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The Night the Sky Turned Red - Part 3
When They Come Back “Daniel” confided in me with an unsettling calmness, asserting that he was no longer my brother—not…

When They Come Back “Daniel” confided in me with an unsettling calmness, asserting that he was no longer my brother—not…
The Footsteps I stared at the blinking red light. It was watching me, recording me. But how long had it been there? …
The Red Mark The days that followed the eerie phenomenon of the red sky were anything but normal. A thick, unsettled a…
Don’t Turn Around My breath caught in my throat. I read the message again, just to be sure I wasn’t imagining it. Don…
The air hung thick with the intoxicating scent of jasmine, mingling with a palpable sense of possibility. Aisha could s…
The Sky Cracks Open Millstone Valley had long been a sanctuary where the most peculiar events were limited to friendly…
The Knock It was the kind of rain that made Lagos feel like a different city — streets half-submerged, power out in ha…
They were born enemies—long before they ever met. Awele and Dimeji came from two rival political families. The Onwudis …
Lagos never sleeps. It only pauses to catch its breath before dragging you into another twist of fate. For Kemi and Tad…
In the sun-drenched village of Eket, where the winds smelled of salt and palm oil and drums echoed from the distant hil…
In the quiet village of Umuokoro, nestled between rustling palm trees and red earth roads, nothing stayed secret for lo…
The first time Nnenna saw Tade was in the heart of Enugu, at the traditional wedding of her cousin, Kamsi. The compound…
They said no one defied the oracle and lived to tell the story. Not even the kings. In the quiet town of Igbo-Ora, wher…
There lived a young woman in the town of Nsude named Omalicha—a name that meant “beautiful one,” and beautiful she was.…
In the heart of Ekiti, where the hills whisper secrets and masquerades guard ancient truths, a fire smouldered—one that…
In the mystical town of Ijana, where hills whispered old tales and winds carried the names of the dead, love was more t…
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