Novels by Wuraola

The President's Private VillaAso RockAbuja“Is she awake? Did it work?” The President leaned forward to look at Third.Ire found it hard to address her as Fola since she tried to kill him a lot. The neurologist they knew as Dr Adams watched as the President bustled about like a mother hen.Third roused awake and looked at the President with a blank stare. She blinked twice and sat up. “Stephen?”The older man burst into tears. Ire grinned and nodded to Dr Adams. They were fixing Yomi's damages one by one. While there was no clear evidence aside from Temi's testimony, General Otunba remained Chief of the NSS. They locked scorpion behind bars, and Yomi turned up dead one night. Temi had been frenzied, calling it injustice, and Ire agreed. Ire met Temi on his way out of the Villa. “No news?”Temi shook her head. For the past year, they searched for their parents and Elijah. It was like they vanished from Earth. Perhaps they did if Elijah used the teleportation device. “They are goin

Ovic IncorporationAbuja“How about we recreate the vaccine you made?” Elijah suggested.“No. There is no time. We need to destroy everything here except for the footage of the truth about Ovic and its leader.” Dayo hacked a cough. He had put his wife back on the bed.Elijah leaned back to avoid getting infected.“I am sorry,” He said and cleared his throat. “There is a self-destruct button for emergencies.”“What sort of emergency protocol is that?” Esther asked, bewildered.“Have Nok set it on once the recordings are complete. Elijah, I need you to listen to me careful and remember the vaccine formula.” He listed them out, and Elijah repeated it with him.“Can we go now?”“I can't.

The United Nations headquartersNew York.The doors glided shut behind them as Temi trudged with Scorpion into the lobby of the UN. The structure of the building looked like a book, but larger, taller, and more sophisticated.Scorpion and Temi took to the route meant for tours. Yomi had instructed Scorpion to linger before bringing Temi up to the General Assembly Hall.Temi eyed each mini flag with false curiosity. She identified a familiar green and white flag and exclaimed, “Nigerian flag.”Every person around gave her an amused look. Well, except Scorpion. He grunted and pushed her along.Temi let him push her across the hall. A chattering group of people walked towards us. If she could run through his people, she might find somewhere to hide. There was nothing to distract him with. The people were coming closer.She turned to face Scorpion. S

The Davidson ResidenceAsokoro1 at noonIre sat under the tree, unable to concentrate on one issue. On one hand was his captured family and on the other, his friend.After Elijah explained the truth to him, he left the room without another word. Elijah had killed those people. His friend was a psychologist and had nanoparticles running in his veins.Ire did not know what to do. The one who had helped him and his sister a lot was more dangerous than a thermonuclear bomb. There was nothing he could do except stand by Elijah's side, just like he did for Ire and his family. Besides, Elijah was family.A shadow stood beside his seating one. “I am sorry.”He lifted his head to look at his sad friend. “It is okay.”Elijah looked at him with surprise. “It is?”Ire rose to his feet and nodded. “It is. You are family. Let's go rescue Temi,

The Davidson ResidenceAsokoroTeleportation.Elijah had joked, but Ire took it seriously. Now, his friend searched for all theories on teleportation.“If my dad could bring my sister back to life, I can create teleportation,” Ire had said.His fierce dedication terrified Elijah and silenced him. He, Esther and Richard (and the Artificial Intelligence, of course) helped in any way they could.“The Bermuda Triangle is a splendid example!” Ire continued to blubber. “The earth's natural magnetic field interfered. This is because of hexagonal clouds creating 170 mph air bombs full of wind.”“So are we going to get ourselves a hexagonal cloud?”“No, silly,” he continued to read from the screen Alpha conjured. “If matter can go through magnetic fields at a fas

The Davidson ResidenceAsokoro“We have to get them out of there!” Ire yelled. He struggled not to burst into tears. Didn't they understand? It was his entire family in that man's control.“And we will,” Elijah said in that annoying, reassuring voice. To his chagrin, he felt himself calm at the sound. “We need a plan. If you just barge in there, we will end up in a worse situation.”“What do you have in mind?” Ire asked, concentrating on his friend, who laid his head on the table.“Figure out what Yomi wants to do with them first.”“He needs the cure to the Sevil Virus from them,” Richard spoke up. He leaned forward in his seat and steepled his fingers.“Which is Temi. But no one knows how he created the Personifid.”&ldq

“Breathe, Clara," Lucian said, getting on his knees.He held her hands and her trembling stilled, as her eyes met his. He wanted to look away, at anything but those grey abyss but he couldn’t bring himself to. She stared at him like she wanted to remain there but also wanted to die. They had been so lost in each other that they hadn’t notice her breathing slowing and her shaking stopping. Clara felt much better but didn’t make a move to move away or take her hand back either. She felt comfortable with him and oddly enough, dare she say, safe?Lucian noticed that her hand laxed against his, bringing back an image from few months ago when she had been having a mental breakdown. That had been the first time he had held her hand and the familiar connection repeated itself. Who was she and why did he feel this uncontrollable pull to her? Why her and not someone not already involved with Van? Not someone he’d be risking his job being around, not someone he was starting to feel something he

"Aside from him visiting after so many years, what else that made you think your bestie could be the one working with Mars? I mean why not suspect one of the witches? It is their hometown after all," he questioned.Evander was not stupid as to form an alliance with someone whose wife he was entangled with, most especially not someone like Mars who was known for being utterly ruthless when it came to punishing offenders and betrayers alike.“I know what you’re thinking. Evander is not that stupid.” Wait, Evander? As in her Evander?! Clara pressed her ears harder against the desk, straining to hear more. If she was caught at this point, she didn’t care, she was too far gone at this point. She couldn’t have heard that right, right? Had to be another Evander, not hers. Hers knew nothing about any supernatural nonsense and most of all would never sign to a unison with someone even these two didn’t trust. Her Evander was sweet, thoughtful and definitely was no side dude to any bimbo!Just

Peeking from the side of the desk, she could see a big breasted blonde woman. She walked in like she owned the place, wearing a skirt shorter than Clara’s short shorts. Clara was sure she had seen that face somewhere on campus before but could no remember where exactly that was. She looked too young to be a college lecturer but what if she was?! Shit! Clara ducked deeper into the desk when the lady was a few steps away. She heard shuffling above her, deepening her curiosity. No, it just wasn’t possible. Did Mr Snowe have a girlfriend or worse, wife?! She hadn’t even thought in that direction in all her mindless drooling. But again, she looked too young. Wait, why did that matter now? Most importantly, why was she thinking about that now? If you have a potential lecturer’s wife going through said lecturers files above you while you’re on nothing but short shorts and hoodie, you think about how to survive with an ounce of your dignity intact and not think about your chances with said l

He watched her pick her things, his eyes drifting ever so slightly to the widening of her hips as she bent to pick up the handout she had dropped on a desk earlier. He couldn’t help but be drawn to the sway of her full hips as she strutted out of the hall. He had wanted so badly to stop her or say anything that would, but his faculties were still intact and couldn’t let him do so. Just a second longer and he would have known how those plump lips would feel against his.Would she pull away or would she melt against him, he wondered. He had not intended to close the distance between them but when it happened and he could see the desire coursing through his veins reflected in her eyes, he couldn’t help but wonder what explosion of pleasure awaited him should he choose to think with everything else but his brain.He cursed as he swept a sweaty palm through his hair frustrated at how she had once again clouded his thoughts. What was she doing to him? He had gone decades without so much

“Uh maybe we continue this some other time?” Clara offered creating some much needed distance between her and the reason for the ache between her thighs. An attempt at escape, maybe, but she didn’t need it. He hadn’t move a single inch closer.She pulled her hands to her side, picked up her notes and handout, and walked the final steps out of the auditorium. Their private lesson long forgotten, but something else proving more stubborn to push out of her head - a certain pale embodiment of masculinity forged to turn her defenses to mere crumbs, a man she should run in the opposite direction from, a man with an infinity symbol on his forehead that gnawed at her curiosity.She walked by a few students loitering the hallway but paid no attention to them. Her thoughts well occupied by a bronze-skinned, lean lecturer of hers with a questionable stubble and a shadow of a beard that begged to be caressed. She could just see her dorm a few turns away but decided to make a quick stop at the li

That was how what should have been ended as a squabble between the two factions became the match to a raging fire. "Ever heard of the Punic wars?" He asked, hoping he wouldn't have to explain that to a history and archaeology student."Wow! I knew to expect something unexpected but nothing could prepare me for that!" Clara exclaimed, a faraway look in those stormy eyes.Lucian inched to grind out his question again but held himself back. If she really didn't have any idea about being a supernatural then she was taking this as best as anyone would. He chose to be patient instead."Like I've heard stories about the wars between the humans and gods and how gods once lived among us but I always thought they were just that. Stories," she said, daring to look at Lucian."Then why are you a history and archaeology student? If you already have your mind set on not believing anything you have read or are taught.""I don't know. I just can't help myself when it comes to history. It's like this

And I was right. Gripping the edge of Edward's desk as he thrust into me from behind, I arched and panted from the intense pleasure. I was riding from an intense orgasm when my phone lit up in front of me with a text from my Father. I groaned with frustration. Not only was he ruining my mood these days but the few moments I get to be thoroughly fucked by my husband? Why did he like to pop up at the wrong moment? "You good?" Edward kissed my shoulder as he pulled out. "Yeah. It's just Father." Edward made a strangled sound and sat in his seat. Flushing, I straightened and adjusted my dress. If anyone told me a couple of months back that I would be fucking Edward Paxton in his sacred office, I would have laughed in their faces. He wrapped his arms around my waist and drew me back to sit on his lap. Placing a quick kiss on my lips, he gave me a warm smile. "What did he say?" "He's going to give me all his shares," I said, enjoying the feel of our juices seeping from my core a

After cleaning up, we returned to the hall where everyone watched the fireworks from the large balcony. Red in the face, I held hands with Edward. Every slight gesture from him turned me on. I wanted him as soon as we returned home, and it seemed like he had the same thoughts."Where were you two?" Victoria chuckled on seeing us. "You almost missed out on the fireworks.""There were more interesting things to do," Edward answered with a smirk."And see." I remembered gawking at his size earlier in the bathroom. My lady parts down south were a bit sore."Uh huh." My friend and I exchanged a grin. She is so going to tease me about this later. Waking up the following morning felt like going into a battleground. My body ached from the previous night's... activities. Lying on my side, I pressed my back against his solid, smooth chest. Feeling Edward's thumb lightly tease my nipple had me blushing. "Good morning, Brianne.""Good morning, Edward," I breathed, wondering if I had morning b

If Edward noticed how awkward I behaved around him, he said nothing. He asked nothing of my private matters or Jenna and I told him nothing. Our routine of being the perfect happy couple remained the same. I was beginning to feel it was true but reminded myself that Edward and I shared nothing but a beneficial relationship. The day of Hardin's birthday arrived. I spent a while, preparing since Edward brought in a professional makeup artist. After I had changed into a white gown, I met with Edward. "You look better than I imagined," he praised, clapping his hands. "Thank you," I beamed. "Really. And you look you are out to steal some hearts." "As I should." He spread out his arms and gave a little twirl. "Hold up," I chuckled, walking up to him. When he stopped his cute antics, I reached up to adjust his tie. My hands hovered a bit when I realised how close we stood. It was hard after that day at the office to stand close to him. I felt like I was losing my mind, wishing for

“Edward?” I stepped in the house, cautious and still unable to remove the fiery building imprinted in my mind. It awed me to think Edward had something to do with it. I knew he was thorough when it came to dealing with people in his way but I did not expect this. This was beyond everything I had seen him do while working under him. “Dinner is ready,” he stepped into the living room, a wide smile on his face and wiping his hands. “We need to talk about Mr Lennon. Did you do that?” “I had a plan.” “It involved fire.” “Exactly. Is there a problem?” “Of course there is a problem. What if the cops find out it was you?” “They won’t. Why don’t you go clean up?” I pursed my lips and took in a deep breath. My head kept swimming but slowly calmed. Avoiding his gaze, I left him to freshen up and change into a more comfortable clothing. “Are you mad?” He softly asked when I turned to leave the bedroom. Edward leaned against the door, playing with his wedding ring. I thought about h

“Here.” I looked up from the papers at the chocolate dessert Edward prepared. Giving him a warm smile, I picked up the bowl and ate a spoonful. “Delicious as always,” I commented then sucked on the spoon. It had become an unspoken tradition of his to prepare dessert for me himself every evening before bed. But I might not even be able to sleep tonight. I didn’t have the heart to reject it either because it made me sleepy. He settled beside me and took a look at the papers. “That’s a lot of paper companies.” “I know, right? I did wonder how he continued to make tons of millions after monopolizing the perfume industry; money laundering.” The paper companies were fake companies that were licenced under the Delmont's name but served only as a means to launder money. It really amused me how much father was my never caught by the law. There were false bank statements but the legitimate ones were few of excessive cash deposit moving from one bank to another. “Cox District,” Edward

“This is a surprise,” Mr Lennon said, crossing his legs once he settled into his high seat. “Miss Delmont. Oh, I’m sorry. I suppose I should call you Mrs Paxton now.” “Sir.” I mirrored the way he sat. “I am sure you know I’m not here to bid good tidings.” “Exactly why I am considering dialling your father and letting him know where his precious daughter is.” Setting my purse beside me, I tilted my head to the side and gave him a small smile. It irritated me beyond imagination that I happened to be here. If I had not fallen for Edward's puppy eyes, I would have remained at work. After two weeks of scheming, Edward had me driven secretly to Mr Lennon’s casino. With a trusted bodyguard at my side, we sauntered into his building which was disguised as a gambling pit for elites. I spotted a couple of familiar faces, cheering on their wins or throwing a tantrum over their loss. Thank goodness for my sunglasses and large hat.