dodoatirice:
Shebi I’m always reading your content and always try to motivate you, and you’d be there acting like a snub. Like say you know see comments and mentions.

Huh?

dodoatirice:
Shebi I’m always reading your content and always try to motivate you, and you’d be there acting like a snub. Like say you know see comments and mentions.

Wait o. I know I replied u. And I never snubbed anyone. I always make sure I reply every comment when I come over here. Show me the comment u said I snubbed please.

dodoatirice
Abeg o, no spoil my name on this platform. Heaven knows I reply and leave no comment unattended... unless I didn't see it.

PraisesPblaze:
Where is my mat Lemme spread it here.

Oh, there's Praise own. Was saying I'd reply after class. Thanks dear. Hope your mat's all spread?

Then here's yours. dodoatirice

Chai, madam Fbi

This piece is interesting but short.
But no be famzing I’m enjoying it especially the fucki fucki part

dodoatirice:
Chai, madam Fbi

This piece is interesting but short.
But no be famzing I’m enjoying it especially the fucki fucki part

Lol. One reason I prefer writing short stories cx I lose motivation easily when writing novels.



...and thank you Now you see I didn't snub you.

Jaylynn:


Lol. One reason I prefer writing short stories cx I lose motivation easily when writing novels.

Look at it this way, it doesn’t matter if you tell your story to multitudes, one satisfied reader is worth more than millions of look and look and pass but eventually through consistency, your one satisfied reader would grow and there you have yourself a base of readers. Consistency is the key ajeh.

dodoatirice:


Look at it this way, it doesn’t matter if you tell your story to multitudes, one satisfied reader is worth more than millions of look and look and pass but eventually through consistency, your one satisfied reader would grow and there you have yourself a base of readers. Consistency is the key ajeh.

Wow. #Smiles You're right. Thank you so much

Jaylynn:


Wow. #Smiles You're right. Thank you so much

Oya do fast I’m waiting on the next update because oyinbo say (…..) never mind, oyinbo said something but i no remember.

dodoatirice:



Oya do fast I’m waiting on the next update because oyinbo say (…..) never mind, oyinbo said something but i no remember.

Lol. I might not update today sha. Exams call

Jaylynn:


Lol. I might not update today sha. Exams call

Ah okay and I’m following but just know i have an array of guest readers. More updates more shares

dodoatirice:


Ah okay and I’m following but just know i have an array of guest readers. More updates more shares

Hm?
An array?

Jaylynn:


Hm?
An array?

Yes people i know in realife that would read any sweet piece on this site

Sweet

That’s what I’m talking about!

Jaylynn:
Make I just drop this one kill una with suspense Not a a chapter ooo. Still under the last

[color=#006600]Arabel and Stanley started seeing each other more often. They spent most of the time together; half in school—and likewise going on dates. They made most of the time being together, making sure they never missed a day, until tragedy struck, and Arabel was forced to share the news.
“I’m pregnant,” she had planned not telling him yet, but found herself doing so.
“You’re what?”
She said again, “I’m pregnant,”
Stanley let go of her hand, remembering the many times they had had sex. “We-weeks—how many weeks?” he asked, shakily.
“A month,” Arabel replied. “I’d known about it for a while but didn’t want to say.”
Stanley’s jaw dropped. “A month?” he was shaken. “No, we can’t keep this baby,” he said in a serious tone. “We really can’t.”
Arabel was lost. “B-but why?” she could see the love in his eyes had disappeared. “Did you not think about this before…”
“We just can’t!” he didn’t let her finish. “Cause, Arabel, I’m betrothed.” he finally let out.

______

I’d thought he was cracking his usual jokes. Laughing stupidly and hitting his hand, I looked up at him, and said, “Oh, baby. You’re funny.”
He gave no smile.
“Oh, you’re serious?” I was feeling like I was going to faint, nauseous at the same time. Whoa—everything went blank.



~~

“You okay?”
I woke up to worried, familiar eyes, as I groaned, making to get up.
“Stay down, baby. I’ll call the doctor now.”
I realized it was mom.
Stanley must have brought me here—the realization of what had gone on struck me.
A doctor came in next, followed by my mom, then Sylvia, as I wondered what was wrong, seeing the expression on their faces.
“Why didn’t you tell us?” Mom infiltrated the silence. “You have to remove it.”
I was lost for words. “No.” I found my voice, feeling the pain of having to abort my own child. “No, mom. I won’t abort this child.”
“Do you see him here?”
Mom looked under the bed as Sylvia made to my side. “Arabel, you really have to listen to your mother,”
“Don’t touch me!” I remembered the awful way she treated me, looking up at her. “Oh, now you want to talk to me? Because I’m all miserable and stuck with a child the father doesn’t even want?”
“Ar…”
“No, leave me.” I wanted to leave that place but got stopped instead.
The doctor checked me, saying I needed to rest.
Wanting to remove the drip and be out in no time, I felt my stomach tighten, as the awful feeling held me down and I burst into tears, accepting the truth.

dodoatirice:
Sweet

That’s what I’m talking about!

Lol. Thank you.
I'm really grateful

dodoatirice:




Yes people i know in realife that would read any sweet piece on this site

Ah. Let them come ooo.

TEARS ✍

❣Chapter ✍ Eight ❣
❤✍{UNEDITED}✍❤

Liz, Stanley’s sister, the lady Arabel had mistaken for another, had come to beg her brother to push through with the wedding.
Stanley on his side wasn’t ready. He was confused on where his heart belonged. Was it with Helga? Or with the girl that was carrying his child?
He couldn’t bring himself to tell Liz what had transpired between them. He remained mute, asking instead why she chose to visit him.
“Wait what?” Liz was dumbfounded. “So I can’t visit my brother again?”
“Liz, why are you here exactly? I know you wouldn’t just come here unless—” he stopped and exhaled. “Did Helga send you?”
“She told me you two haven’t been talking,”
Stanley exhaled in a bid not to show his anger. “So she did?”
“S, why so stubborn? What has this girl done to you?”
“Look, Liz,” he said, not in the mood. “If we’re gonna talk about Helga right now you might as well leave.”
Liz gasped. “You don’t mean that?”
“Oh, I mean it just right!”
The blonde lady picked up her purse from beside. “You know, if Helga hadn’t told me anything I wouldn’t have come,”
“Well, you made the wrong choice coming,” Stanley said with shoulders shrugged. “And besides why do you care? This is my life… not yours!”
“This is for our family, Stanley! Our family!”
Stanley scoffed. “Family?” he knew how important family was to Liz. “So my happiness’ much less important?”
“Brother…”
“No! No, I really don’t get this stuff about family. We’re already rich. Dad’s got the company. Mom’s living well. Why do I still have to go on marrying some girl I do not even love?”
“There’s no such thing as love!” Liz shot, having failed twice.
“No, you’re wrong!” Stanley opposed. He knew how hurt she was when her first man left on their wedding day. Liz almost killed herself, he could recount. Telling her he didn’t want the wedding anymore… in front of everyone, left her broken to the extent she wanted to end it all. Then she met Walter, who ended up doing worse.
“Liz…”
“Stanley?”
Stanley chuckled a little. “Well,” he said, “I do appreciate the concern but this is my life. I can take good care of myself.”
Liz heaved a sigh and got up, having heard enough.

_____


Arabel stopped going to school and shut herself out from everyone. Her mother was getting really worried. She wouldn’t eat or a say a word, prompting her mom to call her dad in.
“I swear, Wilson, if you’re gonna try make her come out, I’d be really grateful,”
Wilson, Arabel’s dad, had long divorced her mom and gotten himself another woman. He was living in Flint while they were at Ann. Despite the kilometers, he came whenever his daughter was in need of him.
“Don’t worry, Fiz. I’ll do my best,” he assured.
Asking if she had tried talking to her, he stopped when he got to her room. “Princess?” he called.
Fiz followed and knocked. “Honey, please open the door. Your dad’s here.”
Arabel stood up with the little strength left in her and made to answer.
“Princess…”
She rushed into her father’s arms.
“Daddy,” she called. “Daddy, I’m sorry,” she sniffled in his arms, knowing she had failed him.
Fiz watched with emotions wanting to burst, as she sniffled unnoticed, letting the two talk, as she walked back to the living room.
She missed the times she and Wilson, along with their daughter, was a happy family; she couldn’t help but wish that things would go back to the way they used to be.

If you no post more today wetin you gain?

dodoatirice:
If you no post more today wetin you gain?

Oh, dear. Just decided to drop this one.

Jaylynn:



Oh, dear. Just decided to drop this one.

Oh dear please decide to drop another one

dodoatirice:


Oh dear please decide to drop another one

Lol. I will. Wish I could get more people like you

Chapter Nine

Fiz

I was happy about the new development. Wilson coming to help our daughter made things less strenuous and a bit better.
Even though years might had gone by Wilson was still the man I loved.
Things were complicated in our lives, making them not go well for us. I couldn’t help but let my tears out at the thoughts of the tiny memories that came crawling back. “Happy birthday, Fiz darling,” his voice echoed like it rang right there, prompting more tears to flow.
“Fiz…”
Turning at the voice, I couldn’t help with the racing emotions.
“Mom,” Arabel moved to my side. “Mom, what’s wrong?”
I hadn’t noticed her. Quickly wiping my tears off though it was late, I smiled faintly at her and caressed her hair. Having to think she’d be giving birth to her baby without a man by her side made me feel even worse.
I wanted the best for her. Always. And I was going to make sure that the best was all she and my grandbaby had.

Arabel

I was scared seeing mom cry like something had happened.
I was worried that I was the cause. Wanting her to talk, I asked if it was because of me but got a ‘no’ instead, getting a hand rub.
Feeling pleased and letting out a sigh, I walked to the refrigerator, getting out a milk bottle, finding my way back to them, as mom made to help me with a plate.
“Hungry for some cereals, huh?”
“You bet!” I laughed softly, getting the bottle open, as I poured its content out.
“Mrs Hawk—” Sylvia’s voice rolled in as I made the bottle stand. “Um, um, sorry am I…?”
“No, you’re not.” Mom replied in her gentle voice.
Dad’s face told that of surprise. Sylvia had gotten used to calling mom by his family name, and mom, too, had also kept the name for reasons I do not know.
“Hi Sylvia,” It felt awkward greeting her now we weren’t as close as before.
I worried more about my belly, taking the cereal pack by the corner, as I got to having lunch, having Sylvia keep me company while my parents left to talk.

TEARS ✍

Chapter ✍❣ Nine {CONTINUATION}❣


✍❤

“So… motherhood looks good on you…”
“Y-yes,” I said, mouthful. Why are you here? I threw her that look, not voicing my thoughts. “Mm, so hungry…”
“Has he come?”
“Who?”
“Your baby’s father?”
I retorted. “Just call him Stanley!”
She said with hands apart. “Alright!”
I went back to eating.
Ever since Stanley had told me the truth I’d hated him and wanted nothing to do with him.
Hearing Sylvia call him my baby’s father made me angrier; I wished my ears were made not to hear and my chest heaved at the thought as I lost appetite, not wanting to eat again. “Here.”
“Huh?”
“Yeah, drink it.” I got up from the chair and walked to the living room.
Wondering where mom and dad were, I sat on the sofa facing the television, as I got ahold of the remote.
Turning on the big screen, I got my legs placed one side as I made to focus, grinning at the thought of only me being in the living room, as the sound of the front door being opened alerted me, making me turn. “Mom?”
“Arry, someone’s here—” she didn’t complete before she let the door swing open to reveal the last person I wanted to see.
“What are you doing here?” I frowned, getting to my feet. “Have you come to mock me?”
Dad came in. “Just listen to him, Arabel.”
I huffed. “So what do you want to say?”
He replied, “Your parents and I already talked,”
I frowned again. “Are you kidding me? Who said that you could talk to them?”
He came closer. “Arabel, I really want to make amends…”
“Make amends? I thought you wanted nothing to do with me?”
He went on his knees and made to clasp my hand.
“Don’t!” I stopped him before he could.
Gritting, wondering what he wanted to do next, I arched my brows at him, moving backwards again, as I watched him reach for his breast pocket and pull out a ring. “I’ve been saving this for the right one, Arabella,” he called my name in full. The first he did.
“What are you doing?” I looked at him, then at my parents. “Mom. Dad?”
“Baby, just hear him out,” they pleaded.
“Well, I can’t!” I yelled at the top of my voice, enraged. “Just what do you take me for?” I looked at Stanley again. “Some girl you can get pregnant and go proposing to out of sheer pity?” I clenched my teeth at the thought.
“Arabel, to be frank,” he started. “I never meant to hurt you…”
“Well, you did!” I gritted again. “Does your fiancée know you’ve been…”
“Yes.” he stopped before I could say further.
“But this is wrong,”
“It’s not wrong, Arabel…”
“And why isn’t it?”
“Cause I love you!”
My brows shot up. “What? Oh, now you do?”
“Arabel, I’ve always had. I’ve loved you from the start. From the very beginning. You’d think it’s because of this baby that you’re carrying but it isn’t. You’re the one woman I can never do without, and spending the rest of my life with that one woman, would be the greatest thing ever… and the one thing that’d gladden my heart.”
I was lost for words, gaping at him. I couldn’t think of anything to say—could hear mom’s voice urging me to say ‘yes’.
“Say yes, Ar,” Sylvia’s voice clashed with mom’s.
“Say yes,” my mind urged me, too.
“Okay-okay. I’ll say.”
They all laughed as Stanley dragged his knees along. “Arabella,” he called. “Will you marry me?”
Everyone watched in awe as I couldn’t help but blush. “Yes—” I stopped and clicked my tongue. “Though it’s a pretty awkward way to propose,” my words made everyone laugh. “I’ll marry you.” I gave a soft laugh as I moved closer a bit to have him slip the ring without stress.
Getting married to the man I’d come to despise, was one I never imagined and thought would come true.
Though I was pleased my baby was going to have a father, part of me wished it didn’t happen so fast.

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[quote author=Jaylynn post=108294180]TEARS ✍

Chapter ✍❣ Nine {CONTINUATION}❣


✍❤

“So… motherhood looks good on you…”
“Y-yes,” I said, mouthful. Why are you here? I threw her that look, not voicing my thoughts. “Mm, so hungry…”
“Has he come?”
“Who?”
“Your baby’s father?”
I retorted. “Just call him Stanley!”
She said with hands apart. “Alright!”
I went back to eating.
Ever since Stanley had told me the truth I’d hated him and wanted nothing to do with him.
Hearing Sylvia call him my baby’s father made me angrier; I wished my ears were made not to hear and my chest heaved at the thought as I lost appetite, not wanting to eat again. “Here.”
“Huh?”
“Yeah, drink it.” I got up from the chair and walked to the living room.
Wondering where mom and dad were, I sat on the sofa facing the television, as I got ahold of the remote.
Turning on the big screen, I got my legs placed one side as I made to focus, grinning at the thought of only me being in the living room, as the sound of the front

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