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A Stab In The Heart. *a Short Story* by Becalina(f): 9:13am On Nov 28, 2013
**********A SHORT STORY***********

Angelina paced up and down the hall with tears flowing freely down her cheeks as she watched the nurses hurry up and down, they wouldn't tell her what was wrong with her husband, she wish they would just talk to her after all its her husband and she needs to know his fate.

its so unbelievable what headache and high temperature can turn into, she had gotten home around 3pm, she still had about two other meetings to attend but she had cut them off because of her sick husband, and had gotten home to meet his unconscious body

Angelina loved her husband and he knew that but she was a career woman and she still is, and he knew this and still married her, her work is a very demanding one, time taking and stressful, business trips, meetings, conference calls, and the likes, she was climbing up the cooperate ladder and she was doing that very fast, yes! Her husband is successful too, a pharmacist, less demanding work, he goes to work around 8 or 9am in the morning and returns home around 4 to 5pm in the evening.

She returns home to her husband in the around 9pm to 10pm in the evening, no time to cook, to do house chores or to make love all night long like he likes it, but they always have saturdays and sundays to themselves, after house chores, washing, cooking and running errands, and that has never been enough for her husband and they still argued and argued and argued.

He asked her to quit her work, he said he would take care of her and even though she knew he would, she was addicted to work and no one could stop her, now she wished she had listened to him and resigned, maybe get another work, a less demanding one, he wanted to have children but she was not ready, even though she had no idea when she would be ready, she was a selfish Naughty Lady, a self centred ! and she knew this.

As she watched the nurses move about, she had time to reflect on her past, he had made her happy and she had been ungrateful, she had taken her work more important than she had taken her marriage, he could have left her and married someone else or he could have decided to bring in another woman but he didn't, he hoped she could come to her senses soon but she didn't until it got her where she is today.

As the doctor walked towards her, her heart skipped a beat and she recalled the last conversation she had with her husband
"Angelina, don't go to work today, I am sick, I need you here with me"
"Oh come on sweetheart, its just headache" she had replied
"And dizziness, I need to go to the hospital, but I can't drive like this" he had answered
"We have meetings with our international clients today, I will be back as soon as the meeting is over" she had said while putting on her coat
"You can't leave me like this"
" why are you trying to make a scene out of this" she had replied
"How can your work be more important than my health" he had shouted at her
"I will be back early" she had shouted back
"You are going nowhere" he had commanded
"Its not like you can stop me" she had replied and left, she wished she could take those words back

If her husband should survive this, she would quit her job and spend the rest of her life making up for it.
"How is my husband" she asked the doctor
"Why didn't you bring him earlier, you should have" the doctor replied
"It was just headache" she answered with a shaking voice
"I am sorry, we lost him" the doctor said, and that was all Angelina needed to faint

Black Rose - Literature - Nairaland
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Black Rose by Yahasa(f): 5:18pm On Oct 05, 2013
Her leg quivered. She hugged the covers of the bed tightly.

The phone rang again; the shrill sound making her tremble again. She decided to ignore it this time.

It may not be him, it may be someonelse, her mind told her.

She picked the phone and brought it a little distance away from her ears.

"Sweetheart, scared ag...ain huh?" the Speaker drawled. His voice was Husky, sexily husky...

"I'm not scared of you, whoever you are", she said with a slight tremor in her voice.

"You sure?" the man asked, chuckling softly.

"I'm not scared of you, you bastard! I'll find you, you !" She screamed into the phone. The fear was replaced now with anger.
"That's a very good idea cos I'm gonna find you too and when I do, you'll be sorry for even being born"...

Click....

"Hey, don't slam the phone on me. Damn you!" she cursed.

She threw the phone at the wall and it came crashing to the floor with a sickening sound that made her grimace.


She had tried to recognise the voice but couldn't.

She was angry, angrier than she had ever been in her life.

* * * * * * *

"A letter for you Doctor", Sade said as she threw the big sized white envelope on Baya's table..

"Any other thing?"

"Just a few patients wating to see you".

"Thank you, send them in, in ten minutes", Baya said...

She sighed as she sat down. She didn't even ask Sade who the sender was...

"Goggyboots!"

She tore the envelope hurriedly. She held her breathe..

"Oh, God! not again!"

She pulled it out. Another black rose.

"Sade, Sade!"

Her secretary half ran in with a surprised expression on her face. Baya's voice had been filled with fear, she couldn't help noticing.

"Are you alright Ma?"

Baya nodded then pushed the rose towards her.

"A black rose? what does it mean?"

"I don't know either. Sade, In four days, I've receved four black roses. The first was dropped in my car, the second was dropped on my house steps and the third was slipped into my shopping basket. Now, I'm receiving this one in my office...." her voice trailed off..


"Do you think?" Sade gave her a knowing look.

"Yes, I think someone out there is trying to scare me.."

"And kill you when he's tired?"

"Oh, God! I don't know, I really don't know. Who gave you this letter?"

"A male patient. He was wearing a face-cap that was pulled down to cover his face.

"You couldn't see his face? Is there anything you remember about him?"

"Not really. Except that he was wearing black from head to toe and his cap had the pirates symbol. A skull and cross bones. It got my attention. But then, I was shuffling from one file to another. So, when he handed me the letter and said it was for you, I didn't ask him questions. I just looked at him and hurried away to get some files".

Baya sighed...

"What will you do Doctor Baya?" Sade said in a concerned tone.

"I'll just be careful".

"I think you should report this to the police".

"No, the police are not safe. They work for any one who pays them".

Sade sighed now.

"I'll wait whoever it is out.". But her words sounded hollow even to her.

To be continued...
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Re: Black Rose by kennyskeelzz(m): 9:43pm On Oct 05, 2013
hmm,,,,lets see how this goes
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Re: Black Rose by Yahasa(f): 1:18pm On Oct 06, 2013
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The rain soaked into her jet black hair that flowed down to her back.
She stopped and tied it into a pony tail.

"I should have a stayed in the Supermarket till the rain stopped", she said to herself.

But she knew she couldn't go back. She was already drenched. She needed to get her car and drive staight home.

The car park was only a distance away. In a little while, she would be safe in her cozy car.
Then she heard the thud of footsteps. She glanced back, nothing. She continued, it continued. Someone was trailing her.

"Who is there?" she called out.

There was no sound, only the wooshy whoosh of the night wind.

Baya continued walking; this time, faster.

She could hear the footsteps again, it was getting louder.

Baya began to run.... he wa

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4 Chics And A Guy by Christopher69(m): 9:03am On Feb 11
Chapter 1

The leaves on the trees around made swishing sounds from the breeze that blew coupled with the occasional singing from the birds, the sound emanating from the area was melodious, sonorous and beautiful.


The cool afternoon breeze swept across her legs swaying her mud stained skirt up revealing her luscious mosquito-battered hips to the whole world to see
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With heavy panting she fell on one knee and looked around her, surveying the scenery before her. Despite the mighty balls of sweat trickling down her forehead down to her blood stained and sweat soaked blue sleeveless blouse coupled with the fact that her hair looked like she had just come out of a mental institution plus the fresh wounds on her face and legs she had sustained on the run, it was still glaringly obvious how beautiful she looked.

The tarred roads seemed closer as she could see the bushes gradually reducing ahead of her.

As she made to stand up, Angela wiped the mucus from her nose with her left hand simultaneously as she made use of her right hand to clean the tears that were dripping from her eyes.

The past 1 week had been the most horrendous, horrific set of days in her life and she couldn't help but sob continuously even as she made her great escape.

As she was about to run towards the tarred road, she recognised those same voices again, those voices of men who had caused a life long deep scar in her heart as well as havoc in her life for the past few days.

She knew the kidnappers were after her to re-capture her as she could hear their voices only a few metres behind her. This time she raced again for her dear life, picking up an incredible momentum and acceleration that even Usain Bolt would have given a standing ovation for. She only had 1 notion in her heart as she ran,"It is better I die running, than be re-captured by this heartless devils".

As she approached the expressway, she heard a gunshot behind her.......

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Driving through the busy town of Lagos in the latest brand new Range Rover Sports Jeep, Segun felt as though he had arrived. His luxurious lifestyle had hit an all time high ever since the death of his father two months ago. His father Otunba Akinwunmi E Fatokun was a very prominent and wealthy man in the corridors of power of the state and had passed on leaving behind his wealth to his one and only notorious son who was an embodiment of a spoilt brat.

He was going 180km/hr with the speakers of his cars blaring to the music of Rick Ross when suddenly he hit a young girl along Ikorodu road who had just attempted crossing the road. What followed after were echoes of screams from all angles, Segun was flabergasted.........
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Re: 4 Chics And A Guy by fejiluv(f): 9:32am On Feb 11
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Re: 4 Chics And A Guy by Christopher69(m): 9:34am On Feb 11
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The Title, thoughts, plot, characters, settings, quotes and all its contents are properties of the author and are all pure fictional.
No parts of this work;
either in parts or in whole should be reproduced in any format; electronic or otherwise without permission from the author.
You can reach the writer at CHRISYAKS@GMAIL.COM for any inquiries.
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Re: 4 Chics And A Guy by Christopher69(m): 10:12am On Feb 11
Chapter2

After a long night servicing the indefatigable intimate romp and appetite of her customer, Jennifer or J-baby as she was called by her co-workers was worn out flat.

She looked at the clock in the bedroom of the hotel where she lay and she was stupified to find out it was 9.45AM already. She had a test worth 30 marks that same day by 10.00AM in her school, UNILAG and from the area she was in Bariga, it was about 30 minutes by bus if she was to get to school

REINCARNATION BY FRANK3.16

HE IS MY BEST FRIEND AND WRITER



CHAPTER ONE

Monday, 6th January 2014

The Blackberrry phone on the side stool very close to the 12inches Vita foam started to ring again and Frank lazily stretched his left hand to pick it up. He was facing the opposite direction as he lay on the bed so his hand had to do a little search before it could reach the phone. He had ignored the phone the first time it rang hoping that it wouldn’t ring again. His mind, soul and body didn’t want to wake up this morning.

He picked the call and placed it on his right ear.

Apart from the fact that he was too lazy to wake up, there was also an extra weight of probably another human on his body. A quick search with his almost incapacitated right hand revealed that the weight on him was that of a Unclad female form. The feel of her smooth butt sent instant messages to his mind and he recalled that last night was so much fun. He couldn’t remember much, but the little he did made him smile.

“Hello.” He managed to muffle into the phone. His head was thumping and his mouth tasted sour. His facial muscle seemed shrunken and he quickly rubbed it all over with his left hand in the bid to relax the skin therein.

“Don’t tell me that you are still sleeping on this Monday morning,” said a sharp and smooth female voice on the other end.
“Are you not at work?”

The two words ‘Monday’ and ‘work’ were enough to send signals to his brain and alert his drowsy system. “Damn!” he whispered loudly both to himself and into the phone. He raised his head to look around his room. His flesh was not willing to stand up but his spirit was.

Frank managed to focus his eyes on the wall clock and soon, after much effort, he was able to see that the time was 20minutes past eight! He was supposed to be at work by 7.30am.

“Do you know what the time is?” the female voice at the other end continued.

“Mnnn,” Frank muffled again as he made to stand up. “When did you come back Linda?” he called her name like he was just realizing it was her. He stood up from the bed and looked at the sleeping Unclad girl once again and wished he could remember how it all went last night. Despite that, he was still very sure that he enjoyed every bit of moment with her.

She was still sleeping like a log of wood and the beautiful unclothedness made him stop to stare, internalizing the image.

“I came in last night and tried calling you but you weren’t picking your calls. Wait; are you there with a girl?” Linda asked.

Frank almost smiled. Linda was the only female friend he had ever had. He never knew it was possible for someone like him to be in such a platonic relationship with a girl as beautiful as Linda without trying to take the relationship to the next level. Now she knew him better than he knew himself.

It was all his fault. He had delayed the move and this had resulted in him eventually seeing her like a sister, not even the slightest feeling of lust whenever he beheld the exceptional beauty.

“Yes, but that is not important now. I am late for work and will be in serious trouble this New Year. Linda, can we talk later? I have to hurry and get ready for work.”

“Alright, just call me later in the day so that we can hook up… is Dozie there with you?” She asked after a second thought.

“Since when did you start caring about Dozie?”

“And who told you that I care about that womanizing low life friend of yours? I just want to be sure he is not there to make you do bad things.”

Frank smiled again despite the confusion and worry he felt. “I am a bad boy and don’t need Dozie to be bad. Well, he is not here and… just take care, we will talk later.” He cut the call and walked straight to the bathroom.

If him and the lady on his bed had slept Unclad all through the night, then it must have been a wonderful night, he thought. The only problem now was that he wouldn’t be able to relieve the moment because of the alcohol that was in his system.

What was he going to tell his boss? Dr. Emeka would be boiling in rage by now. The fact that he hadn’t been called by anyone in the hospital only meant that his sack letter might be waiting for him. Sack letter? Why was he wishing himself such a bad luck at this time of the year? Oh! Those nurses will be very glad if such a bad thing happened to him. He already knew that his presence in the hospital was a thorn in their flesh. Frank almost laughed at the thought of this. He had slept with 7 out of the 11 young nurses who worked with him in the hospital, but now they were all angry with him. His presence reeked of nothing but scandal.

He was always getting into trouble but always had a way of getting out of it. It wasn’t easy being the only male nurse at the hospital; male nurses with so much swag like him were not easy to find these days.

He quickly shook off the feeling of fear that seemed to run all over his body along with the cold water. Dr. Emeka, who liked him, would surely forgive him. All that was left for him was to think of a good lie that might help cushion that good doctor’s anger.

As he hurriedly dressed up for work, the slim model shaped girl stirred on the bed and backed. He felt like joining her on the bed at that moment. What a sight! He thought.

He recalled she had come with Dozie’s new catch. Dozie had met Agnes on a social network, Badoo or something, and yesterday had been their first meeting.

Contrary to Linda’s insinuations, Frank was Dozie’s mentor when in came to womanizing. And by following his instructions, Dozie had made the girl had cyber sex with him, send him her Unclad pictures and finally desired nothing but to have physical sex with him.

Luckily she had come with a friend and Frank got himself a new year present. He just hoped it wouldn’t turn to New Year sad news by the time he got to his workplace.

He couldn’t wait to see his friend and hear his own side of the story.

Soon he was ready for work and not wanting to wake the girl up, he just left a note for her on the side stool and slipped out of his one room apartment. He will continue from where they stopped last night before he blacked out when he comes back.

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Nurse Bisi was outside when the commercial bike that Frank boarded to work halted in front of THE SAINT’S SPECIALIST HOSPITAL. She hastened her step away from him and walked into the hospital like she had seen the devil. Bisi was his second catch amongst the nurses he had slept with. Like all of them, she had professed so much love for him but today she even hated his shadow. Right now, he was sure that she was going to announce to her colleagues that the womanizing devil was around.

As he paid off the bike man, he hoped Dr, Emeka wouldn’t notice he was having hangover when he confronts him.
Frank was all about his personality and not his looks. Sometimes he wished he was half as good looking as his friend Dozie. He was the type that you would either love or hate, but hating him was no fun and so most times people just had to love him. He was 29yrs, average in height, slim, broad shoulders, and smooth face with two very mischievous admirable eyes. His eyes has a way of responding to the movement of his lips whenever he talked, always leaving observers wonder if both organs where directly connected. His face was usually a sight to behold whenever he smiled, because his eyes responds perfectly to this.
Frank was a happy jovial fellow, always in a lively mood and never angry. He was also naughty and loved mischievous adventures just as long as no one would get hurt. He was a problem maker and a problem solver with an insatiable desire for women and sex. Yet he believed he was capable of loving one girl. That girl had not come his way yet but until then, he wouldn’t relent in having as much fun as possible.

Since the younger female nurses had declared war on him, he decided to get friendly with the older and married nurses in the hospital. With that, he still had enough loving colleagues to work with.

“Naughty nurse,” one of the older nurses called him his usual nick name around the hospital premises. She liked him because he was a witty guy who always seemed to have answers to the most difficult problems about life. Frank had once helped her resolve a family issue she was having with her husband. She had heeded to his advice and today her family was very peaceful. “Doctor is not happy with you.”

“Good morning nurse Mandey, police arrested everyone in my compound…”

“Not me… keep your explanations for doctor; that is if he does not kill you before you start talking.” She said and began to walk away.

The hospital was rowdy and Frank couldn’t help but wonder what was happening.

Surprisingly and out of nowhere, Dr. Emeka appeared in front of him. Was he waiting to pounce on him? Frank thought. This time around, the doctor looked more serious than Frank had ever seen him.

Their eyes met and locked together causing the mischievous nurse to wish the ground would just open and swallow him up. There were three nurses behind him. Frank had slept with two of them. None where courageous to look at him, but he was sure they all wished the doctor would just sack him and get it over with. Did they really want him gone? Or was he just feeling guilty?

Frank was not sure he was capable of feeling guilty when it had to do with his adventures with women.

“Good morning sir, I am very sorry for coming late, honestly, the situation was beyond my control. I even tried calling the…”

“Oh just shut up and come with me.” Emeka barked and passed him by. “Do I look I have the time to listen to your flimsy excuses?”

Frank stopped talking and followed him, wondering what was really happening in his work place.

The good doctor stopped in front of the theater and turned around to face Frank. “It is high time for you to decide if you really want to continue working here or not and we will talk about that later. Meanwhile, I want you to go to Nurse Mandey and get from her the file containing all the information on the patient in room nine. You are going to be responsible for his well being for the whole week. Ensure you bath him and clean up all his mess. Now hurry up and get out of my face.”

“Yes sir.” Frank replied and winked at the third nurse whom he was yet to sleep with. She was looking at him with a smile which Frank couldn’t decide was wicked or friendly.

She responded with a scowl and he backed off and went searching for Nurse Mandey.

Who was the patient in room nine? He found himself asking as he walked away.

“Are you still working with us?” Nurse Mandey asked as he approached her.

Frank gave her a knowing smile, “Off course I am. But the doctor assigned me to take care of the patient in Room nine and I was asked to meet you for his file.”

I need to recover this file. PM me if u can, let's talk business