Timeless
I never thought my voice would echo across continents. It started in a small bedroom in Lagos, with a cracked phone speaker and dreams too big for the room. Now, every beat I drop feels like a heartbeat for a generation. But fame isn’t just lights and stages—it’s choices. Stay true to the roots or chase global stardom? Every song is a crossroads.My hands are shaking as I press play on the demo track. Outside, Lagos hums with life—honking danfos, distant laughter, the sizzle of suya grilling on the corner. This song has to work. My father said I’d fail. My cousins laughed when I dropped out of school. But this beat? It’s fire. And if I can just get it heard over the noise…\n\nThe phone rings. Unknown number. Could be a fan. Could be a scam. Or could be the radio station that promised to spin my track tonight. I take a breath. Do I answer? Or do I wait, let the anticipation build?
King Patrick
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WEDNESDAY (BOOK ONE)
I never asked to be psychic. I never wanted friends. And I certainly didn’t volunteer to save Jericho from a centuries-old grudge wrapped in monster skin. But here I am—knee-deep in bloodied snow, a dead raven in my hand, and the voice of a long-dead girl whispering through my dreams. The Hyde isn’t just some beast; it’s a weapon. And someone is aiming it at Nevermore. If I don’t unravel the truth before the next attack, Enid will be next. Maybe me too.
The Weight of Blood
I can feel it inside me now—the pulse beneath my ribs that isn’t mine. The Change is coming, and I don’t know if I’ll be human when it’s done. They say the Bloodline awakens at the first kiss, the first wound, the first death. Mine surged the moment I touched her, and now we’re both marked. The Elders want me caged. The Outcasts want me weaponized. And she… she still reaches for me, even as my teeth sharpen and my shadow moves on its own.
Lucy's Eye
I told myself it was just business. That the way my chest tightened when Lucy smiled—really smiled, not the one she sold—was nothing. But every coin I took for her body carved another crack in my soul. She looks at me now like I’m both her savior and her jailer. Maybe I am. The truth is, I love her. And that makes everything worse.
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