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Chy's Library, Asaba, Asaba (2026)

03/04/2026

So that second lady that came in
She didn’t even greet
She just stood there looking at him.
The man was trying to act normal like nothing was wrong
But his face don change already
The girl he came with was now looking confused like what is going on?
Next thing the second lady said
So this is what you’ve been doing?
Ahhh everywhere just quiet
The girl he came with stood up like
Wait what’s happening here?
My people i just carried my phone like I was pressing something
but I was watching everything
I don’t even know who is who again
Wife? Girlfriend? Side chick?
But that day i knew my shop is not just a shop but it’s a cinema.

02/04/2026

You people remember that married man I was talking about
Hmm something happened again.

So this man came to the shop again
and as usual not the same girl
I just said okay let me mind my business
Few minutes later another lady came in
This time i was like
Wait o who is this one again?
The man saw her and his face just changed
Oga that was forming calm before started panicking
He quickly stood up like he wanted to run
The girl with him was confused
The new lady was looking at him somehow
My people i don’t even know who that second lady was but the way everywhere just changed
I knew something was about to happen

Should I tell you what happened next?

28/03/2026

As a beer parlour owner things we see

I don’t know if I should say this… but there’s one married man that comes to our shop… and hmmm

Story: This man eh… he doesn’t come alone o
Every time… DIFFERENT girl
Today na one girl… tomorrow na another one
And the funny thing is that he is living in the the same street with his family.
He behaves like nothing is happening
Very calm… very normal… like say we no dey see am

Oga… your wife knows you’re doing this?
But as a business person
what can I even say?
Customer is customer… but my eyes have seen things in this shop 👀”

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14/09/2025

QUEEN OF THE CLAN
📍 EPISODE THIRTY
Written by Tales from C

The clan’s men dispersed, leaving only shadows in the warehouse.
Malik’s hand brushed Ifeoma’s shoulder—too gentle for a mafia lord, too dangerous for her disguise.

“Walk with me, Ikenna,” he ordered.
Her legs felt heavy, but she followed.

---

Inside his private chamber, the air smelled of dark wine and gun oil.
Malik poured himself a drink, then turned.
His eyes scanned her, sharp and slow, like he was peeling away her skin.

“You fight like a man,” he said.
“But you bleed… differently Ifeoma’s breath caught
She forced a laugh, keeping her voice low, rough.
“A fighter bleeds the same, no matter the body.”

Malik stepped closer, his face inches from hers.
“No. You’re not like the others. You hide fire behind a mask.”

His fingers brushed the side of her jaw—just for a second.
It was enough to send chills racing down her spine.

---

But before she could answer, Fola’s voice echoed from the hall.
“Brother! We need to talk.”

Malik’s jaw tightened.
His eyes never left Ifeoma’s face.

“Another time…” he murmured, almost like a promise.

---

As he left, Ifeoma collapsed onto the chair.
Her secret was slipping.
Malik was seeing too much.

And worse—
A part of her wanted him to.

---
Fola Adeshina stood at the balcony, the city lights of Lagos burning beneath him.
In his hand—a glass of whiskey.
In his heart—resentment.

“Malik thinks he owns the clan,” he muttered.
“But power should belong to me.”

---

A shadow emerged from the dark.
It was Musa, the clan’s enforcer.
“Say the word, oga. Some of the boys dey your side already.”

Fola smirked.
His younger brother had the loyalty of the clan… but loyalty could be bought.

“Not yet. First… let’s weaken him.”

---

Then his eyes shifted toward the training pit where “Ikenna” had proven himself.
“That boy… he’s too close to Malik. Too fast, too smart. Something about him doesn’t sit right.”

Musa nodded.
“You want make I test am?”

Fola swirled his drink, thinking.
“Not yet. Let’s watch. The moment will come.”

Below the balcony, Ifeoma felt the weight of their stares.
She knew—
Her war wasn’t only against Malik’s suspicions.

Fola was circling too.
And when betrayal struck…
The blood would drown everyone.

31/08/2025

QUEEN OF THE CLAN
📍 EPISODE TWENTY__NINE
Written by Tales from C

Night draped over Lagos.
The clan house buzzed with music and drunken laughter, but Ifeoma’s gut was uneasy.
Something was wrong from the shadows, Fola Adeshina watched her every step.
His smile was sharp hungry.
“Brother may be blinded by curiosity,” he muttered to his men.
“But me? I see through lies.”

Suddenly—hands grabbed Ifeoma from behind.
A cloth sack covered her face.
She kicked, thrashed—but they dragged her down a corridor.

The sack was ripped off.
And she found herself in a dimly lit warehouse.
Fola stood before her.

“You’ve fooled many,” he sneered.
“But not me.”

He circled her like a predator.
“Too fast. Too smart. Too dangerous to be just a boy from the street.
So tell me, Ikenna… who are you really?”

Ifeoma’s pulse raced.
The walls felt like they were closing in.

One wrong word—
and her cover was finished
Far away, Malik poured himself a drink, unaware…
that his brother had just sprung a trap
that could destroy everything.

Betrayal was closing in.
And Ifeoma had to choose—fight her way out…
or keep her secret, no matter the cost.

---
Fola’s laughter echoed in the warehouse.
Ifeoma’s chest rose and fell, her fists tightening.
Her secret was seconds away from exploding.

“Answer me!” Fola roared, shoving her against a steel pillar.
“Who are you really?”

---

Just then—
The heavy door slammed open.

Malik Adeshina stepped in.
Tall. Sharp. Eyes colder than midnight.

The room froze.

---

“Fola…” Malik’s voice was calm, dangerous.
“What game are you playing?”

“This boy is a liar,” Fola shot back.
“I feel it in my blood. He’s hiding something.”

Malik’s gaze shifted to Ifeoma.
Her heart thundered.
Did he see it too?

---

For a long, unbearable moment—Malik just stared.
Then he smirked.

“My brother…” he said slowly,
“You see shadows even when the sun is shining.”

He turned to the men.
“Release him.”

---

The ropes fell from Ifeoma’s wrists.
Her skin burned where they had bound her.
She forced herself to breathe, to stay calm.
Fola’s jaw clenched in fury.
Malik had protected “Ikenna.”
But why?

And in that moment, Ifeoma realized something terrifying—
Malik wasn’t just curious about her.
He was claiming her.
The war between the brothers had just begun.
And she was the spark that could set everything on fire.

25/08/2025

QUEEN OF THE CLAN
📍 EPISODE TWENTY__EIGHT
Written by Tales from C

The Adeshina clan gathered in the great hall that night.
Cups clinked. Ci**rs smoked.
Every eye burned with suspicion and greed.

At the center of it all—
“Ikenna,” the newcomer who had already proven too skilled, too fast, too dangerous.

---

“He’s not one of us,” one elder sneered.
“Boys like him don’t just fall from the sky.”

Murmurs spread.
Doubts whispered like venom.
Fola leaned back in his chair, lips curved in a thin smile.

“Maybe we should test his loyalty… in other ways.”

---

🔥 Before anyone could add fuel, Malik stood.
His presence silenced the room.

He placed his glass down with deliberate calm, then turned, gaze slicing through every man there.

“Ikenna has bled for this clan,” he said coldly.
“Anyone who questions him… questions me.”

A heavy silence.
Challenge hung in the air like smoke.

---

Fola’s smirk faltered.
The elders exchanged uneasy glances.

Malik’s hand gripped the back of Ifeoma’s chair—protective, possessive, dangerous.

“He stays,” Malik declared.
“Under my watch.”

---

Ifeoma’s heart thundered.
She had Malik’s protection.
But protection from him was just as terrifying as exposure by Fola.

Because now—
she was chained to the lion himself.

---

And lions… always demanded blood.

The hall emptied.
The laughter and clinking glasses faded into silence.
Only Malik and “Ikenna” remained.

He didn’t sit.
Didn’t drink.
Just watched her—like a hawk circling prey.

---

“You fight too well for a street boy,” Malik said, voice low, almost casual.
“But your eyes… they tell a different story.”

Ifeoma’s throat tightened.
She forced a smirk, lowering her gaze.
“Eyes only see what they want, oga.”

Malik stepped closer.
The air thickened.

---

His hand shot out—gripping her chin.
Forcing her to look up.

“Don’t play games with me,” he growled.
“Lies are cheap. But betrayal… betrayal costs lives.”

Her chest burned with fear.
Did he know?
Could he see through the disguise?

---

Then—
Malik’s thumb brushed across her split lip.
Gentle. Too gentle for the man the clan feared.

“Who are you really, Ikenna?” he whispered.
“Because I swear… you feel familiar.”

---

Her mask was cracking.
Her secret bleeding through.

And she had no idea if Malik wanted to expose her…
or protect her.

---

Either way—
She was running out of time.

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23/08/2025

QUEEN OF THE CLAN
📍 EPISODE TWENTY__SEVEN
Written by Tales from C

The clan’s chants still echoed when Malik stood, descending from the balcony like a king stepping into his throne room.

His presence silenced the chaos.
Every man lowered his head.
Every woman held her breath.

But his eyes never left her.
“Ikenna.”

---

He stopped in front of her.
Close enough for her to feel the heat of his breath.
Close enough for danger.

“You’ve proven yourself,” Malik said, his tone sharp as steel.
“Blood doesn’t lie. You’re clan now.”

He raised her hand—the same one still stained with the spy’s blood—
and kissed it.

The hall gasped.

---

It wasn’t just a reward.
It was a claim.

Her heart raced.
Not from victory… but fear.
Because in that moment, Ifeoma realized—

She hadn’t just fooled Malik.
She had tied herself to him.

And the way he looked at her…
wasn’t just power.
It was possession.

---

Later that night, alone in her room, she scrubbed her hand until it bled.
But no matter how hard she tried—
she couldn’t wash off Malik’s kiss.

---

The line between enemy and lover had blurred.
And Ifeoma knew…
the game had just become more dangerous.

The night after the bloody initiation, Ifeoma sat on her bunk, chest still sore from the fight.
She thought she was alone—
until a shadow filled her doorway.

It was Fola Adeshina.
Malik’s younger brother.
The one with eyes like sharpened knives.

---

“You fight too clean for a street boy,” Fola said, leaning on the frame.
“Where did you learn that?”

Her throat tightened.
Every word had to be measured, controlled.

“Survival,” she muttered.
“The street teaches faster than any master.”

But Fola didn’t smile.
He stepped closer.
Circling her like a hunter who already smelled blood.

---

“Funny,” he whispered, tilting his head.
“Your hands… don’t look like they’ve lived on the street. They look… delicate.”

Her pulse hammered.
Did he see it?
Did he know?

---

Then footsteps echoed down the corridor.
Malik.

He appeared, gaze sweeping the room—
and when he saw Fola standing too close to “Ikenna,” his jaw tightened.

“Brother,” Malik’s voice was low, dangerous.
“Find someone else to interrogate.”

---

Fola smirked.
But his eyes stayed locked on Ifeoma as he backed away.

And in that stare, she read a warning—
and a promise.

---

⚡ Trust was cracking.
Suspicion was spreading.
And Ifeoma knew… Fola might be the first to expose her.

23/08/2025

QUEEN OF THE CLAN
EPISODE TWENTY__six
Written by Tales from C

The hall had emptied, leaving only shadows and silence.
But Malik didn’t leave.

Instead, he turned back to “Ikenna”—
to her.

“You heard what I said in there,” he murmured, stepping closer.
“I claimed you. Now prove you’re worth the risk.”

---

Her throat went dry.
“Prove… how?” she asked, forcing her voice to stay steady.

Malik’s eyes gleamed in the dim light.
“By showing me you won’t betray me.”

He held out a knife.
Cold. Sharp. Deadly.

On the floor lay a sack. It shifted. Groaned.
Inside—one of the clan’s spies, caught feeding information to the police.

“Kill him,” Malik said softly.
“Or I’ll know you’re lying to me.”

---

Her stomach twisted.
She had taken punches, shed blood, lived a lie—
but this… this was different.

Could she murder an innocent man, just to protect her cover?

The spy’s muffled eyes locked on hers, wide with pleading.

Malik leaned in, his voice brushing her ear like a dark caress.
“Do it, Ikenna. Show me you belong to me… or die with him.”

---

⚡ Her hands shook as she took the knife.
Her heart screamed one truth—I can’t.
But her mission whispered another—I must.

And Malik’s eyes never left her.

Watching. Testing. Wanting.

The knife felt heavy in her hand.
Every second dragged, the clan’s silence pressing in.

The spy thrashed inside the sack.
Muffled cries.
Desperation.

Her pulse thundered.
Her mission screamed survive.
Her soul screamed don’t.

But Malik’s voice cut through it all.
“Do it.”

---

Her grip tightened.
One breath.
One swing.

🔪 The blade plunged down.

The sack went still.

Blood spread across the floor.

The hall reeked of iron.

---

The clan erupted into wild cheers—
but Malik didn’t move.

His eyes stayed locked on her, searching.
Almost… hungry.

“You’ve crossed the line now,” he whispered.
“There’s no going back.”

---

Behind her mask, Ifeoma felt her soul crack.
She had become what she feared—
a killer.

And Malik?
He smiled.

Because now, she was his.

21/08/2025

QUEEN OF THE CLAN
📍 EPISODE TWENTY__FIVE
Written by Tales from C

The clan dispersed slowly, whispers cutting like blades.
Chike’s blood was still fresh on the marble, his body dragged away.

But Malik didn’t look at them.
His eyes never left her.
Ifeoma.

He waited until the hall was empty.
Then—without a word—he grabbed her arm and pulled her into his private chamber.

---

The door slammed shut.
The silence was sharp.

He cornered her against the wall, hands braced beside her head, caging her in.
His scent—smoke, wine, gunpowder—wrapped around her.

“You lied to me,” he said again, voice lower, rougher.
“Do you know what that means in my world?”

Her pulse thundered.
“Then kill me,” she whispered, chin lifted. “Do it now.”

---

But Malik didn’t pull the trigger.
He pressed closer, eyes dark, jaw clenched.

“Killing you would be easy.”
His hand traced the line of her jaw, slow, dangerous.
“But you’ve made it… complicated.”

Her breath caught.
Every nerve screamed to run—
Yet her body betrayed her, leaning into his touch.

---

For the first time, Ifeoma saw it—
The cracks in Malik’s mask.
The war inside him.

He wanted her dead.
He wanted her alive.
He wanted her… his.

And that terrified her more than his gun ever could

Malik’s hand lingered against her cheek.
The silence stretched—heavy, dangerous, intimate.

For a moment, Ifeoma thought he might actually kiss her.
Her breath hitched. Her lips parted.
The world shrank to just the two of them—
Predator and prey, drawn together like fire and gasoline.

But then—

💥 BANG!
The chamber door burst open.

---

Fola stormed in, face tight with rage.
“Malik! What have you done? The clan is furious. You killed Chike without council approval!”

Malik stepped back from Ifeoma, mask snapping into place.
“The boy was a traitor. My word is final.”

But Fola’s eyes darted to her—“Ikenna.”
Suspicion burned there.

“And this one?” Fola sneered.
“Why do you protect him so fiercely? Who is he really?”

---

If only the ground would swallow her whole.
Ifeoma’s heart pounded, hands trembling at her sides.
One wrong word, one wrong look—and everything would unravel.

Malik’s gaze cut through the tension like a blade.
“He’s mine,” Malik said coldly.
“Touch him, and you’ll answer to me.”

---

The room stilled.
Even Fola blinked, thrown off by Malik’s choice of words.

Mine.

Ifeoma swallowed hard.
The lie had just turned into something else—
Something far more dangerous.

---

The clan was circling.
Fola’s suspicions were growing.
And Malik’s claim had just painted a target on her back.

But why… why did part of her feel safer in Malik’s shadow than anywhere else?

18/08/2025

QUEEN OF THE CLAN
📍 EPISODE TWENTY__FOUR
Written by Tales from C

The first gunshot cracked through the hall.
Chaos ignited.
Clan soldiers ducked for cover, bullets tearing through the air.
Chike’s men stormed in, spraying lead like rain.
Ifeoma dove behind a table, chest heaving.
Her secret was out—her life on the line.

Malik drew his pistol with cold precision.
One shot—dead center a gunman dropped.

But his eyes still flicked to her.
Always back to her.

💬 “Stay down!” he barked.

💬 “I don’t take orders from you!” Ifeoma snapped, firing back at Chike’s men.

Their voices clashed louder than the gunfire.

---

In the smoke, Chike laughed, reloading.
💬 “Look at you, Ifeoma. Pretending to be a soldier. Pretending to be a man. Pretending to belong here.”

His words cut deep.
But rage steadied her hands.

She fired—
A bullet grazed his arm.
The laugh died from his lips.

---

Malik shot another soldier, then grabbed Ifeoma’s wrist, yanking her close.
Their faces inches apart.
His voice low, rough, dangerous.

💬 “Tell me the truth, now—who the hell are you to my clan?”

Her pulse thundered.
Bullets flying around them.
And still—this man demanded her truth.

💬 “The woman who’s here to burn it all down,” she whispered.

---

The hall fell to silence for a moment.
Just the two of them, breathing hard, staring.

Enemy or ally?
Lover or executioner?

Only the next shot would decide.

The gunfire thinned.
Bodies littered the marble floor.
Smoke hung heavy in the air.

Malik still held her wrist.
His grip was iron.
His eyes—blazing fire.

💬 “You lied to me,” he said, voice low.
💬 “You walked into my clan, into my house... and you think you can play me?”

Ifeoma ripped free, chest heaving.
Her disguise was in shreds now.
No more Ikenna.
Just her.

💬 “I didn’t come to play you. I came for the truth.”

---

Chike’s laughter cut through the silence.
He was bleeding, but smiling.

💬 “See, Malik? She’s not one of you. She’s here to destroy everything we built.”

He raised his gun, pointing at her.
💬 “Let me finish it for you.”

---

Malik turned slowly.
His pistol lifted—
But not toward her.

💥 BANG.

Chike staggered back, blood spraying, eyes wide with betrayal.

💬 “You… chose her?” he gasped, collapsing to the floor.

---

The hall froze.
Every soldier stared.
Malik stood tall, gun still smoking, voice cold as steel.

💬 “She’s mine now. Anyone who touches her dies.”

His words echoed like thunder.

And Ifeoma’s heart—
It pounded with fear, with fire…
And something she dared not name.

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