SNAPCHAT BABE EPISODE ONE

 

SNAPCHAT BABE

A Novel

Chapter One – Regina, the Snapchat Queen

Regina stretched lazily in her king-sized bed, silk sheets sliding off her body as she reached for her phone. The iPhone’s screen lit up instantly—Snapchat notifications flooded in.

1,212 views on her last post.

350+ replies.

She smirked. Typical.

Her long, manicured fingers scrolled through the messages.

Lekan Billionz: “Regina, let’s do Maldives this weekend. Private jet. Just say yes.”

Dr. Charles (Lagos big boy): “Damn, babe, are you even real?”

Odogwu 1: “I have a penthouse at Eko Atlantic. Come chill.”

Random guy: “Please reply me, I just want to take you out. I won’t disturb you again.”

She chuckled. These men never tired.

Sliding out of bed, she walked to the mirror. Tall, curvy, with caramel skin that glowed even in the dim morning light. She knew she was a catch. Her bonnet sat perfectly on her laid edges as she angled her phone for a fresh snap.

She tapped the record button.

“Good morning, lovers,” she said in a soft, sleepy voice. She turned slightly, letting the camera capture her smooth skin and the plush bedroom behind her.

Text overlay: Rise and shine, baddies. What’s the plan today?

She added a little sparkle filter and a background song ‘beautiful’ by Spyro, posted it, and within seconds, her views skyrocketed.

Regina was not just a Snapchat user. She was Snapchat.

By noon, she was at the gym. Not for an intense workout—God forbid she ruined her figure—but for content. A slow-mo video of her hips moving in black leggings. A mirror selfie in the changing room.

Caption: “Fit babe era.”

Within minutes, men were in her DMs again.

Tony Real Estate: “I just signed a new deal, let me spoil you small.”

Senator Bayo: “Send your account number.”

She ignored them. Let them wait. Let them wonder.

By 3 PM, she was in Circa Lagos, sipping a cold mimosa. Teni, her bestie, scrolled through her own phone while side-eyeing Regina.

“You no go reply at least one?”

Regina popped a shrimp into her mouth, smirking. “For what?”

Teni shook her head. “You sabi do hard-to-get.”

“I’m not playing hard-to-get. I’m just not easy to reach.”

Teni burst into laughter. “Omo, Regina!”

Regina only smiled, adjusting her designer shades. She knew her worth. She knew the game. And she played it well.

Life was sweet. Men were plenty. Money was flowing.

Snapchat Babe was living.