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This story is entirely fiction. The names, characters and incidents potrayed in it are the work of the author imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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Typicool8:
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pls grab ur popcorn because the story start now.

CHARTER 1
MY BIRTH.

I was born with a silver spoon my birth was like every other birth, like hundreds born the same day all over the world, except that i was born deformed;
My name is pearl i am from Akwa-Ibom statei was born in the United States of America (U.S.A) Dallas, Texas.
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I was born deformed i had no nose, no upper lip, no roof in my mouth. This is what is called a severe hair-lip with a cleft palate. My mother wanted to see me right away as soon as i was born, and to her i was a beautiful baby, even with the deformities. Her first question was "can she be fixed?".
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My mother and my father flew back to Nigeria after given birth to me, with the deformities, iwas avoided by many people even as a baby, people hated to see me with their children even as a baby, but my mother was not the type to give up at that time my father had some financial circumstances but my father raised some money and he, my mother and i flew back to Dallas, Texas in the (U.S.A).

Cont.
When we got to Dallas we were still having some financial challenges.
My mother took me back to the hospital i was given birth in.
It so happened in that same hospital there was a nurse called Helen. She had assisted at my birth. Helen knew my mother circumstances and at that time my mother and father's marriage was a very shaky one, my father was a drunkard who believed he was God's gift to women. He mistreated my mother very badly.
Helen also knew of my father attitude of hatred. Helen wasn't an ordinary nurse, she was also a powerful witch and a member of what has become one of the most powerful but little known cults in our country today. This cult call themselves the "Brotherhood" and is a satan worshipping cult. Helen was, at that time, what is known within the cult as a "contact person". Her contact with my mother was to affect the rest of my entire life.
That day my mother took me to the hospital Helen approached my mother with a proposition.
T.B.C

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CHAPRTER 1
EPISODE 1
Short update.
That day my mother took me to the hospital Helen approached my mother with a proposition. If my mother would give Helen permissio to take a very small amount of my blood, she and her "friends" would provide a way to get finances and help to obtain the best medical and medical care for me.
My mother could not understand why Helen would do all this in return for seemingly so small a thing. She could never seem to grasp the meaning of what Helen explained to her. But, as there seemed to be no other source of help, and as Helen reapeatedly reassured her she would not harm me, my mother finally agreed to the proposition.
What Helen did not explain to my mother was that my blood was, for an impotant "sale".

T.B.C.


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Damslposh, bukolaberry, hfinest, dodoatirice, king og, kingkali, Typicool8 nd others that i didn't mention ur names don't be angry. I might still mention some names in the afternoon. I still dey go school.

Johnny234:
Damslposh, bukolaberry, hfinest, dodoatirice, king og, kingkali, Typicool8 nd others that i didn't mention ur names don't be angry. I might still mention some names in the afternoon. I still dey go school.

Thanks for the mention.

Bukolaberry:
Thanks for the mention.

Its a pleasure i'm a new writer on nairaland updating soon.

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Updating soon

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CHAPRTER 1
EPISODE 2.
The small container of blood taken from me was given to another woman called Peace. Peace was what is known as a high priestess she was also in the satanist cult. The selling of my blood was to give Peace more power, more activity and a higher position within the cult. Helen too obtained more power through this transaction.
The blood was taken by Helen and given to Peace. Peace then drank my blood during a ceremony which gave both Satan and Peace possession of me, and opened me up as a home for many demons from that moment on. Peace, at satan's direction, sent many specific spirits into me which would mold and shape my life and personality and future.
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During that time the money my father manage to gather he used it to fly back to Nigeria after a fight with my mum leaving both me and my mum in the United states.

CHAPTER 1
EPISODE 3.
My mother was not a Christian, neither did she know that what she did would make me a marked person, carefully by Satanist, and would later in my life , result in my own involvement in the cult.
Satan now had a prized possession. A new born baby where demons and spirits could have a home and could grow and become powerful and agile in my life. As I became more aware and aware of myself, even in my younger days, i knew something different and special was going on within me, but didn't know what it was.
Two months after my birth, my mother was approached and told that she could take me to a children's hospital at a nearby large medical center. There i would have a number of surgeries, very many. As a matter of fact it took sixteen years of plastic surgery to build a face for me. I also had to have long hours of speech and hearing therapy, dental work, everything. This was the beginning of many years in pain, loneliness, and rejection, pain because of plastic surgery burns with agonizing pain during the days of healing and after the surgery. Loneliness because i was not like the other children. Rejection because of their reaction to my disfigurement. I had a very few friends. I became very rough and a fighter. I learned to fight and fight very well in order to be able to stand up for myself.
The children at school seemed to enjoy prodding me and poking me and making fun of me until I could hardly stand it anymore. We moved from school to school, my mother thought it would help if i never had to face the same group of school children a second year. But i did face the same children again and again. Evey school children was the same, the reaction were the same nothing changed, years after agonizing years.
My mother was not a Christian but she didn't deny me the right to go to church but she did not go. I finally did join a youth group at a church it was quite an active group in a Pentecostal Church. I was sixteen years old by then and was accepted by the church youth group because i could sing, and play the guitar and drums. I had many talents in the musical field. It was a rather happy time for me for a short while.
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CHAPTER 1
EPISODE 4.

As I grew up I found that I had unexplainable
powers and I didn't know what to do with them, or what they were, or where they came from. Some people told me I had special "gifts". I have an aunt who is deep into whichcraft and spiritism. She use to have all of us kids to show us occult "games". I always had far superior abilities with the ouiji board, tarot cards, etc. As I reached my teens I realized that I had a fast growing ability to influence others, to make them do as I wanted. I had unusual physical strength as well.
I remember that in my past years of high school I was approached by a lesbian girl who tried to pull some of her tricks on me after gym class one day. I went into an uncontrollable rage and nearly drowned her in a toilet. She was much bigger than i, but i would have killed her had no several adults intervened.
I remained in the same school throughout high school. The kids there made fun of me too. The worst thing in the world at that age is to have your own peers abuse you and make fun of you. I reached the point where i couldn't cope with it anymore. When I was in the 12th grade, I was walking down the hall one day when the leading player of the football team called out "Look at that ugly hair-lip". I remember dropping my books and running towards him. The next thing I remember is five teacher pulling me off him. I had nearly beaten him to death. I had broken his nose �, jaw and a number of bones in his face. I had unnatural strength. That boy weighed two hundred pounds and I weighed ninty-eight pounds at the time. I didn't have a single bruise from the fight even on my fists.
This power seemed ominous to me and yet I enjoyed it. It was the only way I could get a little peace. No one could push me around. I look back on it with heart break now, but at the time it seemed worth it just to have a little peace. But all peace, i was soon going to find out, was going to be obliterated by a lie from Satan that I would regret for a long, long time and still do. I am thankful that JESUS loved me all that time, although I did not realize it then. I loved the power that I had. I didn't know where it was coming from, but I wanted to find where to get more of it. That is when I met a friend named Sandy in my youth group at church. She also attended the same high school as I. Sandy was seventeen and so was i. Sandy was a "recruiter" for the Satanist cult and led me into the next step in Satan's plan for my life

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Interesting. Pls continue

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CHAPTER 2
EPISODE 1.
ENTERING THE BROTHERHOOD.
Sandy became a friend of mine, about the only friend i had. I met her at the church in the youth group i mentioned earlier. I didn't go to church to hear about the lord, i went to get involved with the other kids. Sandy and i worked together on various youth programs in the church and at high school wa also chummed around, studied together, and went out for coke.
Sandy was a pretty girl. She was richer than i was, very well dressed and very popular. She didn't seem to let that bother her too much where i was concerned. I thought she was my friend more out of pity than anything, but that was because i didn't know she was a recruiter for the Brotherhood. Shortly after the incident with the football player, sandy mentioned to me that she noticed that i had a special power that few others had. She said she knew where i could learn to have more of that same power.
She also said "Hey listen i know you are lonely and down, and i think i have something to help you

nnamdiosu:
Chai human beings.

This guy, you are the worst copy copy I have ever seen in my life. Like I had to laugh so many times before posting this comment. Lol.

You went too copy Rebecca brown's book, Titled "He came to set the captives free"

Then you started adding Nigeria to make it look real. Lol.
The energy you used to copy, paste here, change things, is enough to think of your own story.

It is a rewrite na

nnamdiosu:


1. There is nothing like a rewrite. It's someone story. You didn't attribute the story to her. You even said all rights reserved

2. You said it was a work of fiction, meanwhile the person said it'd a true story. You don't rewrite someone book.

I advise you take it down.
Else, when you finally write your own story, people will also think it'd a 'rewtite' and belongs to someone else.

Let's do the right thing.
Thanks

Ok i really thank u for ur advise, i will take it down and close the thread.

Johnny234:
Ok i really thank u for ur advise, i will take it down and close the thread.

Thank you for being humble enough to listen and accept the advise.
That alone will make you go far in life.

I'll retract my earlier post.
Wish you all the best.in your.writimg career. May God bless.it for.you. amen.

Peace bro

nnamdiosu:

Thank you for being humble enough to listen and accept the advise. That alone will make you go far in life.
I'll retract my earlier post. Wish you all the best.in your.writimg career. May God bless.it for.you. amen.
Peace bro

Thanks bro, God bless u for me.