mofy1:
After killing lola abi. Anyways Victor dnt 4get that if dorothy comes out she will still make her promise come to reality or rather die in the process and once a cultist alwaz a cultist. I knw the drill

You Know d drill? Are you a..........??

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Vicoch:
@Aeontk why must you quote the whole stuff, did we tell you we didn't see the episode....:/ na wa oh

victvames:
[b]EPISODE 29

Mirabel spent the night with me to take care of me and the injuries I sustained from Marcus and his gang. But it didn’t stop me from going to school the following day.
After the incidence and the arrest of Marcus and his gang; everything started going smoothly and peacefully.
Ike did exactly what he said he’d do. He handed over his website’s ownership to me with every arrangement necessary. It’s a downloading site that has anything downloadable like Application softwares, games, Hollywood and Bollywood movies, Tv series, Wrestling WWE and TNA, football highlights and full match, music audios and videos, technology features and so much more. He taught me everything I needed to know on how to run the site. The site was extremely large. That was when I got to understand fully that success doesn’t come easily without working for it. I had conflicts with both my studies and the site that made every day a stressful one for me. There were already six people working at the site before I became the owner; I became the boss of six foreign people.
I started earning thousands of dollars (millions of naira) as time passed by. I opened three current accounts in three different banks. I still didn’t stop collecting money from my Parents because I don’t know how to tell them about my source of income
With the underground help from the first lady; Marcus got tried where he was found guilty and got convicted for attempted murder to serve 27 years jail term along with his gangs. The news got into the newspapers because his Father was a notable man in the society and a billionaire at such. The press met with him and questioned him on what he’d say about his son’s case that could ruin his reputation. He simply replied saying that he has no son. Then sources reached the media saying that he has long disowned Marcus as his son.
Sometime later, the meeting for my mother and Mirabel’s mother to meet were arranged and they eventually met in the house I was staying (I was staying there temporally, so I can’t call it my house). My Father was on a work trip when she came with a girl (Her house help) she was quite pretty and well statured. Mirabel’s mother – the first lady came a day after my momma’s arrival. Good compliments came from both ends after their meeting. Momma left a day after their meeting.


Day after day, my bank account kept growing big – odikwa large!
I pay my tithes and also keep 10% from my income for my personal use. I always buy gifts for my sister and my girlfriend and sometimes for my best friend Promise.
One certain day when I was in my best mood because of how happy I was; Vincent approached me requesting for my permission to date my sister Nancy. He caught me unaware seriously. I knew that my sister was matured enough already so I played cool and gentle.
Me: Well…You’ve been a nice guy since I know you and you’re Ok. You can talk to her first then face me if she’ll agree to date you
Vincent: Actually…it was her idea that I should ask for your permission
**Inside my mind I was like what?! Although I still remained cool but my facial expression changed instantly**
Me: That means she has agreed to date you? **controlling myself**
Vincent: Uhmmm…not fully bro, that’s why she told me to seek for your permission
Me: Ok listen up; she knows why she asked you to seek my permission. You can go ahead; she’s smart enough but if you lose your cool towards her? May God help us! She’s never had a boyfriend before which will make you her first. Don’t ever even think of seeing her unclothedness talk less of attempting to, because she won’t dare give in and you also shouldn’t even try it.
Vincent: Chill bro…why all this? I’m not s*x inclined please. I came from a Christian home and I was brought up to fear God. I’m not lusting after your sister bro! I fell in love with her because of the kind of person she is. She’s all I ever I dreamed of. She’s a virgin I know and so am I. I hope it doesn’t surprise you. My ex-girlfriend who was also a Christian and we fellowship together broke up with me because of s*x; she thought I was impotent. I don’t like girls that will allow a guy have s*x with her before marriage. Girls that have s*x disgusts me bro! That’s the first thing that got me attracted to your sister when I discovered how reserved and cool she is and how you’ve been protecting her as well. I won’t even kiss her because I’m made to understand that kissing before marriage isn’t right as well. I think you should know that too.
Me: I feel like I’m being blasted
Vincent: **Laughs out** Ahhh! Not like that bro; I’m only trying to defend myself and also present myself clean as well
Me: So…what do you want from my sister?
Vincent: Well…my real intention is to court her. She’s a nice girl and I wouldn’t want her to fall into the wrong hands in the near future by not presenting my intentions towards her from now. So…I’ll like to reserve her for myself before the bad guys come get her first for I wouldn’t want to miss the opportunity because girls like her are very rare.
Me: It’s okay….just trying to make things clear so there won’t be any mishap in the near future
Vincent: I understand; I will do the same for my sister
Me: Good thing we understand each other
Vincent: Absolutely!
Me: So you have a sister or sisters?
Vincent: Three sisters; two are out of the country
Me: And you protect the at home from guys?
Vincent: Not really, she’s a big girl; she can take care of herself and I trust her
Me: You both are very close?
Vincent: Not really but we share with each other
Me: You know if she has a boyfriend?
Vincent: Yea
Me: You seem not to worry about it
Vincent: You won’t be dating her in the first place if I should be over protective of my sister like you
Me: How do you mean?
Vincent: Mirabel is my kid sis bro
Me: What?! **Shocked and confused** how is that possible?
Vincent: Surprised? What an irony of life. The guy who disvirgined my sister is threatening me not to even see his sister’s unclothedness…catch you later bro **Walks away**
**I was like what?!**
I felt so ashamed of myself. But how come Mirabel never told me about this? I need some explanations
I dialed Mirabel’s line and she picked up
Mirabel: Hi love
Me: Hi…who is Vincent to you?
Mirabel: He told you?
Me: Please answer my question
Mirabel: He is my brother
Me: Why didn’t you tell me?!
Mirabel: Baby I will come over so we can talk about this; I didn’t know he’ll reveal it himself
Me: What are you talking about?
Mirabel: We’ll talk about this when I get there please dear
**I hung up**
I was too annoyed to hear another word from her
I think I owe Vincent an apology.
Me: Nancy! Nancy!!
Nancy: **From the background** Yes?!
She came to me in the parlor
Nancy: Yes?
Me: What do you know about Vincent?
Nancy: As in?
Me: Are you aware that he is Mirabel’s brother?
Nancy: What? I don’t understand…how?
Me: Meaning you don’t know?
Nancy: I don’t get it; he is Mirabel’s brother?
Me: He just told me that few minutes ago that Mirabel is his kid sis. I called Mirabel to inquire from her and she confirmed it
Nancy: Does that mean…he is the President’s son? **Surprised**
Me: Seriously…I’m confused. I can’t believe she hid this from me
Nancy: What do we do?
Me: Mirabel is coming over to explain
Nancy: If this is true **walking slowly around** then we’ll both be dating the President’s children; isn’t it cool?
I just looked at her not much surprised; of course she’ll love it.

TO BE CONTINUED[/b]

ozila:
[b]
chapter five
The next day i went to market and buy 2 sharps knives and one dagger i bought many other things i will need on our journey, i remain indoor till that thursday when its time for us to go, my mum gave me some money and i make sure she left for work before i started preparing, i wore black and black like Aziza and then i took one small bag and put one knife there and the other knife i insert it inside my boot, i put the dagger at my waist and cover it with another shirt, by eleven we are ready to go.
Azi: you look handsome.
Me: really, so you didnt notice it since?
Azi: i do but those clothes just make it perfect.
Me: you get mouth abeg stand up make we they go joor.
Azi: no shaking.
I put my bag for back and lock the door my neighbour saw me and ask if we are going to war, i have to lie that we have drama to practice in church before she let it go.
On our way.
Me: so which place do we follow to the underworld?
Azi: we aint going to the underworld just yet, we will follow same path you followed the other day.
Me: we aint going to the underworld so where are we going?
Azi: to Lizzy house.
Me: why?
Azi: we will wait there because we cant risk anybody seeing use when opening the portal to the underworld, so we have to wait till night.
Me: hmmm okay that would be more scaring.
Azi: if you are afraid of the dark how will you now fare in the underworld?
Me: dont judge me just yet am just saying.
Azi: i aint judging you am just telling you to buckle up because there are many scaring things there (she stop a bike and we enter).
Me: i have been there before so dont coach me.
Azi: am not coaching you.
Me: better.
The bike drop us at locust road and we have to start trekking to Lizzy house, last time i was there the house was down already (i mean rusting) this time i think the house would have decay already.
Me: how do you know her house?
Azi: hahahaha thats a rhetoritical question.
Me: what do you mean?
Azi: do you expect Lucy will just stay without knowing the whereabout of her younger sister?
Me: i dont know, she dont care about her why would she know?
Azi: she do care but she have many family to take care of and she have many responsibility.
Me: and so?
Azi: she dosnt need to look out for Luciana because Luciana is stronger than her.
Me: yeah i know that.
Azi: you know and you still asking?
Me: even if shes stronger than her at least, she should still care because shes the elder one.
Azi: oh well if you say so.
We reach the house and i was surprise to see that the house still look like how i left it the other day, i think say e go don decay now oh,
we enter inside the house and relax on the dirty chair waiting for night to come, Aziza took drink from the fridge wey nor they work and gave me cup and then she pour drink for me, we relax on the chair drinking champagne, afterall make the champagne no waste, in the afternoon when everywhere was hot, Aziza complain of heat and then she went to bathroom to bath, the pap no longer working so she took water from well and enter bathroom, from parlour i can hear her bathing after some time, she came to parlour wearing just towel with water drilling from her body, did i say she look like man before? Oh well this time i dont care.
I smile and remove my trouser quickly and then i pounce on her and took her to the bedroom, i lay her down why i pull down my boxer and with force i insert my dickson inside her wet pussy and started digging the well, i was using force to sexx her and then suddenly the door fling open from behind.
“so this is how you honour Lizzy’s memory”
i look back and guess who i saw.[/b]

SmartestPopQUEEN:
[size=35pt]*kwantinuation*[/size] [b]in st ßuhari's Tone...

When I see that we’re heading to the parking lot, I begin to worry that maybe Stephanie intends to get in her car and drive off.

When we get to her
vehicle, however, she unlocks the door, and
waits for me to get in the passenger seat. It isn't going to get much more private than this, right now.

"So start talking," she tells me, her voice stiff with emotion. Stephanie’s sitting with her hands in her lap, and staring into her steering wheel, as if it might impart some wisdom to her.

"Before that night in the freezer, I slept with Tina, from Professor Jane's class," I begin.

"But that was before we were together in the freezer. It doesn't count," she tells me stiffly.

"No, it doesn't, but it didn’t stop that night," I reply. "You already know about Stacy your sister, at the party. . ." I tell her everyone I’ve been with, holding nothing back, even telling her about Loveth, Alice, and Jane Janet.

She sits in silence, through it all, until I mention Vage.

"Wait, you want me to believe you’ve been with an alien? Do you think I'm stupid?" Her eyes flash angrily at me, but her tone is oddly soft, and sounds all the more dangerous for it.

"No, I think you are the Smartestpop of Geeky woman I know." I tell her carefully, but meaning every word. Well, at least the smartest in my age group and not in the world at large.

"Stephanie, I can prove it," her eyes lift
in disbelief.
"She gave me an ability that I think of
as switches or Triggers. Anything I can conceive of as a
switch, I can affect. I can also sense those
switches. That's how I’m always able to tell you apart from Stacy. I made a switch in you,
but not one in her. That's why you could never trick me, after the party."

"You made a switch in me?" she asks, obviously not believing me. "And what does it do, make me fall stupidly in love with you?" The bitter quality to her tone feels like a knife digging into my chest,
but at least she’s listening.

"No. I think of it as a 'happy' switch. If I move it,
you’ll feel happier," I tell her, while looking
shamefully at my hands.

"So why don't you move it now, and just make me happy? Come on. I'm tired of feeling angry, and hurt, and sad, and betrayed. If you really
have this ability, make me happy," she demands of me, but I’m not going to cheat at this. Her emotion is genuine, and I don’t care to create fake
feelings in her.

"I won't manipulate you like that. I’ve never used that switch, other than to sense whether I’m
dealing with you, or Stacy. I can still prove
it, though," I hurriedly tell her, as I sense her
anger rising.

I think for only a split second, and her car starts up. It’s too easy for me to do it, as I've been starting cars since practically the first day.

Stephanie jumps when her car starts, and she digs the keys out of her pocket. She looks from her steering wheel, to her keys, and back to me for a few seconds, before she can gather enough words to speak.

"That’s a fluke. Some trick you're playing on me. Did you install one of those automatic starters
when I wasn’t paying attention?" I know she is just trying to rationalize everything.

I shake my head, and just for theatrics, snap my fingers and turn her car off. Her eyes grow wide, and I know I have her complete attention now.

"Okay, so you have some strange power. I still say you should prove it by making me happy,"
she says, obviously still upset with me.

"I don't want to manipulate you," I try explaining to her again, but she won’t have it. Sighing with
resignation, I start to push against her 'happy'
switch. It takes some serious effort to move it. I think it’s because she’s primed against it. The simple fact that it moves at all, shows how much I’ve grown in power over the last few weeks.

Once it starts to move, however, I notice an
immediate change in her demeanor, and it
becomes easier and easier to move. "See," I tell her, once I have it all the way on,

"You're happy
now. Satisfied?"

"Oh my. . . I. . .I can't believe it. I AM happy. I was so angry a moment ago, but you really can do it!" she nearly titters.

Not feeling comfortable with myself, or what I've
done, I start to move the switch back off, but she stops me, sensing what I’m doing.

"Don't you dare take this away! Okay, you want me to believe, I believe. Just don't take this away. You're
better than an anti-depressant." She looks at me with a slight smile on her lips, but it slowly straightens out on its own.
"You still cheated on
me though. . ." Feeling sick and disgusted, the words are out of
my mouth before I can stop them.

"I didn’t cheat, because we weren't officially together...." I take a pause when i felt a little drop on her 'happy' switch.


T.b.c.[/b]

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