Onyemaobi

The romantic lives of three teenagers are intertwined in unimaginable ways the moment one of them returns from the States.
And with all of the impediments that come with living in a conservative town, these set of queer youth struggle the most with drugs, trauma and crime, inadvertently testing deeply entrenched beliefs about life, friendships, love and sexuality.
This book encompasses all their lives, and tells their heartwarming coming of age stories as they embark on a journey of finding their identity whilst navigating the tumultuous hallways of high school. It is anything but easy, especially when a tragic murder is uncovered, leading to a trail of both imminent danger and fear.
The question isn’t just whether or not they’d survive it all in the end, but also how much of themselves they’d lose in the process.
And who would they even be?

When billionaire playboy, Damien Archer sets his eyes on the one woman who wants nothing to do with him, how far would he go to win Olivia over?
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On the verge of losing his father’s company, billionaire boy Damien Archer makes a decision to fake an engagement with the one person that detests him the most. Olivia agrees to the deal, but only for her own good. Little did she know that a trip to Vienna would be just enough to awaken those feelings and tension she thought she’d buried years ago.
And what happens when she meets his brother, Luke, managing to catch his attention as well. Olivia is tossed into a love triangle between the two brothers, with a tough decision to make? Who would she choose to spend the rest of her life with, of the Archer brothers?
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“God yes, keep going.”
“Keep going, Mr Archer” She’d felt every inch of him, whirling in her and thrusting in and out and she clasped him with her shivering legs. He slid over her folds and did that trick again, only this time his fingertip slipped between to gather her wetness.
He parted her with two fingers and found her clit, rubbing it in small circles. She cried against him, and he did everything but kiss her. But that was more than enough—he was intoxicating. The smell of him, the taste of him. And when he did pull out, she had a river flow out between her legs. He had a smirk on his lips, watching her yell for dear life, jolting across the bed with her arms tied. He was pleased, that she was satisfied.
She was more than satisfied.