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Why you dey shout my name like that


Will be back by midnight

When you turn winchy winchy

Winch well ooooo

A stingy man trynna get something from someone will always say "chop alone nd die alone"


let me go and call some people

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and my boss Greg42....

Come nd join me please... Crying "i don't wanna die alone"

Front page material... Congratulations safarigirl, welldone JJ

Safarigirl we made fp!

I'd like to know if stories shared here could be available in PDF format?
I don't enjoy reading via this platform.
Thanks!

JeffreyJamez:
Safarigirl we made fp!

thanks a lot for your efforts dear, I appreciate

And thanks Dominique

am here,caleb is here

Great Piece Milady! Eagerly waiting for the next update..

[quote author=nastynic post=52086177]Viktohmarkz Gideonmi nastyd iamloyalty rapheal5 phemocheee udensib nastynic lumzybo lionson joshuamoses101 princeelisma mujybee whizkidefe crystalzoe creeza moscow0147 dare2try girlhaley jagugu88li xamster ashatoda remiseyi alexblazzzer18 Tuhndhay horlorlardaey khd95 galacious1 drnoel JIYABOI mfujah bashorun1984 Midastouche01 kpagogin yemike raw68 oluwaemmanuel Afz9095 onexex MzzAmiable damkem820 damibiz Hundreddegrees chrisino5 supizino yemibams Mediator97 precial419 muhamad158 sparcoal johnnycife missmossy nollyway palmerberry pauljokotagba Viruslord judithume unclebob skillz121 alooya Viruslord odionsp yusufibrahim neondeeViktohmarkz Gideonmi nastyd iamloyalty rapheal5 phemocheee udensib nastynic lumzybo lionson joshuamoses101 princeelisma mujybee whizkidefe crystalzoe creeza moscow0147 dare2try girlhaley jagugu88li xamster ashatoda remiseyi alexblazzzer18 Tuhndhay horlorlardaey khd95 galacious1 drnoel JIYABOI mfujah tenks 4 d mention bt am nt a fan of non-human story

nastynic:

abeg try shift small u dey occupy too much space

Next update pliks! Safarigirl you are intensely hot, I mean, this novel is refreshing for my soul. I'm totally, deeply, madly enchanted. Feed me with more please...

Eeh nastynic, I dey forward. Make I buy land for these two always late friends you have. Tuhnday



Greg42

.....and then I started reading...

It just keeps getting better.. I.love.this

It just keeps getting better.. I.love.this

Good Morning People.....

****

“How many casualties?” The voice was dark and ominous, causing a shiver to run down the spine of the big man occupying the centre of a large hall. This wasn’t the sort of situation anyone in their right mind would envision himself in, it wasn’t a situation anyone would ever look forward to, but Gianni found himself in it nevertheless. Pain ripped through his bloodied body, the wounds he had gotten failing to heal as fast as he usually would, but he couldn’t get treatment at his return, no, this wasn’t a successful mission; there would be no drinking of wine or making toasts, there would be no feasts or willing women to sate his desires, he wouldn’t get such treatment, hell he would be lucky if he walked out of this hall with his head on his neck.

“Alpha, I…”

“How many?” the thunderous voice demanded.

“Four.”

The large black cloak that had become a signature outfit for the dark Alpha of their land moved swiftly as the man who struck fear in the hearts of all of his followers turned to finally rest dark grey eyes upon his beta, he woild haved made an otherwise handsome man, if his face wasn't in a permanent scowl “Four? So, you mean to tell me those dogs killed four of my men?” he growled

Gianni lowered his eyes to the floor, “Yes my Alpha.”

“And only you made it alive?”

“Ye…yes.”

“Which of his lackeys did he send?”

“It was Rinaldi.”

“Rinaldi Salvatore.” He sneered. Caleb was not so much his problem as Rinaldi, he wanted him dead like yesterday, but somehow, he never could kill that dog. He had tried over twenty years ago, he thought he had succeeded in wiping out the Salvatore pack. It had been a successful raid, they had taken them unawares, Rinaldi’s father had still been the Alpha, the younger Salvatore was second in line to be Alpha, his elder brother, Roberto, was being trained to take their father’s place and had a couple of more years till he took his position. Back then Rinaldi had been young, adventurous and highly uninterested in the responsibilities that came with being even a beta. It was the perfect set-up.

There was a score to settle between the Salvatore pack and the Soldado family, Alejandro’s father had been killed almost half a century earlier by the patriarch of the Salvatore pack, he had spent many years planning their end and when the day came, he had struck at midnight. They made short work of the thetas and omegas, the betas were a little more difficult to put down, but they had the element of surprise on their side. Alejandro had made it to the West Wing of the Salvatore house while the battle went on, by the time the Alpha realised what was going on, his eldest son was dead and he had a knife to his throat.

Rinaldi arrived the compound much later, just in time to see his dead family and pack members, Alejandro and two of his men were raiding the house for valuables when Rinaldi found them. The younger wolf had been slightly inebriated which explained why it was so easy to best him in the ensuing battle. Alejandro had left him barely alive with a gash on his neck, a wound fatal enough to kill any wolf…..how Rinaldi survived such an injury, Alejandro would never understand. It was only eight years ago he found that the second Salvatore son was meeting up with other Alphas in a bid to revive what was left of his pack.

Further investigation identified the Duncan pack as being responsible for Rinaldi’s renewed vigour, apparently Caleb Duncan had been riling up the otherwise dormant wolf to believe he was supposed to be an Alpha to a lost pack.

Alejandro found something new to occupy himself with. Ending Rinaldi Salvatore for good this time, and taking down the Duncan Pack with him….if only they weren’t so elusive.

The time spent with Caleb Duncan had sharpened Rinaldi, made him more aware. He was different, formidable even. Alejandro wasn’t used to formidable.

Three days ago, Trina, the witch with whom he had formed an alliance three decades ago had told him of the two sisters in Michigan who Caleb would need, she assured him if he had those girls, he would get Caleb’s attention, he had dispatched some of his men to Michigan to retrieve them. He just hadn’t figured his men would be a little too late.

He glared at the wolf who had brought him such terrible news. He was in no position to be losing men, he barely had enough as is having been declared an outcast by the council of North American Alphas, members of his pack were mostly fellow outcasts like himself, and they didn’t come along very often. He needed to keep his men safe and together, losing members didn’t bode well for him. His only hold over them was fear, they feared him, they wouldn’t dare to go against him, he was anything but a merciful leader, anyone who overstepped their boundaries would have a brutal end. It kept his men in line.

He approached Gianni slowly, “So, tell me, why did they spare your life?” he asked the trembling man. He looked in terrible shape, it was obvious he was supposed to serve as some kind of warning. It annoyed him that the Duncan pack had gotten so gutsy.

“I…I don’t know Alpha.” He replied.

“You don’t know?” he asked as he stopped in front of Gianni, he stared at the man, his mere presence reminding him of the men he had lost, he suddenly clasped his neck, “You don’t know?” he repeated the question, increasing the pressure on Gianni’s neck, he watched his eyes pop out as he struggled to get out of his grip

“P..please A…Alpha” he croaked, his hands scratching at the strong forearm

“How dare you return to me without your brothers? I should kill you.” He growled.

“P…please.” Gianni pleaded.

His grip tightened on his beta’s neck as he watched the life slowly seep out of his body, just as his eyes begun to roll back into his head, he threw his frail body to the ground. Gianni coughed violently, spurts of blood stained the tiled floor as he rubbed at his reddened neck. Alejandro continued to glare at the man, as much as it would gladden him to kill Gianni, he didn’t need more of his men dead. He needed as many of them alive as possible, and Gianni, despite this setback, was a valuable asset to him.

“Clean yourself up and report to me in an hour.” He ordered before walking out of the large hall, his cloak flowing behind him

“Thank you Alpha, thank you.” Gianni croaked.

Alejandro made his way to the upper room of his house, it was apparent he would be needing Trina’s help once again, this time, he hoped his actions would be timely

Oh my, this is getting more delicious could almost taste it. Nice one gurl

[color=#990000][/color]nice work dear I so much love the story more update pls

......and we have a Villain

I am always impressed...good work maam

Hv always loved supernatural fiction

ride on gal

u rock

nastynic:
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rapheal5 phemocheee udensib nastynic
lumzybo lionson joshuamoses101
princeelisma mujybee whizkidefe
crystalzoe creeza moscow0147 dare2try
girlhaley jagugu88li xamster ashatoda
remiseyi alexblazzzer18 Tuhndhay
horlorlardaey khd95 galacious1 drnoel
JIYABOI mfujah bashorun1984
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oluwaemmanuel Afz9095 onexex
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Hundreddegrees chrisino5 supizino
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sparcoal johnnycife missmossy nollyway
palmerberry pauljokotagba Viruslord
judithume unclebob skillz121 alooya
Viruslord odionsp yusufibrahim neondee

and my boss Greg42....


Come nd join me please...
Crying "i don't wanna die alone"

Oga Nastynic. Thanks for the mention...
Madam Safarigirl. You got an Intriguing piece here, keep it flowing ma

sorry for the delay people

****

The arrow zipped through the air and hit the target with a precision any veteran marksman would be envious of, splitting the last arrow to hit the bull’s-eye in two. It was a rare precision in these parts, or any at all in the entire country, it’s rarity made it only available to the sight of a few people once in a long while. Some treasures were shared with others, and others were to be enjoyed in the solitude of the one who possessed them.

This was one of those gifts that rarely left the secrets of the woods. It was shrouded brilliantly, even though in existence for almost two decades, only the forests witnessed those rare moments when focus met resilience and precision was born. For many years, only the forests had known, until recently when a few people were welcomed into the fold, but even they, seldom participated or witnessed the kind of peace only archery could bring to an otherwise troubled soul.

Roy slowly lowered his bow, his rough hands running over the equally rough wood of the weapon. One of his few treasured possessions, he had gotten it from the man who had taught him to shoot an arrow when he was in his later teenage years, Adahy had been just over fifty when Roy had first met the man shooting arrows, he was a Cherokee Indian, with an unmatched skill of the bow. It was during one of his many runs borne out of restlessness and boredom, he had just barely missed being shot by an arrow zipping through the air, his wolf had yelped at the near contact and scurried fearfully to hide behind a bush.

He had remained in the safety of that bush, waiting for the lurking danger to move away when the human had done something that greatly surprised him. He had approached the bush where he hid and moved the shrubs aside, he had a large smile on his face as he stooped down to look at the now curious wolf.

He ran his large hand over golden fur, “Hello young wolf, sorry to scare you, I was just practicing.” He spoke in a deep, soothing voice.

Roy’s wolf had been much too surprised by the man’s actions to attack, rather, it cocked its head to the side and watched the man. Humans were a rare find around these parts, there had been too many confrontations between straying humans and the wolves most of which ended in the death of the humans, hence, humans had long learnt to stay away. To actually find one here was a story to be told, and young Roy wondered at how much at ease the man seemed to be in his presence when his race usually cowered at the sight of a were.

The young wolf had spent a good time just watching the man in fascination as he worked with his bow and arrow in a way he had never seen. It would take seven more visits and a lot of coaxing before young Roy finally met with Adahy in his human form. From then on, he became not just an audience, but a willing participant in Adahy’s practice sessions. At first, he couldn’t quite grasp the technique involved in holding the bow and pulling the string far enough for the arrow to go a distance, but he dedicated so much of his time to trying to learn that he soon became a decent shot. He kept knowledge of Adahy to himself through his early twenties, enjoying his time with the older man more than he enjoyed time spent with his peers and fellow weres. Of course, more than once, pack members would question his whereabouts and even his parents had cause for concern at some point, but Roy was always cautious knowing if he exposed his human friend, the repercussions could be great. Adahy never seemed alarmed by him or the ways of the werewolves, hell, he acted like he was familiar with their kind. Roy never did ask him about the origin of his knowledge of the weres, there was so much wisdom from the man, he just assumed his knowledge came from reading.

Adahy died some thirty years after their first meeting, some days before his death, Roy had visited him in his small cottage where he conspicuously lived alone. He had handed him over his bow and the small carving knife he used to make his arrows. Roy had accepted his friend’s gifts and listened keenly to him for the rest of that night as he regaled him with even more tales of his adventures as a young man, it didn’t matter that his friend now repeated stories, they were no less interesting to Roy. Three days later, Roy had sent the old man’s burning remains floating off the river in his final tribute to him.

Coming out here to shoot arrows was a good way to remember his friend, it was the only time he could sit and imagine Adahy sitting next to him and explaining the intricacies of the bow and arrow, whenever he would set the pair against each other ,he could just make out the timber of his voice, telling him how to aim, correcting the position of his fingers, making jokes of how large his hands were as opposed to the size of the bow and Roy would smile to himself before letting the arrow loose.

Only Caleb and Rinaldi had been here, the former because Roy had brought him to his little sanctuary and the latter because he was too damn nosy for his own good, he almost shot an arrow through the Cuban were when he first invaded his privacy with his snooping. And the silly Rinaldi’s consequent yapping made him wish he had shot an arrow through him, nobody talked as much as Rinaldi when he was in his mood. He was best taken in doses as far as Roy was concerned.

He walked over to the tree where he marked his target and pulled out the good arrow, he would have to carve a few more before his next trip here. Thoughts of the next time he would visit his little hide-out brought up other thoughts- specifically those in relation to his mate.

He wondered if Rinaldi was successful in convincing the sisters to come with him, his friend did have the gift of the garb, but sometimes, that gift was a curse depending on who he was talking to. If his mate or her sister were anything like he was, Roy didn’t doubt Rinaldi would have a hell of a time getting them here. He wondered what his mate would look like in the flesh, if she was just as beautiful in person as her pictures promised. Would she look anything like her cousin did? He thought Caleb’s mate was quite attractive and wouldn’t mind if his mate took after her in build, he didn’t have much of a preference as far as women went…maybe he was just a little biased towards shorter, curvier women than Cassandra.

He wished he could see her in this moment. Caleb had been such a sourpuss before he met his mate, perhaps some of his antics had rubbed off on his friend because Roy figured he had been a cloud of gloom much longer than Caleb, in fact, there was a time Caleb was similar to Rinaldi in behaviour, when he was much younger, then he would tease Roy about the constant scowl on his face and how hard-headed he was. So, Roy was a bit surprised when his friend all but tumbled into the same brooding pit he had long made his home.

He was genuinely happy for Caleb, yes Cassandra was beinga bit difficult currently, but considering the circumstances that led her to this place that was expected, he admired Caleb’s patience with his mate, he doubted he would be this patient if his mate proved as difficult as her cousin, he had spent two hundred and two years of his existence waiting for her, he wouldn’t give her a moment’s respite when he finally had her to himself.

He pulled out the arrow and examined it, seeing that it was still in good shape, he slid it into the tin where he kept his arrows that was constantly strapped to his back. Sunset was fast approaching, he had left the compound since noon, Caleb had contacted him a couple of times through their telepathic bond to ask his whereabouts, he understood his friend needed his support, but being in the house today would have caused his agitation to skyrocket as he awaited the outcome of Rinaldi’s visit. He needed this, to just go out and be where he was free. Being in the house would have choked him up by now.

Roy.

He stiffened as he heard Caleb’s voice in his head. Every time Caleb contacted him, his heart rate accelerated with the thought that his mate had perhaps arrived.


Yes, Alpha

He replied through their bond.

Rinaldi just called me, they’re on their way

His immediate reaction was mild panic. He wanted to reach the house as soon as possible, he wanted to get the chance to at least have his bath and look good for his mate, Roy wasn’t one to dwell on things such as personal hygiene, but he didn’t know what she was like, maybe she was particular about such things. He needed to make a good first impression on her, he didn’t have the sugar-coated tongue like Rinaldi nor was he as patient and caring as Caleb, he was brash and uncoordinated in his actions, with time she would come to find that trait in him, he didn’t want her to add unhygienic to the many flaws she was sure to pick out. Yes, he had been told lots of times that one’s mate saw no faults in him, but there was nothing to substantiate such.

Thank you

He replied and then shut their link, he rid himself of his clothes, if he was going to get to the house on time, it certainly wouldn’t be in this fragile human form. He morphed into his wolf which was excited to be let out for the first time the entire day, and then he was off, whizzing through the trees and shrubs that served as his companions when he wanted no interaction, with the promise that the next time he visited them, he would have his mate by his side.

finally she updates and finally i come out of hiding

nice 1 miss safarigirl
i follow still

Update more nah

OlufemiWhit:
Update more nah

till tomorrow, make I catch sleep. busy day tomorrow

Nice updates

beautiful script it's killing to have to wait a mile and not a while please update o cos you just summoned a ghost with d sniffing of your wolfing story

Waiting Patiently... lovely Story

Safarigirl when u go update naa?. .

Wow! Way to go Safari girl.nyc piece,pls dnt kip us hungry 4 long

I want to apologize for the delay guys...the update is looking one kain in my eye, not feeling it yet.

It will come before weekend still, thanks for your patience