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ARAYE by Adenike Oni

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Everyone, except Araye, looked forward to the crown prince's arrival. Despite her disinterest, she didn't expect that the crown prince would be her trial—the beginning of her trials. Araye's father is the keeper of the “secrets to the gate”, an ancient scroll that contains the details of Eritonia's impenetrable walls. When Prince Dovian discovers that her betrothed is not who he claims to be, and only wants her for the scroll, he offers to marry her to save her and the kingdom. She refuses, prompting him to seek assistance from Romike, a clever but deceitful lady. Things get complicated as everything Prince Dovian does to stop the wedding fails. When Araye finally discovers the truth, hearts have been broken and hopes shattered. Staying true to her heart would be her only way out. Except, she isn't sure of anything. Not even her heart. Get your copy for free below.

Dovian

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 Prince Dovian has never been faced with a more difficult decision. He has to get married to a bride chosen by his deadliest enemy or risk the life of the one he loves. When his plan to save his betrothed fails, he has to make another plan. One that includes a marriage that will change everything. Click here to get your copy now.

Two Sides of 1

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Vivian kept a pleasant look on her face as several people came to greet her. It wasn't unusual for this to happen, after all she was Pastor Al's wife. She let out a breath. The Pastor Al who seemed to have no weakness; the Pastor Al who always knew the right thing to say; the Pastor Al who had a loyal group of followers—or so it seemed until Chike tried to divide the church; the Pastor Al whose smile could light up a room. She crossed her legs. Unfortunately, he was the same Pastor Al who didn't realize when his wife almost lost their baby. He was the Pastor Al who… "Excuse me, ma." She looked up. "Pastor has more people waiting to see him today. He might not be done until late in the evening." She managed a smile. That was the same thing Gbenga had said last week and the week before that and the week … before … that. Late in the evening never failed to turn to late in the night. And it would have been bearable if it didn't happen every single day. &

Dunamis isn't Silly

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~Inspired by real experiences My body temperature increased with every passing minute. The turmoil in my belly found its way to my head as the time inched closer to 11.00 am. I gently massaged the crease of my forehead while muttering under my breath. I had five minutes left and I needed a miracle. My phone rang and I ran to it. I hissed. It was a call from my network provider.  Another glance at the clock made me hold my breath. I had only a minute left. I groaned and a tear rolled down my cheeks. "You're fast when you should be slow. And when I need you to be slow, you're not. Super annoying thing." "Is she back?" Mum called from the stairs. Heat rose up my throat and I fought the urge to scream. I closed my eyes and tried imagining telling my sister how she had made me miss an online meeting with the director of the company I was supposed to process waste for. I opened my eyes, it wasn't working. The only things I was seeing were different ways of...