she remembered the day she died.

nobody was home.
it was a Sunday.

her adopted mother was sick, she has been sick for a while.

the other kids have gone to church.

she wasn't allowed to go to church.

going to church was a privilege.

a luxury.

she was washing when her adopted father entered.
she greeted him and he pushed her aside.

he was furious as usual.

he was drunk.

she had a premonition..

she heard her dad shouting at his sick wife.
then she had a shout.

a scream.

another scream.

and silence.

her body began to shake.

she rushed into the room and saw her mum sprawled on the ground.

her father was by her side.

she knelt down and hug her mum. the good woman.

she tried to revive her.

but she knew that her adopted mother was gone.

she can never forget the look on her mother's face..she wanted


Revenge.

wow. definitely one of d best lit on NL so far

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mizquote:
your comments will be appreciated.
what do you think about the story.

any criticism?

the story will be so long,because this is just the beginning.

if you want your name to be used for subsequent characters.

kindly drop them. names not monikers.

Beautiful story, it's has an hero, then you can use my name for that character. Ehi Daniel

godwinfriz

Ayodeji

Roseline. Nice story

this is the most interesting story I have ever read online. please update. accept my name, Odutolu Timothy as a sub character

after her adopted mother death. her travails doubled.
they was no one to standup for her, no one to give her a listening ear.


her father grew worst. his drinking session became worst. he transferred aggression to her.

she became suicidal, she thought of death everyday, the peace and tranquility it will bring.

she prayed daily for death, she wanted so badly to sleep and never wake up, to be knocked by a lorry or a truck, she wanted it to crush her giving her no chance of survival.

she was used to pain, when her father beats her she felt no pain. she wanted to die.

until she noticed someone was p
beginning to pay attention to her.

Timothy. the first son of her mother.

after her adopted mother death. her travails doubled.
there was no one to standup for her, no one to give her a listening ear.


her father grew worst. his drinking session became worst. he transferred aggression to her.

she became suicidal, she thought of death everyday, the peace and tranquility it will bring.

she prayed daily for death, she wanted so badly to sleep and never wake up, to be knocked by a lorry or a truck, she wanted it to crush her giving her no chance of survival.

she was used to pain, when her father beats her she felt no pain. she wanted to die.

until she noticed someone was p
beginning to pay attention to her.

Timothy. the first son of her mother.

at first, she didnt think much of it when he offered to help her carry the jerry cans of water.

she thanked him profusely, she wasn't use to such gesture.

she remembered he was one of her siblings that hated her the most. she was happy that God has seen her suffering and decided to lessen her pain.

she was eternally grateful beyond words when he stood up for her against his sister Roseline.

but she never knew Timothy had an evil agenda.
if only she fore saw it.

I love this story,so it will be a pleasure using my name... #Esther..

how will she ever forget that fateful day?

it was on the 22nd of march, the day the deed happened.

she was done with the house chores, she had earlier washed Daniel clothes and ran errands for Esther's boyfriend (ayo).

it was around pass twelve midnight when she retired to sleep in her room.

its not actually her room but there room, it was the mud kitchen, she shared it with lizards, crickets and chickens.

she was used to that type of life.

she laid on the mat.
and brought out her Bible, it was the only valuable thing she had.

it was a gift from her mother.
the woman whom she loved.
the woman who was killed.

she read the book of Job. it comforted her

she won't give up on life.

not easily not without a fight.

she slept .
until something happened.
something despicable.

she was dreaming.
until she noticed something.

it wasn't happening in her dream.
it was happening to her.. in reality.

it was happening under her skirt.
in her pant.

she was confused.
she was scared.

she opened her eyes. she saw her saviour
her friend and comforter.

unfortunately he wasn't any of those, he was a devil like his father.

he was Timothy.

fine writing

mizquote:
after her adopted mother death. her travails doubled.
they was no one to standup for her, no one to give her a listening ear.


her father grew worst. his drinking session became worst. he transferred aggression to her.

she became suicidal, she thought of death everyday, the peace and tranquility it will bring.

she prayed daily for death, she wanted so badly to sleep and never wake up, to be knocked by a lorry or a truck, she wanted it to crush her giving her no chance of survival.

she was used to pain, when her father beats her she felt no pain. she wanted to die.

until she noticed someone was p
beginning to pay attention to her.

Timothy. the first son of her mother.

mzquote abeg am a nice man in reality oo. please portray me as a nice guy, not a rapist oo

mizquote:
after her adopted mother death. her travails doubled.
they was no one to standup for her, no one to give her a listening ear.


her father grew worst. his drinking session became worst. he transferred aggression to her.

she became suicidal, she thought of death everyday, the peace and tranquility it will bring.

she prayed daily for death, she wanted so badly to sleep and never wake up, to be knocked by a lorry or a truck, she wanted it to crush her giving her no chance of survival.

she was used to pain, when her father beats her she felt no pain. she wanted to die.

until she noticed someone was p
beginning to pay attention to her.

Timothy. the first son of her mother.

mzquote abeg am a nice man in reality oo. please portray me as a nice guy, not a rapist oo

mizquote:
how will she ever forget that fateful day?

it was on the 22nd of march, the day the deed happened.

she was done with the house chores, she had earlier washed Daniel clothes and ran errands for Esther's boyfriend (ayo).

it was around pass twelve midnight when she retired to sleep in her room.

its not actually her room but there room, it was the mud kitchen, she shared it with lizards, crickets and chickens.

she was used to that type of life.

so this is the agenda you have. spoiling my dear name and even using my birthday. anyways go on let me see. #StartsGyming

Aww such a touching story, you are doing a wonderful job mizquote. Keep it coming.

his fingers where in-between her legs, he was digging further.

she was In pain.

she made to shout but he gave her the scariest look, with his blood shot eyes.

this wasn't Timothy, this is an epitome of the devil.
she was so scared.

she had goose bumps on her body, the room suddenly became cold. she was cold.

he placed his fingers on his lips,signaling her to keep shut not to make a noise.

she knew exactly what he wanted.
she had no strength to fight.

she laid back on the mat and shut her eyes.
he was on her.
he smelt of alcohol.
he grabbed her tiny breast. sucked on it.
he sucked so hard she thought she would bled.

he kissed her shut lips, he didn't care.
no one does.
when its about her.

he parted her legs.
unzipped and brought his pe.nis, he forcefully inserted it.

he torn into her with relish.
she bled.
her soul bled.
her spirit bled.

the pain was unbearable.
like a hot iron in butter.

she didn't cry.
she didn't shed a tear.

he came on her. disgracefully.
she was humiliated.
poor child.

she shut her eyes.
and imagine him dead. killed by her.
on this day.

A BLACK FRIDAY.
she was raped an disvirgined.

she was only fifteen.

what do u guys think?
is there anything missing?

if the readership is low.

I might be forced to stop updating.

mizquote:
your comments will be appreciated.
what do you think about the story.

any criticism?

the story will be so long,because this is just the beginning.

if you want your name to be used for subsequent characters.

kindly drop them. names not monikers.

Is it just me or is this story so disjointed?
From herself to her mum, then to her neighbours, to and fro, without actually finishing any one.

mizquote:
his fingers where in-between her legs, he was digging further.

she was In pain.

she made to shout but he gave her the scariest look, with his blood shot eyes.

this wasn't Timothy, this is an epitome of the devil.
she was so scared.

she had goose bumps on her body, the room suddenly became cold. she was cold.

he placed his fingers on his lips,signaling her to keep shut not to make a noise.

she knew exactly what he wanted.
she had no strength to fight.

she laid back on the mat and shut her eyes.
he was on her.
he smelt of alcohol.
he grabbed her tiny breast. sucked on it.
he sucked so hard she thought she would bled.

he kissed her shut lips, he didn't care.
no one does.
when its about her.

he parted her legs.
unzipped and brought his pe.nis, he forcefully inserted it.

he torn into her with relish.
she bled.
her soul bled.
her spirit bled.

the pain was unbearable.
like a hot iron in butter.

she didn't cry.
she didn't shed a tear.

he came on her. disgracefully.
she was humiliated.
poor child.

she shut her eyes.
and imagine him dead. killed by her.
on this day.

A BLACK FRIDAY.
she was raped an disvirgined.

she was only fifteen.

U really need to have ur work edited

Nice story ma'am

Ur story brought me outta ghost[s][/s]mode!!!!!It's really touching......More power to ur elbow [color=#000099][/color]

nice piece u have got.. here use my name will u? KINGSLEY AKA CHULE .. I WIL GO AHEAD TO CRAB A COFFEE WHILE U UPDATE US.

mizquote:
if the readership is low.
I might be forced to stop updating.

stop na.. story was fluid anyway, smooth read all tru

mizquote:
your comments will be appreciated.
what do you think about the story.

any criticism?

the story will be so long,because this is just the beginning.

if you want your name to be used for subsequent characters.

kindly drop them. names not monikers.

I'm Durokifa Tobiloba! I can't wait 2 see my name! Ride On Pls!

mizquote:
what do u guys think? is there anything missing?

yea. that name doesn't befit a devilish character

mizquote:
if the readership is low.
I might be forced to stop updating.

continue. we are all following

Macmilla:

Is it just me or is this story so disjointed?
From herself to her mum, then to her neighbours, to and fro, without actually finishing any one.

It's just you.