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Tempestad de la guerra estelar

Recibió un puntaje genético de 28... ¡Lo que le descalifica por completo para postularse a la escuela militar! Ayudó a entregar la carta de amor de un amigo... Y, tras caer en un lago, ¡se hizo famoso por morir por amor! Su primer regalo... ¡ser enviado a una brutal simulación de entrenamiento! ¡Sin embargo él perseveró a través de todas estas pruebas! ¡Nuestro querido estudiante Wang Zheng finalmente ha comenzado su afortunada (¿?) vida universitaria! ¡Esta es la canción de una emocionante tormenta de sangre hirviente! ¡La más feroz y apasionante aventura del género “Mecha” finalmente está aquí!

Twist Of Fate

TWIST OF FATE They say between a child's fantasy and an adult's reality lies the teenager's choice, How true is that quote? Enitan Aghedo is a young orphan who was faced with hardship from her teenage years,escaped an early marriage and came back to Lagos, The center of excellence in Nigeria. A young girl with no parents,no siblings and no family, Enitan had to fend for herself, She'd to take responsibility for her life and the actions and decisions she takes. Her quest for success brought her to the crossroads of life and she'd to make her choices. Her quest for a better life brought her to a few people, Each with his or her own significance to her goals and aspiration. The story entails Enitan's life from her early teenage years journeying to her adult years, The choices she made, The paths she took towards her journey for a successful life, The twist and turns it brought to her, Not excluding the betrayals and heartbreaks which were offset by loyalty,frienship and love.

Lago Carmesim

As vezes para salvar aqueles que amamos precisamos dar algo preciosos em trocar...

El lago del amor

"No entiendo... ¿siempre has sentido esto?". La confusión que me invadía ante otra confesión de lujuria o amor era abrumadora. Lo último que esperaba al volver a la casa del lago era estar rodeada por tres hombres intentando ganar mi atención, y sin embargo, aquí estaba. Atrapada en una neblina de lujuria impulsada por sexo y placer de la que no quería escapar. *** A Juliet le encantaba pasar tiempo en la casa de sus abuelos durante su crecimiento, así que cuando fallecieron justo después de su graduación, no pudo permitir que alguien más se ocupara de los asuntos de sus abuelos. En su lugar, se dirigió de regreso a una vida de la que no había formado parte en tantos años. Rodeada de hombres que buscaban devorarla. Uno amigo, uno contratista y uno un chico malo que hacía que se le erizaran los dedos de los pies solo con hablar. ¿Podrá Juliet mantenerse firme para organizar su vida, o sucumbirá a los deseos sexuales que cada hombre despierta en ella? «El lago del amor» es una creación de Scarlett Rossi, una autora de eGlobal Creative Publishing.

Stranger In Lagos

It is the city of vermin and lost souls. The darkest hearts live there. The very air its citizens breathe is tainted with evil. You stay there long enough and you become part of the darkness. Even an innocent child is not immune to its perversion lack of love from birth molded her into a demoness ready to kill just to be loved Everyone in Lagos has a tale to tell. Even the roaches that live in its stinking gutters and feed on the waste of the city. For me, it would always be a place of haunting because it was there I murdered my sister when I was only eight years old.

Tommy el murciélago

El viejo y olvidado personaje estrella de cierto estudio de animación es invitado a cuidad Ensueño, un mundo donde caricaturas de diferentes estudios coexistiran "pacíficamente" para conmemorar el aniversario del estudio anfitrión.

Life In Lagos Nigeria

A young village girl that was taken to the Lagos high life city. The lady’s dream was to go to school, get a job, make money while she maintains her decency. However, what she expected to see in Lagos was not what she saw, even though she accomplished her dreams but Lagos took the decency.

Life of Lagos

Echoes of Lagos Love.

In the heart of Lagos, where the sun kisses the horizon with hues of orange and gold, and the scent of spices mingles with the salty breeze from the Atlantic, lies a city teeming with life, love, and boundless dreams. Here, amidst the labyrinthine alleys of Balogun Market, where vendors peddle their wares amidst a cacophony of voices and colors, and the streets pulse with the rhythm of a thousand footsteps, two souls unknowingly begin their journey. The sun dips below the skyline, casting long shadows that dance across the cobblestone streets, and amidst the hustle and bustle, fate weaves its intricate tapestry. Atinuke, her vibrant laughter echoing through the narrow pathways, weaves through the throngs of people, her eyes alight with determination and passion. As she breathes life into her latest creation, her heart yearns for something more—a love as vibrant and captivating as the city itself. Meanwhile, Emeka, with his gaze fixed upon the towering skyscrapers that pierce the skyline, envisions a future as bright and boundless as the horizon stretching before him. Yet, amidst the hustle and bustle of Lagos life, his heart longs for a love that ignites his soul and sets his spirit ablaze. As day gives way to night and the city's pulse quickens with anticipation, Atinuke and Emeka's paths converge, their destinies intertwined by the unseen hand of fate. In the heart of Lagos, amidst the chaos and the beauty, their love story begins—a tale as timeless and enduring as the echoes that reverberate through the bustling streets. Join us as we embark on a journey through the vibrant streets of Lagos, where love blooms amidst the chaos, and the heartbeat of the city becomes the rhythm of our souls. Welcome to "Echoes of Lagos Love."

Diary Of A Lagos Playboy

Memoirs Of A Lagos Playboy

VÎÇTØR CROWÑ . . Memoirs of A Lagos PLAYBOY…Episode 1 . . Today, during my lunch break I ran into this pretty lady. She said her name was Christy. She was about 5’7′, slim and well proportioned in perfectly cut dark suit and matching pants. A career woman from her outfit; most likely a banker. Now, I’ll let you know this upfront; I’m not looking to get settled just yet. I just want to have fun. I’m young, cool and handsome. I won’t say I’m rich but I do just fine. This was a much needed change from my steady routine of UNILAG…sorry, Moshood Abiola University babes. Before you call me spineless, hear me out. I don’t usually chase career women. You should know why. This is Lagos! It is teeming with single career women and 7 times out of 10, any single career woman you date is hoping you propose after six months of intense romance and hot sex. Not me. Call me selfish but I treasure my freedom too damn much. I don’t want to be wrapped around a woman’s fingers just yet. Actually, the last career woman I dated was a little over a year ago. Untangling myself from her web of possessiveness proved trickier than I thought with so many unsavory experiences; especially her exceptional detective skills that I’d rather not talk about. I’ll leave it at that. Yes, Christy…she said her name was Christy. She wore her hair long and natural. She wore light make-up which perfectly accentuated her pretty face. She was fair in complexion in stark contrast to my dark. But then, fair complexioned ladies always found me attractive. She had ordered and was eating alone, deeply engrossed in her blackberry. I studied her as I ordered my lunch. I surmised she would be in her late 20′s or early 30′s. She didn’t wear much jewelry. No ring on her finger. She spent more time on her phone rather than on her nearly untouched meal; a clear indication she was in no hurry. However, the usual signals I usually seek before I move in on a prey were absent (trade mark secrets so I ain’t telling!). Here was an absolutely confident woman who reeked of success. If there was any chink in her armor, she hid it well and to find it, I’d have to get close. I picked up my lunch, paid for it and went straight towards her table. She seemed to take notice and she looked up at me. For a split second, I saw something in there as our eyes met. Yeah…I’m not bragging but I usually have that effect on women. She looked away as I got to her table. “Hi, hope you don’t mind if I join you?” I said. She looked up and shrugged. The silent treatment eh, I thought. I sat down directly across her and pretended to be engrossed in my meal. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her steal a look. She seemed be a bit uncomfortable with my nonchalant presence but didn’t make any attempt to leave. Nearly half way through my meal, I said, “I see you have hardly touched your meal for almost fifteen minutes now.” My statement surprised her and she looked up from her mobile phone. I continued, “Hope everything’s ok?” “You’ve been monitoring me, haven’t you?” She said, her voice low and sweet. A light smile had formed across her pretty lips. “Well, I admit I have. You are certainly worth monitoring.” I said and flashed my most charming smile. “I’m Michael…”, I said extending my hand which she took. Her hand was soft, very soft. “…but you can call me Mick.” “I’m Christy.” She said, smiling. Beautiful lips. “I have a confession Christy. One I hope you’ll bear with me for sharing” I said apologetically. “I woke up this morning with a very special feeling…one that I couldn’t explain, until now.” “What do you mean?” She asked, a bit taken aback. “There was something special about today that I didn’t understand but finally I did when I saw you.” I saw many things in her eyes. Shock, incredulity, surprise but repulse wasn’t one of them. She dropped her phone close to her barely touched meal which consisted of just a plate of coleslaw and surveyed me critically. I put on my game face, meal pushed aside.

La posesión del Rey de los Salvajes

Como hija del alfa de la manada del Lago Azul, lo tenía todo: un aspecto hermoso, un padre cariñoso y un príncipe pretendiente, que era el sueño de cualquier chica. Pero mi mundo perfecto se puso patas arriba cuando mi manada fue masacrada el día de mi cumpleaños por los más despiadados salvajes. Peor aún, descubrí que el responsable, el Omega que cometió los crímenes, era mi hermano adoptivo y mi pareja. * —Atrapé sus labios en los míos en un beso tentativo. Al principio, no se movió ni un milímetro. Permaneció quieto como una piedra. Cuando pensé que me había equivocado, me aparté, pero sus brazos me rodearon y me atrajeron hacia sí, profundizando el beso. Su beso era exactamente lo que yo esperaba. Avasallador… Me acerqué más a Zander, profundizando aún más el beso. De repente, separó sus labios de los míos. Me llevé una mano a los labios y le miré incrédula. "La posesión del Rey de los Salvajes" es una obra de Reina Bellevue, autora de eGlobal Creative Publishing.