Novels by Ladipo Michael

First of, I'm thanking all my readers for reading this 'not so perfect' book to the end. Your comments,your Votes kept on encouraging to write more. Although I'm certainly not a perfect writer with a perfect story??,it really means a lot for me for appreciating this little work of mine. Thank you all so so much,I really do love you!.Second, I'm actually thinking of a possibility in writing a sequel to this book. I don't know yet but let me know what you all think about it. In the meanwhile,I'm recently starting a new book series. I'll announce once the book is out but of course I'll gladly appreciate if you check it out too?!.I guess this is bye bye to TMT!. Love you all!♥️♥️♥️.

LAST CHAPTERThis Night would be a troubling one but it will be triumphant. Everyone that breathed in the Academy except those locked in the dungeons gathered themselves outside in the humid darkness to watch the final battle for the fate of the Supernatural world.Nicodemus stood upfront with Arthur by his side. They were all waiting patiently for the arrival of the monster. Eve. The plan is simple. Nicodemus will stab the monster's heart with the precious weapon of his parents and from there his power too will be drained off into the weapon causing the heavy magnitude of power to kill both of them momentarily.They all startled in fear as they saw Eve appear meters away before them. Arthur handed the Stake-like weapon to Nicodemus immediately."I was wrong." Arthur heard Nicodemus say. "Love isn't the weakness of a man. It is the strength. You have a good heart and I know you wo

Once the fight was over. The rest disappeared into the building while Sabrina stayed. She continued to stare at the sizeable amount of blood spilled from the monster and there was Nicodemus's too. Perhaps their blood might be of use. So she spelled two empty jars to her palms. One would be to retrieve The monster and the other for Nicodemus's.She walked to the damaged ground where plenty of the monster's blood lay. She opened the first jar before closing her eyes shut. This spell would take it's toll on her due to little energy she had left."Calicus liberie retrieva, Calicus liberie retrieva, Calicus liberie retrieva, Calicus liberie retrieva!....." She felt the little power of hers draining as the spell began it's work. The black blood rose gradually and steadily into

Dreams. Dreams are our fantasies that we want to become a reality. Even as much as we work hard towards building that perfect reality of ours,this small world we live in will always have the final say. In the end,those dreams grows from a brightly burning fire to a faint light and becomes a castle built in the air. They never come true. Arthur would say he was put in this position. A life where his dreams would never ever come true,a life where his dreams seems so faraway from reach. There she was,the lady he loves dearly crying helplessly in his arms while his friends watched with tears in their eyes too. Was this what he deserves?,a life with no peace. "Look at this statues. They are a perfect work of art!." They all turned to the

"He had us played the whole time. Checkmated from the beginning." Arthur added when Sabrina finished narrating their ordeal with Nicodemus. "He has a family. A happy one at that." Arthur's hand curled into a fist. The five years they spent in search for a weapon was all for nothing. While they were suffering, Nicodemus was busy the whole time enjoying his life with his family. Once his eyes fell on that adorable kid and his innocently looking mate,he lost the motivation to kill his Sire. But there was still one question left. "Why did Nicodemus hesitate in killing us when he had the chance to?." He didn't know when he inadvertently voiced out his thoughts. "Probably to enjoy seeing us suffer more." Vincent responded with a frown.

NEW ORLEANS Fear. Fear has been the only feeling that reigned for centuries. If it isn't fear of the Tribrid then it is of death or of being dominated or of failing or of trying or of loosing someone you deeply care about. These were the feelings Nicodemus was accustomed to. He expected New Orleans supernatural community to be in great turmoil over his sudden appearance,he expected that feeling of fear but all what he was seeing were different. The communities were in great disorder. They craved for death but all that came were more suffering,pain and helplessness. Packs were already deserted, Covens were a living burial ground and Vampires a living disaster. Faith was greatly disturbed by the scenes she was viewing,thankfully Audrey was fast as

DANIELPARISDaniel dressed his son,John, in the same outfit he was donning. A classic short sleeves dark blue T-shirt layered with a dark green bomber jacket. On a blue slim fit jean and black Chelsea boots to complement it all. He shot his son a bright smile once he had finished dressing him up."There! My little Johnny looks stunning." Daniel gestured with a wink while John grinned sheepishly. The boy's eyes flowed to Funke who stood behind them."Mommy!" John pulled away from his grasp and up to his mother. Daniel arose to his stance shooting his divorced wife a faint smile. They've been divorced for two months now but they still went on vacations together. Only for John's sake. During this months,he resigned from his managerial position and resumed his work in photography. He was also based in New York with his son while Funke remained in Nigeria with a working class job. H

DANIEL As Daniel stared into the Camera Zoey bought for him eight years ago,memories of yesterday flashed. How she retained her ever graceful beauty. Except for the changes which he still fancied. Her long straightened black hair she notably dyed. The rest were just the same;her petite body,those Hazel eyes that glittered and her soft voice which always melted his heart. There was also the sadness accompanied with her smile. It signified how much pain and suffering she had faced over the years. She might not have noticed it but he did. Daniel's mind travelled to the walk and conversation they shared at a garden. He realize her perspective towards issues had changed too. She had grown pessimistic and overly stiff towards him. It was bound to happen anyway. After so many misunderstandings and long years apart,she was right to distrust him. His hands curled into a fist when he remembered all the sufferings she

ZOEY"I must say you've changed drastically." Daniel mumbled as they walked down the street with cups of Coffee in their hands. She arched her eyebrows briefly."The same can be said for you too." She remarked."Oh well,thanks to my past life." He smiled but she ignored it. Choosing to pay attention to even the slightest act he orchestrated. "I have a son." He muttered in a solemn tone. "John,a six year old." His eyes were fixed upfront. She knew he wasn't ready to face her from the guilt that consumed him. On the other hand,she was shocked and failed miserably in handling the bombshell. There was also the pain that sprang up in her chest too."Congrats." Was all she could force her nerves to say. He gazed at her."That didn't come from your heart." He remarked."And how do you know that?" She retorted. Her palms secretly clenching.

DANIEL As the plane landed on the cold floor of New York,all Daniel could think of was the day before. How his Mother had argued vehemently against his decision and Funke crying helplessly. Looking pathetic in her pleas levied to him. Regardless,he didn't waver on his decision. And to avoid further troubles,he decided to move to New York under the pretence of work urgency. Of course Funke had done a lot for he and his family but that didn't warrant love. The moment he had gotten his memories,he realized who his heart belonged to. Zoey Johansson. On a normal day,Daniel would have chosen to pay his friends a visit. But today trailed a different path. Zoey was his only priority. He thirsted to see her,how she has been faring,what work she was up too and above all,the changes she embraced over the years. Thinking about the good times together brought a smile to his face and more than ever he wished to reliv

DANIEL° "Mommy don't tell you're proposing a marriage between Funke and I?" He lifted his eyebrow in a quizzical manner. "What does it look like I'm doing? You've stayed abroad long enough and you're beginning to loose your touch with culture." "That's not enough reason mommy. Besides,I'm not ready for any marriage wahala." "She's a good girl,you both are compatible. Ko si wahala Kan Kan" "And how do you know that?. She's not one I'll even approve to be honest." "Wait,wait,is it that you already have someone else in mind?"

DANIEL"Where are you?!"Daniel sighed,glaring wearily at his iPhone that brightened from his wife's message that popped on his screen. He tossed his phone across his desk from mild irritation.Eight years. Within a span of this period a lot had happened,things had changed. He could start with him rising to a managerial post in one of GT bank's head office. All appraisal to Funke. Back then, he had appreciated her efforts and affection for him until his mother proposed the idea of marriage. He disagreed vehemently but as time passed with Funke continuing her sweet actions. Pressure from both sides,he eventually succumbed for one reason. To repay the debts as she had already done a lot for he and his family.His marriage was blissful when it just bloomed. Although as it aged,Joy became a news of the past,peace ceased to reign. All that replenished their marriage was ceaseless arguments and