Novels by ObsessedInk_writer

9, off Ose-Oluwa street,Ijede, Ikorodu,Lagos.30th October, 2020.Dear readers,Since this book is tied around letters just as the name implies, I can as much write this in form of a letter.If you're reading this, then I want to congratulate you for finishing this journey. I know there were so many rocks and stones but you scaled through, so congratulations!It was a long ride but I'm glad you stuck till the end. I hope you enjoyed this book as much as I enjoyed writing. Thank you so much for giving this book a chance. Now that you are done, I ask that you drop a review and rate this book. It means a lot to me. I need you to be as honest as you can be. If you think this book was worth your time, k

Ademola on the other hand stood aside. Though he didn't understand what they were saying, he could deduce that she was the girl that jilted his friend. Anger welled up in him as he watched. "You tossed me around like I was a thing without feelings." Ifeanyi continued. A tear had dropped from his eyes to his annoyance. "You keep doing this to me everytime. You do whatsoever you want without caring about my feelings, then you run back when it doesn't go well, isn't it? You ran away with the same man that abandoned you for so many years. Honestly, I don't know who you are anymore. In fact, I have never known you. I thought I knew you but you proved me wrong. You ran away without a word with your lover and now that something had gone wrong, you run back to me so you can leave me again, right, Oby?" He looked at her then and what he saw almost brought him to his knees. It was a mixture of pain, guilt,

Obiageli let out a loud sigh, thanking God that she had finally found his room. As she approached it, her heart skipped. She was scared and anxious at the same time.She felt like running back but running to where? Where did she have to run to? It was like no place held promises for her.Standing in front of the black door, she breathed, trying to steady her breathing by inhaling and exhaling. She knocked on the door lightly and waited for a response. She pushed the door when she got none only to discover that it was locked. She mentally cursed herself. Of course, he should be at work. She sat down in front of his door, wondering what she could do to whirl away time and also to calm her anxiety.She felt the same way she had felt when she had broken her father's flower vase. It had been a gift from someone she didn't know to her father and her father had treasured it.

"Stop it, Oby! Stop it, okay? Stop blaming yourself. It is not your fault this happened. You didn't do this intentionally. It is so sad that this happened to Jideze but. . .you don't love him anymore. He knew you were with him because of guilt and pity and that was why he asked you to go. I really don't think I am in the position to say this but you said it yourself. You love Ifeanyi.""I do but what does it matter? He has moved on with someone else. He wouldn't want me anymore." Obiageli wiped her eyes with her palm."How do you know? You can't conclude like that not when you haven't confirmed.""What's there to confirm? Ifeanyi hates me. I've done nothing but bring pain to him. He wouldn't want to see my cursed face.""Stop!" Chinaza cried out. "Please, stop." She said quietly with tears at the brink of her eyelashes. "It's true he might not want you anymore but I won't allow you condemn yo

Just mere thinking about it made a lump form in her throat. Ego touched her lightly, jerking her away from her bitter thought. "Are you okay?" Ego asked. Worry and concern written plainly on her face. "Yes. I'm fine." Obiageli muttered. Ego studied her for a while before shrugging. "I said his name is Tochukwu Darlington." "What a nice name, though I don't know what 'Darlington' means. I know you named him that." Ego threw her head back as she laughed. "You can bet." She smirked; turning away from her and leaving her to her fate. Rubbing her palms together - an habit she had cultivated whenever she was nervous - she knocked at the well polished door. "Who?" Chinaza called out. Deep in Obiageli's mind, she knew Chinaza knew it was her. Nevertheless, she replied and there was no

She took a deep sigh; anger already welling up in her. "Obiageli.""Hozannali?" The man asked again and Obiageli was irritated. Who was this man Chinaza kept at her gate to interrogate people? Besides, what language was he speaking? Was it her name he was pronouncing like the botanical name of a plant?"O. Bia. Ge. Li." She broke it down. She had never had any reason to break her name into syllables for anyone. Lagos was really strange, she thought to herself.Back in the bus she had entered to the area Chinaza lived, people chattered in strange language. She felt so lost. She would had missed the bus stop if not for the woman who sat by her side.She had told the woman where she was going and the woman had promised to tell her when they got there. Luckily, she was Igbo so it was easy to communicate with her. It seemed to Obiageli she was the only Igbo woman in the bus."Wait here.