Born into poverty and burdened with the weight of a fragile body, Adesewa's life seemed written in the shadows marked by endless hospital visits, academic struggles, and the cruel rejection of love from those who couldnt see past her health condition. An AS patient in a society that sees her as unfit for marriage or motherhood, she is told over and over that she will never be enough. But Adesewa is more than her genotype, more than the expectations placed upon her. With quiet strength and unshakable faith, she rises above every storm earning her degree in medicine, defying the odds, and eventually finding a man who loves her not despite her condition, but because of her heart. Together, they build a life of meaning, joy, and purpose. Even when fate calls her too soon, Adesewa leaves behind more than memories she leaves a living legacy. A school for underprivileged youth, a future for her children, and a husband who carries her vision forward with unrelenting devotion. More Than Enough is a soul-stirring novel of pain, perseverance, and the eternal impact of a life lived with love.
She was born just before sunrise, in a room that smelled like Dettol and boiled rice. Her mother, Sade, always said it was a strange kind of morning-too quiet for a house that usually echoed with the cries of children and the clatter of mismatched kitchen pots.
The baby didn't cry at first. The midwife panicked, briefly. Not that anyone admitted it, but you could feel the tension. Everyone held their breath... until she let out the tiniest, sharpest squeal. Like a kitten, maybe. Or a bird that didn't know it was small.
They named her Adesewa. It means "the crown of beauty" or something along those lines. Names always meant more than one thing in Yoruba, depending on who was translating. Her father, Baba Tunde, said she looked like light. Her grandmother said she looked like trouble. Both would be right in different ways.
From the beginning, she was... delicate. Not sickly exactly, just often tired. She'd sleep too long, or too little. Her fingers were cold in July. She'd cough sometimes, for no clear reason, then stop. It was easy to miss at first. Poor people dont always catch the signs early we're too busy managing. Managing rent. Managing rice. Managing prayers that feel like bargains.
But then came the fevers.
They werent loud. No convulsions or screaming. Just heat. Quiet heat that sat on her like a wet cloth. And her lips would turn the wrong shade. You know the kind of wrong that doesn't need explaining? That kind.
Eventually, her parents scraped enough for a hospital visit. Not the private kind, obviously. A place with peeling walls and nurses who had seen too much to pretend they hadn't.
That's where the word came up. That short, almost casual phrase that would end up shaping her entire life: "She's AS."
Her mother blinked. "AS?"
The doctor nodded like he was saying the sky was blue. "Sickle cell trait."
Not sickle cell disease, no. Just the trait. But still... still.
Sade tried to understand. Asked the right questions. The doctor spoke too fast. Baba Tunde didn't say much at all. He just stared at the wall, like the wall might have a better answer than the man in the white coat.
Now, if you're reading this and you know the AS genotype, you probably understand the tension. But if you don'there's the thing: AS isn't always dangerous. People live with it. Thrive even. But when it comes to relationships, marriage, children... that's where it gets complicated. If two AS carriers marry, there's a chance maybe 25% that their child could be born SS. Full sickle cell disease. Painful. Dangerous. Often deadly.
And that little probability? It's enough to scare people. Enough to turn love into statistics. Choices into fear.
But Adesewa was just a baby then. Soft skin, curious eyes. She didnt know anything about genes or society or stigma. All she knew was the warmth of her mother's hands, and the quiet hum of a home trying its best.
No one knew yet how hard things would get.
Not even her.
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."
Betrayed by her mate and sister on the eve of her wedding, Makenna was handed to the ruthless Lycan Princes as a lover, her indifferent father ignoring her plight. Determined to escape and seek revenge, she captured the interest of the three Lycan princes, who desired her exclusively amid many admirers. This complicated her plans, trapping her and making her a rival to the future Lycan queen. Entwined in jealousy and vindictiveness, could Makenna achieve her vengeance in the intricate dance with the three princes?
"Mr. Evans, please maintain some dignity. Don't forget I'm your brother's wife!" Having caught her husband and best friend together in the bed, Elena wanted nothing more than to exact revenge on the people she once called family. She refused to be a pitiful divorcee and vowed to make everyone who had once looked down on her beg for forgiveness. And to start with her newfound freedom, Elena indulges in a one-night stand with a stranger. However, what was meant to be a fleeting escape turns into a nightmare when she learns that the stranger is none other than her husband's older brother! Would Elena be free from the shackles of her marriage? Or would the mysterious stranger make her life a living hell since he seemed to have a personal vendetta against his family? [The story is 18+ and involves mature content.]
For the whole 17 years of her existence, Alana did not know the word freedom and happiness having been confined in the basement of her family's house accused of killing her own mother. She's beaten, cursed at, and barely survived from crumbs of food thrown at her. She thought this is her final destiny and has accepted the bitter fate of her life not until the night of her 18th birthday, a mysterious alpha appeared at her door telling her that she is the long-lost daughter of the alpha king and claiming her as his mate he's been looking for several years now.