at all. Just then, Jide Balogun came into her office.

'Lara baby, how're you?' he said as a way of greeting

'Good day, Mister Balogun,' she returned.

'I've told you to drop the 'mister' title. Just Jide will be okay.'

She nodded but did not say anything. It was true that he had made amorous overtures to her many times in the past. But it was also true that
she had rebuffed each of the efforts he made. He had told her times without numbers that she was not interested, but the man could be
recalcitrant as he claimed found Lara irresistible. He said he was really interested in marrying her as his wife. At thirty-eight, he said he could
not indulge in any wasteful chase of a lady again and that he really desired to have her as his wife.

Lara was not impressed. After the misadventure she had with Alex, Lara had vowed never to fall for any married man again. She had realized
that giving love to a married man would lead to one thing: heart ache. Naively, she had believed that she was in love with Alex and that he was
in love with her.

His reconciliation with his estranged wife put an end to her pipe dream. Now, Jide was cruising the same course. He said he had decided he
would not reconcile with his wife whom he had sent packing from the house. No matter the sweet tongue he used, she would not be persuaded.

'You still have doubts about my words, don't you?' he asked.

'It's not about doubt,' Lara replied. 'It's about interest. I've told you I'm not interested.'

He stared at her briefly. 'And there's no way I can persuade you?'

'You've tried that already.'' She shook her head. 'Sorry, I'm not interested.' She zipped up her bag and stood up. 'It's time to go home.'

'Okay. Good night then.' He left her office. She was almost moved to pitying him, but, hey, she stopped on time. Pity was not the same as love
and could never alternate love. She must not make that mistake or fall for that trap. She left the office and took the staircase down from the
third floor. Smartly, she worked to the main gate of the giant secretarial complex and joined some other workers who had closed for the day in
exiting the complex.

She crossed to the other side of the road to take a bus going to Ikeja round about. Thirty minutes later, she was in her apartment. When she
attempted to unlock the door, she realized that it had already been unlocked. Her flat mate, Maggie, was supposed to have travelled. Did that
mean she did not?

Lara pushed the door open and stepped inside the sitting-room. She saw Maggie sitting down and staring at the ceiling.

'Maggie, dear. You didn't travel to Port Harcourt again? What happened?'

It took Maggie some seconds to respond and a closer look at her showed that something was seriously amiss.

'My God, your eyes are swollen up! What happened?' She sat by the side of her friend and looked at her anxiously.

Maggie sighed. 'It's Tony,' she replied.

'What happened to him?'

'I just realized that he's useless, just like many other guys.'

Lara's face clouded. 'How?'

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Nice work, brother.

Thanks for the update.

Nice update.

SeyiDominion:
The man turned to stare at her. ‘I hope you’re preparing to start attending the Muslim prayer meeting I told you,’ he said. ‘It’s starting by ten this morning.’

‘Oh, the prayer meeting?’ Her eyes clouded a bit. ‘I’ll start attending from next Sunday.’

Her father shook his head. ‘That’s what you’ve been saying for the past three weeks.’ He turned to his wife. ‘Hafisat, I don’t like your role in this
matter. This daughter of yours refuses to be attending Muslim prayers and meetings, and you’ve not be doing anything about it!’

Hafisat sighed deeply. ‘Alhaji, I’ve been talking to her, it’s just that …’

‘It’s just what?’ the man interrupted. ‘Her brothers, Ibrahim and Shehu have started attending. She’s the only one refusing, proving stubborn.’

‘She will change, Alhaji. I will keep talking to her and she will change.’

‘Hmn, Alhaja, you better do. Talk to your daughter o. I’ve talked to my sons, and they have complied. You too, talk to your daughter.’

She smiled ruefully. ‘She’s my daughter now, ba? Anyway, I’ll talk to her and she’ll be a good daughter to us all.’

He turned to his daughter and used a soothing tone. ‘Aaliyah, my dear daughter, why don’t you just start attending? You’ll see that you’ll gain a
lot from it.’

Aaliyah pouted her lips. ‘I’ll start attending from next week, dad.’

‘Don’t fail to attend again, eh?’

‘Yes, dad.’

‘Okay. Your mum and I will soon be going.’

‘Okay, dad. See you’

She went back to her room and thought over what her father had said. She knew her parents loved her and always wanted the best for her. Her
father was particularly fond of her. Right after her university education, he had planted her in the accounts department of his plastics
manufacturing company. He said in a matter of time, she would hold an executive position. At twenty-six, she was still full of zest and dreams.

Then, Aaliyah thought of the love of her life, Frank. She had met him some months back after a flight from Dubai by Alpha Airline. Her luggage
had gone missing and she had complained bitterly. The Head of Operations of the airline had directed him to meet Frank, the assistant
corporate affairs manager. They young man had turned out to be very helpful in getting her luggage back. She had got his number and had
asked him to send his accounts details to her so she could send some money into his account in appreciation of what he had done.

‘Oh, no, sister. I only did my duty. I did what I was employed and expected to do,’ Frank had said. All the same, he had got her phone number.

Aaliyah was amazed that a Nigerian would refuse a voluntary gratification. Frank struck her as a special breed. A week after that episode, when
the hesitant Frank called and wondered if he could take her out, she had accepted the gesture. That was when their relationship began. So far,
Frank had proved to be very loving and affectionate.


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Nice work. Keep it up.

Thanks for the update.

Nice update.

Yes, Ayo must explain who Ore is. But what is Juliet's business?

Nice update.�

Nice update.

More updates, please.

SeyiDominion:
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Kudos.

Thanks for the update.

Waiting for the next update.

ToyinOlorunsola:
She picked the pillow again and playfully hit him on the chest. ‘You will explain the Juliet to your wife.’

‘Hey, small girl, take it easy.’

‘I’m not a small girl. I’m a lady.’

‘Yeah, a lady that still wets her pants.’

‘Excuse me?’

He closed his eyes again, but not completely. As she picked the pillow to hit him again, he seized her hands. They stared into each other’s eyes.

‘Now, can you see that you’re powerless? That you’re just a girl,’ he said with a kind of triumphant smile.

‘I’m not a girl,’ she muttered. She struggled futilely to free her hands.

‘Say sorry, uncle,’ he told her.

‘I won’t say it.’

‘Okay, you’re stubborn, abi?’

He gripped her hands more. She attempted more to free the hands, but couldn’t. He pulled her more to himself. Like a mock wrestling match,
she climbed on him and was on his chest. There was a smile on her face; a smile of what-if-I-did-this? It was a child’s play and he was playing
along, as if he was her playmate. He suddenly released her hands.



‘Sorry, does that hurt?’ He got down from her. Without waiting for an answer, he rubbed her waist. It was her turn to close the eyes. He had
got down from her, but his hands still held her waist. He rubbed it again. It was obvious the game they were playing was moving from child’s
play to adult game.


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Be warned . Adult game is a dangerous game.

FrankAkowe:
An idea suddenly came to my mind. ‘Alright,’ I said. ‘I’m going to prove you wrong. This one we’re here for the next five days or so, I’m not
going to collect any money from you, and there’ll be no sex.’

She closed her eyes while I held her by the waist from the back.

‘Can you really do that?’ she wanted to know.

‘That’s exactly what I’ll do. I won’t go beyond caressing and I won’t collect a dime.’

She put her hands on my hands. ‘Maybe I’m just acting silly,’ she said.

Exactly, my mind said. You’re simply acting silly! Or dramatic!

‘It’s alright,’ I spoke out.

She turned to face me and wrapped her hands round my neck. I kissed her forehead and caressed her back.

‘Am I silly?’ she asked.


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Am I silly? No, you are the smartest in the world!

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I am pleased to announce that this story has now been published and is available in one volume.

You can get it by following this link:
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Ayo is a man on the move. With a political job he gets in the federal capital city, the sky is the limit. Then, he commits two taboos. The first is with his wife’s sister; and the second is with Ms. Popo, the funky, beautiful single mother, close to fifty years old.
Ayo faces serious repercussion. It is either he continues to enjoy the ‘sweetness’ of the infamous acts and damns the consequence; or he retraces his steps. Whichever decision he takes, things will never be the same for him again.

Total pages: 148 pages

Total number of words: 36,548

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Thanks for the mention. Kudos to you.

Cool update.

Happy New Year to all friends and readers.

Nice story

Nice update. Well done.

Posh story.

Good narrative.

If Ola falls for Big Mummy, he will be lost in Lust.

I think the character called Alex is naive.

Nice update.