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Master James and the Missing Modelling Girl 🌹🔥{Photography Modelling Class Gone Wrong 😘}Episode 1:Master James was not j...
08/19/2025

Master James and the Missing Modelling Girl 🌹🔥
{Photography Modelling Class Gone Wrong 😘}

Episode 1:
Master James was not just a photography trainer; he was a legend in Surulere, Lagos. His studio stood tall like a shrine of beauty, attracting girls from all over Nigeria who dreamt of becoming stars...

📌 But everything changed the day Amara, his star trainee, mysteriously disappeared.
No note. No call. No message. Just gone.

From Lagos nightclubs 🍾 to UNILAG hostels 🏫, from Surulere whispers to Port Harcourt streets 🌃, James began a dangerous quest to find the girl who gave him her vīrg|nity and stole his heart ❤️.

👉 Was Amara kidnapped?
👉 Did she run away with a secret lover?
👉 Or is there a darker mystery James doesn’t know yet?

The answers lie deep in Episode 1 and beyond...

💡 Reminder: This post is just a 500-word excerpt from Episode 1. All the remaining episodes are FREE to read on StoryTera.

📖 Continue reading the full Episode 1 + other episodes for free here 👉
🔗 https://storytera.com/stories/29/episodes/2901
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Master James and the Missing Modelling Girl🌹🔥{Photography Modelling Class Gone wrong😘} Episode 1 Master James was not just a photography trainer; h...

✨ Who Paid ₦2 Million Into My Account Overnight? Is it to Ch0p Me & Go? 💸💔 – Episode 1 (Excerpt)This is just 500 words e...
08/18/2025

✨ Who Paid ₦2 Million Into My Account Overnight? Is it to Ch0p Me & Go? 💸💔 – Episode 1 (Excerpt)

This is just 500 words excerpt from the full romantic drama series. All episodes are already available on my website and you can read them for FREE using the link below this post.

My name is Adedoyin. I am 27 years old, living in Lagos, working at one of the popular banks in Marina. My life has always been very simple. I live in a one-bedroom apartment at Surulere, manage my salary carefully, and dream of a big wedding with my fiancé Kunle, who is still hustling to stabilize his business.

But that particular morning, my life turned upside down.

I woke up around 5:30 am because my alarm rang. My phone was under my pillow. Out of habit, I picked it up, wanting to check WhatsApp messages before preparing for work. The first thing that caught my eye was my bank app notification.

"Credit Alert: ₦2,000,000.00"

At first, I thought it was a dream. I rubbed my eyes again, unlocked the phone, opened my bank app, and it was real. Two million naira had entered my account overnight.

I sat up immediately on my bed, my chest beating fast.

"Ha! Who will just put such money in my account? Is it mistake? Is it fraud? Or God has finally answered my prayers overnight?"

The fear and excitement mixed together. My heart was racing. I checked the transaction details but it was strange. The sender’s name was hidden. Just something like “Anonymous transfer.” No phone number. No bank name. Nothing.

I dropped the phone and held my head.

Two million naira! 😳

This money was more than my one-year salary. If I touch it, will it land me in trouble? If I report it to my bank, will they even allow me to touch one naira out of it? If I keep quiet, what if EFCC comes for me?

I didn’t know what to do. The first person I thought of was my fiancé, Kunle. Maybe he had gotten a breakthrough and surprised me.

I quickly called him.

"Hello baby," he answered with his deep morning voice.

"Kunle, please don’t lie to me. Did you send ₦2 million to my account?" I asked, not even greeting him.

"Two million? Adedoyin, which account are you talking about? Me? Send you two million?" He even laughed. "Babe, you know I never reach that level yet. If I had that kind of money, you know I will first use it to invest in my shop before anything."

His tone was clear. Kunle didn’t know anything about it.

I felt disappointment, but also relief. "Ok. Sorry I disturbed your sleep," I said and dropped the call.

Now, my mind went to my boss, Mr. Akinlolu. He had been disturbing me at work with his eyes and subtle comments. Could he have done this? He always liked showing off. But then, he didn’t have my account number… Or did he?

I dressed for work in confusion. While bathing, I kept thinking. While eating bread and tea, my mind was not settled....

👉 Continue reading the full Episode and all other episodes FREE here:
[https://storytera.com/stories/28/episodes/2801] (https://storytera.com/stories/28/episodes/2801)

* If this was your account, would you spend the money or report it? 🤔
* Do you think it’s a blessing or a trap? 💭
* Who really sent Adedoyin this money – love, enemy, or fate? 👀

Who Paid ₦2 Million Into My Account Overnight? Is it to Ch0p💔 Me & Go? Episode 1 – The Surprise Alert 💸💔 My name is Adedoyin. I am 27 years old, li...

🚨 Shocking Story You Won’t Believe! 🚨The Doctor Who Treated My Mother Admitted Me for S&x💔 in the Hospital Ward – He tol...
08/17/2025

🚨 Shocking Story You Won’t Believe! 🚨
The Doctor Who Treated My Mother Admitted Me for S&x💔 in the Hospital Ward – He told My Mum I have Typhoid.

✨ Episode 1 – The Meeting

My name is Bisi Alade. I was twenty-two years old then, a final year student of English at the University of Ibadan. My life was simple—lectures, fellowship, a few friends, and my widowed mother. She was my world.

Ever since my father died of a sudden stroke when I was in SS2, my mum had been both mother and father to me.

One Friday evening, she suddenly began to complain of sharp pains in her stomach. She was sweating, groaning, and I got scared. I rushed her to Tess Private Hospital at Ring Road, Ibadan.

The hospital was neat, small, and smelled of antiseptic. The nurses took her in immediately, and after a while, a doctor walked in.

He wasn’t what I expected. Tall, dark-skinned, handsome with a neat haircut and glasses. His white coat looked perfectly ironed, and the way he spoke to us was calm and assuring.

He introduced himself:
👉 “My name is Dr. Femi Odukoya. Don’t worry, we’ll take care of Mama.”

The way he said it gave me peace. He examined her carefully, asked questions, and even cracked a little joke to make her smile.

My mum, who was usually suspicious of people, immediately liked him.

Throughout the consultation, I noticed how his eyes lingered on me longer than normal. At first, I ignored it. Maybe I was imagining things.

But later, when he spoke to me privately outside the ward, I was sure.

👉 “You really take care of your mum well,” he said, staring at me in a way that made me shy.
👉 “Not many young girls your age would drop everything to stay by her side.”

I smiled awkwardly. “She’s all I have, sir.”

He chuckled softly. “Please don’t call me sir, it makes me feel like an old man. Just call me Femi. Or Dr. Femi, if you must.”

That night, my mum was admitted for observation, and I stayed with her. Dr. Femi came in twice, not really to do anything serious, but to check on me.

He asked about school, my future plans, and even complimented my handwriting when he saw me jotting down her prescriptions.

Something about him unsettled me. He was too… attentive. But I couldn’t deny that I liked the way he looked at me, as though I was the only girl in the hospital.

After three days, my mum got better and was discharged. She wouldn’t stop praising him.

👉 “That doctor is a God-sent. May God bless him,” she prayed aloud as we left.

But my heart was still restless. I knew his interest was more than professional.

A week later, something unexpected happened. I was in class, preparing for a test, when I suddenly felt weak and dizzy. My friends said I slumped briefly....

📌 Note for Readers:
This post is just a 500-word excerpt from Episode 1 of this shocking 2,500+ words story. All other episodes are already available, and you can read them for FREE using the link below.

👉 Read full Episode 1 here: [https://storytera.com/stories/27/episodes/2701]
https://storytera.com/stories/27/episodes/2701

💬 What do you think about Dr. Femi’s unusual interest in Bisi? Should she trust him or be more careful? Drop your thoughts in the comments ⬇️

The Doctor Who Treated My Mother Admitted Me for S&x💔 in the Hospital Ward - He told My Mum I have Typhoid. Episode 1 – The Meeting My name is Bisi A...

✨ THE MAN WHO STOOD BY ME 🥰 – The Gateman ✨Let me share with you a touching story — not about crowns or palaces, but abo...
08/16/2025

✨ THE MAN WHO STOOD BY ME 🥰 – The Gateman ✨

Let me share with you a touching story — not about crowns or palaces, but about loyalty, love, and sacrifice.
It’s about a man who stood by me when I had nothing.
A man who shaped my life and helped me become the woman I am today.

His name is Mordecai.

I lost my parents very young. Alone. Scared. Confused. 💔
But Mordecai, my cousin, took me in and raised me like his own daughter. He wasn’t rich, he wasn’t powerful. He was a gateman at the king’s gate. Yet, he gave me food, shelter, wisdom, and most of all — love.

He always told me: “Your beauty is not just in your face, Esther. It’s in your heart, your kindness, and how you treat people.” 🌸

One day, my life changed forever. The king searched for a new queen, and Mordecai said to me:
👉 “Esther, this might be your moment. You must go.”

I was afraid… but his belief in me gave me strength. And out of all the women, the king chose me. From an orphan girl to becoming queen — all because a humble man believed in me. 👑

But I never forgot Mordecai, the man who stood by me.

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⚠️ Note: This post is only a 500-word excerpt from Episode 1 (out of 2500+ words).
📖 To read the full story and continue with the other free episodes, click here 👉 [https://storytera.com/stories/3/episodes/301] (https://storytera.com/stories/3/episodes/301)

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The Stranger Who K!ssed Me in Traffic Turned Out to Be My Husband’s Brother😍 Episode 1 - The traffic incident & shocking...
08/15/2025

The Stranger Who K!ssed Me in Traffic Turned Out to Be My Husband’s Brother😍

Episode 1 - The traffic incident & shocking revelation

The Lagos sun was merciless that Tuesday afternoon, glaring down on the sea of cars stuck in the third mainland bridge traffic. Danfo drivers were shouting, hawkers moved between lanes selling gala and cold drinks, and the air smelled of exhaust fumes.

I sat in my husband’s Toyota Corolla, hands tight on the steering wheel. My husband, Femi, was in Abuja for business, so I had driven myself to Victoria Island for work. I was already running late when the chaos started.

A trailer up ahead had broken down, causing cars to swerve dangerously. One impatient danfo driver tried to squeeze into my lane, his side mirror scraping against mine. I honked hard, but he still forced his way in, making me slam my brakes.

That’s when a man appeared beside my car. Tall, broad-shouldered, wearing a dark polo shirt that clung to his frame. He knocked lightly on my window.

“Madam, please move a bit to the left,” he said, his voice deep but calm. “These agberos are trying to corner you.”

I hesitated—Lagos has taught me to trust no one in traffic—but something about his steady gaze made me obey. He signaled to a bike man to block my left side, creating a small safe space.

Minutes later, he walked back to my window. “It’s clear now. Follow closely.”

I did. He led me past the worst of the chaos, his car maneuvering like he knew every crack on the bridge. When we finally reached a freer road, he signaled for me to pull over at a fuel station.

I rolled down my window. “Thank you… I don’t even know your name.”

He smiled. “I’m Dayo. Just glad I could help. Lagos traffic is like war—you have to look out for people.”

I nodded, studying his face—handsome in a rugged way, with eyes that looked like they’d seen too much. “I’m Tolu,” I said quietly.

We shook hands briefly, and there was something in that touch—warm, lingering, almost dangerous.

That evening, Femi returned from Abuja earlier than planned. We were in the sitting room when the front door opened, and my husband walked in… with Dayo.

“Tolu, meet my elder brother!” Femi announced, smiling.

For a moment, I thought I’d misheard. But no—there he was, the stranger from the bridge, standing in my living room, looking at me with a flicker of surprise.

“Yes… we’ve met,” Dayo said slowly, his eyes locked on mine for a second too long.

The days that followed were strange. Dayo was staying with us for a while, something about moving back to Nigeria after years abroad. Around Femi, he was the perfect big brother—easygoing, respectful, full of family stories. But when it was just the two of us, there was a different energy…

📌 This is just a 500-word excerpt from the full Episode 1 available on StoryTera. Read the full episode 1 - 3 here 👉 https://storytera.com/stories/26/episodes/2601

The Stranger Who K!ssed Me in Traffic Turned Out to Be My Husband’s Brother Episode 1 → The traffic incident & shocking revelation. The Lagos sun was ...

Plenty stories that will sweetened your body 🥰 on storytera.com
08/15/2025

Plenty stories that will sweetened your body 🥰 on storytera.com

🔥 Bad Influence Episode 2: Fikky’s Inner BattleIt was a quiet Sunday evening. 🌇 The sun slid slowly down the sky, painti...
08/15/2025

🔥 Bad Influence Episode 2: Fikky’s Inner Battle

It was a quiet Sunday evening. 🌇 The sun slid slowly down the sky, painting everything in shades of orange.

Inside her small room, Fikky sat alone in front of a tiny mirror on her wooden table. She wore a gown so beautiful it could turn heads — shiny stones on the neckline, hugging her body perfectly.

It was a gift… from one of the construction workers she had been seeing.
She touched it slowly. The dress was beautiful — but her heart felt empty.

Then her mother’s voice echoed in her mind:

“Fikayo, always do what glorifies God. Never bring shame to our name.”

Tears filled her eyes. The room suddenly felt cold.

She remembered the lies…
📌 Lying about going to school.
📌 Lying about weekends.
📌 Lying about money and gifts.

She had skipped so many classes her teachers stopped asking about her. This wasn’t the life she wanted.

That night, near the roadside kiosk where she and Judi often bought fried yam, she spoke up.

Fikky: “I want to stop.”
Judi: “Stop what?”
Fikky: “This life. Sneaking out… being with those men. What if we get pregnant? Or catch something we can’t treat?”

Judi laughed loudly.
“Relax, we’re just enjoying life. Nothing will happen. Don’t think too much. You want to start going back to choir like old mamas?”

Fikky forced a smile… but deep inside, her mind was made up.

The next day, she went straight to school. All day. No sneaking out. She told her mum she wanted to rejoin the church choir. Her father laid his hands on her head and prayed for her.

Slowly, Fikky began to change. She sat at the front in class, joined the debate club, and answered questions again. Her teachers smiled, proud to see her take her future seriously.

But life was different now — and she no longer had the fancy clothes that once drew attention.

👉 What happens to Fikky next?
Read the full story here ⬇
🔗 [Bad Influence Episode 2 – Fikky’s Inner Battle]

Title: Bad Influence Episode 2: Fikky’s Inner Battle It was a quiet Sunday evening. The sun was slowly going down, and the sky was turning orange. Fi...

My Mum’s Pastor Does Special Prayers for Me🥰 – He Said His Manhood💪 is Anointed. Episode 1 I never believed in “special ...
08/14/2025

My Mum’s Pastor Does Special Prayers for Me🥰 – He Said His Manhood💪 is Anointed.

Episode 1 I never believed in “special prayers.” To me, prayer was prayer — you knelt, you talked to God, and you trusted Him to answer.

But my mum had a different belief. After my eperience with this pastor, Everytime I now hear the Word "Come and collect Anointing", I pick the fastest race on my leg and run!.

For her, Pastor Raymond was more than just a church leader; he was a man of “rare anointing.”

People whispered about how his words carried weight, how barren women conceived after his touch, and how troubled youths found peace after his prayers. When I fell into a dark season — heartbreak, job loss, and the feeling that my life was slipping into emptiness — Mum insisted I go see him.
“Shade,” she said one humid Saturday afternoon, holding my hands tightly, “Pastor Raymond has something special.

His prayers… they reach where normal prayers can’t.” I laughed softly. “Mum, I just need time. I’ll be fine.” She didn’t let me finish. “I’ve already told him about you.

He’s waiting for you tomorrow. And, my daughter… please, go with an open heart.”

The next day, I wore my simplest dress and went to the church.

The place was quiet, the kind of quiet that made your thoughts sound louder.

Pastor Raymond’s office door was open. He looked up when I stepped in, and I noticed immediately — he wasn’t like most pastors.

He had the kind of presence that filled a room. Broad shoulders under a simple white shirt.

A smile that was both warm and… unsettling. “Shade,” he said, standing and extending his hand. “Your mother has told me so much about you.”

I shook his hand. His grip was firm but gentle, his eyes holding mine longer than necessary.

“Sit,” he said, motioning to the chair across from him.

“We’ll begin with a conversation. Then, the prayers.” For the first few minutes, he asked about my life — my work, my relationships, my dreams.

But as I spoke, I noticed the way he leaned forward, as though he wasn’t just listening to my words, but to something deeper in me.

Finally, he leaned back, studying me in silence. “Your spirit is… heavy,” he said. “And your heart… broken.” Something inside me stirred.

He was right. “I will be honest with you, Shade,” he continued. “The kind of prayer you need… it’s not ordinary.

I have been given a rare gift — an anointing that works through my entire being. My touch can heal, restore, and… open doors.”

I frowned slightly. “Your touch?” “Yes,” he said slowly. “My anointing… flows even through my manhood.”

I blinked. “Your… what?” He held my gaze, unshaken. “It is a divine mystery.

Some battles require physical impartation.

It is not about pleasure — it is about breaking chains.” I stared at him, trying to understand if I had heard correctly....

My Mum’s Pastor Does Special Prayers for Me – He Said His Manhood is Anointed Episode 1 I never believed in “special prayers.” To me, prayer was praye...

Bad Influence: Who Impregnate Fikky?Episode 1: Judi and Fikky – A Tale of Two FriendsJudith lived in a small but popular...
08/14/2025

Bad Influence: Who Impregnate Fikky?
Episode 1: Judi and Fikky – A Tale of Two Friends

Judith lived in a small but popular village where everyone knew each other. Her friends called her Judi because she can "Judi" for everybody in the village, big yansh. In Yoruba, they often say "Gbogbo ohun ti o n ponle, ni o ti pinka kiri" meaning "she has distributed this yansh and her "toto" for every men in the small village". She was raised by her grandparents, who were very rich. They lived in a big house, had cars, and enough money to live comfortably. But Judi’s grandparents did not pay much attention to her. They gave her whatever she asked for, but they never sat her down to guide or correct her.

As a little girl, Judi always got what she wanted. By the time she entered Senior Secondary School, she had become wild. She hardly stayed in class and started sneaking out to meet her boyfriends. Most of them were older boys who gave her money, gifts, and snacks.

One day, a calm and respectful girl named Fikayo joined her class. Everyone called her Fikky. Her father was a pastor, and her mother sold palm oil. Fikky lived by strict rules and had never had a friend like Judi.

They met properly when Fikky forgot her pen, and Judi gave her a brand-new one. From that day, they became close friends. Fikky admired Judi’s boldness, but she had no idea her life was about to change forever.

📌 Note: This is just a 500-word excerpt from Episode 1, which is over 2,500 words long. The full episode is available here 👉 https://storytera.com/stories/20/episodes/2001

Title: Bad Influence Episode 1: Judi and Fikky – A Tale of Two Friends Judith lived in a small but popular village where everyone knew each other. He...

🌞 Episode 7 [The End]: The Visitor From Akinola!!  It was a bright Saturday morning in Ibadan.  The twins — Ireoluwa and...
08/13/2025

🌞 Episode 7 [The End]: The Visitor From Akinola!!

It was a bright Saturday morning in Ibadan.
The twins — Ireoluwa and Ayotunde — had just calmed after their early feeding.
Loveth was bathing them while Yinka prepared breakfast — bread, eggs, and pap, just the way she liked it.

Peace filled the air.

Then — knock knock.
Unusual. They weren’t expecting anyone.

Yinka opened the door slowly… and froze.
Standing there, dusty from a long journey, was Baba Danjuma — Loveth’s father.

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“Papa!” Yinka exclaimed.

Loveth ran, her wrapper almost falling off her waist.
She threw herself into his arms.
“My child… I thought I would never see you again,”
he said, his voice trembling.

Inside, he sipped water with shaky hands.

“How did you find us?” Loveth asked.
Papa Danjuma smiled.
“I never stopped praying. One of your classmates, now in Ibadan, saw your picture on Facebook — Yinka posted it when the twins were born. She told me.”

Yinka chuckled.
“I told you social media is powerful.”

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But the joy was tinged with old memories.

“Papa… where is she now?” Loveth asked.

Her father sighed.
“Gone. Chased from the village. People say she’s now a beggar in a nearby town. What she meant for evil turned against her.”

Loveth lowered her eyes. No anger — just pity.
“May God touch her heart,” she whispered.

Yinka held her shoulder.
“That’s why I love you. Even after everything, you still pray for peace.”

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The weekend became a celebration.
Papa Danjuma carried one twin on his back while Loveth fed the other.
He kissed their tiny fingers and told them stories of the farm he would one day show them.

“You must bring them to Akinola,” he said.
“Let them see where their mother grew up. Let them understand her strength.”

Yinka smiled.

“Very soon, Papa. Maybe on their first birthday.”

That night, they sang old songs and remembered Loveth’s late mother.

“She would have been proud of you,” Papa said.
“You turned pain into purpose.”

Loveth’s eyes glistened.
“It was God… and Yinka.”

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📌 Note: This is only about 500 words from the full 2,500+ word Episode 7.

📖 Read the complete episode here:
🔗
https://storytera.com/stories/19/episodes/1907

Episode 7: The Visitor From Akinola!! It was a bright Saturday morning in the city of Ibadan. The cries of the twins, Ireoluwa and Ayotunde, had ...

She Broke Up with Him Because he was an Okada Rider to Marrying a Banker. Who no like better things?
08/12/2025

She Broke Up with Him Because he was an Okada Rider to Marrying a Banker. Who no like better things?

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🌧 Episode 6: The Miracle of the City🥰💪  The rainy season had just begun.  A soft drizzle kissed the rooftops of Akinola ...
08/12/2025

🌧 Episode 6: The Miracle of the City🥰💪

The rainy season had just begun.
A soft drizzle kissed the rooftops of Akinola as Yinka prepared to return to the city — but this time, he wasn’t going alone.

Loveth, now visibly pregnant, was finally ready to leave the village.
Her father, Pa Danjuma, stood in the doorway, his voice trembling:

“You are going to build a better life, my daughter. I bless you. May peace never leave your home.”

Loveth wept in his arms. This goodbye was different — not born out of fear, but joy, growth, and a new chapter.

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Yinka had secured a small apartment in Ibadan through a kind friend.
It was just one bedroom, a parlor, a kitchen, and a bathroom — humble, but theirs. Safe. Peaceful. Free.

Loveth was amazed by everything in the city — the traffic, bright lights, noise, and people always in a hurry.
“Yinka,” she laughed, “how do you survive this madness?”
“You get used to it,” he smiled. “But I’m glad you’re here now. Everything feels easier with you by my side.”

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Yinka’s honesty and hard work caught the eye of his supervisors.
One day, he came home brimming with excitement:

“Loveth, they’ve given me a big task. If I succeed, they’ll make me a regional supervisor.”

“God is opening doors for us,” she replied.

But Loveth had her own news — twins.
Sometimes she’d place Yinka’s hand on her belly:

“Say hello to your children.”

And he’d answer: “Hello, champions. We are building this world for you.”

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Then came the morning when the rain fell and her world shook.

A sudden pain — sharp, then sharper.
“No… it’s too early,” she whispered. Only seven months along.

She called Yinka, who raced from the office like a madman.
By the time he arrived, neighbors were helping her into a taxi.
The doctors rushed her in as Yinka paced outside, drenched in sweat and fear...

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📌 Note: This post contains only about 500 words out of the full 2,500+ word Episode 6.

📖 Read the complete episode here:
🔗 https://storytera.com/stories/19/episodes/1906

Episode 6: The Miracle of the City The rainy season had just begun. A soft drizzle kissed the rooftops of Akinola as Yinka prepared to return to the ...

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