Novels by NKA

Sègla was standing right in front of Shola. He was wearing a dark red shirt and holding a bouquet of roses. Around his neck was a magnificent necklace reminiscent of a ship's anchor. He had neatly trimmed his hair and beard, and left some of the buttons on the top of his shirt open. He smelled pleasantly good, and even though he wasn't quite close to Shola yet, she could feel his sweet intoxicating scent from where she was. He was quite simply a ladies' man. - What are you doing here, Sègla ? I can't believe... Wait Fèmi, excuse me, I'll call you back later when I'm in front of your place. She hung up the phone, then put it back in her bag while staring at the young man in front of him. - How did you know I worked here ? Since just now, Sègla had been smiling at her. He hadn't yet answered any of her questions. - Are you going to answer me ? - Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. It's just that you're so cute when you look a bit

Shola was behind her computer screen in the office. She was entering new data into the file for the new contract they had won earlier. She'd had quite an eventful day and was feeling a slight headache. She got up and went to their infirmary to see Siloa. Siloa was her friend at work, and at the same time, she was assisting their company's chief medical officer. They didn't have too much reason to have a health office in their place of service, but their employers wanted employees to be able to work in excellent conditions so that nothing was overlooked ; not even a slight headache or slightly more complex health problems that could affect the quality of their work. Siloa stepped out of the curtain that hid part of the room. She held her hair back in a cap and wore gloves. She had put a stethoscope around her neck and was placing a thermometer on the table. She had big but lovely eyes, and a smile graced her face. She wasn't very tall, but had a body silhouette

Mister Vigan withdrew. He picked up a few bags of pasta from the shelves, as well as a few tins, then went to the checkout and paid for his purchases. He then left the supermarket. As for Mrs Jasmine, she took dozens of minutes to finish cleaning the floor. She went into the little cubicle that represented the toilets, then cleaned the WCs and urinals that were installed there. A little over an hour later, she had finished her morning's work. It was almost 11:30. She deposited the cleaning accessories in the small toilet room, then went outside to water the flowers on the driveway. What a surprise ! She came across Mr. Vigan waiting outside, his back to the wall. He'd just spent over an hour there, standing with his foot crossed against the wall. - What are you still doing here ? Don't tell me you've spent all this time in the hot sun ! - I wanted to give you these chocolates as a token of my gratitude. I wasn't going to stop at words, sorry. Go

The line had just been disconnected. Fèmi put down the phone and got up from the sofa. He turned off the TV and placed the remote control on the small table in front of him. His muscles were still aching. He went to the kitchen for a glass of water and then to his mother for some painkillers. He told her that he would receive a visit shortly, which surprised his mother a little. - Um, is it something special ? - No, Mummy, just a friend who's worried about me. I told her I'd be fine, but she insisted on coming round. - I think it'll relax you. You don't have to stay cooped up all the time. At the same time, the doorbell rang in the house, someone was outside. - I'll get the door. - No, leave it, I'll take care of it. You shouldn't move around too much. Madam Jasmine placed Vignilé, Fèmi's little sister, in her crib. She walked confidently to the entrance. She half-opened the door and inspected who was there. A young man

_________FLASHBACK__­_______ The first rays of the sun were spreading over the land, while the sky was displaying magnificent colors. Everything was perfect for a man with no worries at the moment, a magnificent start to the morning. It had been 2 months since Mr. Vigan had been out of the house, nor had he been in contact with sunlight. The last time he'd been out was to run a few quick errands for his provisions, after which he'd locked himself in his home. Taking slow steps, he finally reached the supermarket close to his home. He entered the supermarket and quickly browsed the pharmacy shelves to select some first-aid products. A supermarket employee noticed his hand tied with a piece of blood-soaked cloth. She noticed the sad, indifferent look on the man's face, and the sense of emptiness he made no effort to conceal. She felt compassion for him, even though Mr. Vigan didn't look at all presentable. Thick, bushy beards had almost filled

Shola didn't really have anything against Sègla, but she was torn between her loyalty and high regard for Fèmi, but also by the "still anonymous" relationship that was developing between her and Sègla. Sègla proved to be an accomplished artist, but also a seductive man with all the assets a woman could dream of. Still under the shock from what had happened to Fèmi, she dialed his number. He picked up after a few rings, his trembling voice betraying his pain. "Fèmi, is that you ? What's happened ?" Fèmi hesitated, then decided not to tell her right away how he'd ended up in such a dangerous situation. He didn't want to talk about the theft of his motorcycle, or his injuries. "Nothing, Shola, don't worry. I'm just tired from everything that's happened, that's all." But Shola could hear the distress and the depth of some pain in his voice. "Fèmi, I know you're not doing very well. I can understand you not wanting to talk to me about