Immerse yourself in the electrifying chaos of Maximum Security Escapade as a riot breaks out Tarkata prison before the scheduled execution. This gripping installment, from the creative minds at Deolu Oniranu Bubble, delivers an unparalleled thrill...
I first hide from Iyabo for some days dey avoid her, but I notice say she sef no find me, e come be like say na me dey stress myself dey hide from her. Iyabo just dey live normal life like say nothing sup, na me dey one place dey use over thinking...
Yes, Good Afternoon. My name is Jude, Jude Mandalay. My family is a funny one, and yes, there are several secrets. Clara has shared some of mine but there is something she did not know. Let me take it from the top. I would try not to be vain but, I...
As she hugged me, Ginika whispered, “I can’t tell you how great it is to meet you finally! There are NO people my age at Site B, they’re all like forty or seventy. I have nobody to talk to. Imagine how pleased I was when I found...
Unexpectedly, our brief conversation over lunch soon led to me becoming even better friends with Chioma than I had been with Nneka. She was always a ton of fun, despite her ADHD, and nowhere near as intimidating. Unlike with Nneka, I never even...
I first wait make she drink the water finish make person no pour water ontop my bed, Iyabo still hold my penis with one hand as she dey drink the water, e get one kind bad girl look wey she give me through the glass wey burst my head. I collect the...
Good evening, I am the first confessor about the dirty secrets of the Mandalay family. My name is Clara. I am the first child of my mother and father, but I had to spend a lot of time with my maternal grandmother for reasons beyond me. I was not the...
If you didn’t know her, your first impression of Omotola would be that she had descended from a long and particularly prestigious line of beautiful models. Agile, stunning, and sporty—she struck that perfect balance between fit and curvy. But...
This seemed to placate the old beggar. He took her by the hand and led her through the crowded bar and out the back door. The bush outside was cold, dark and dirty, filled with rubbish. As soon as they were outside the door, Fayemi pushed her up...
I turned nineteen a month into my first year of university. Skinny, shy, good at math; I was last pick for the football team and last pick for the opposite sex. But by Christmas, I had gone from being terrified of girls to living the cliché as the...
