Oya babe do quick i̶̲̥̅̊ nor fit wait abeg do am sharp sharp!!!!

Continuation...
he mumbled an unknown words within his breath as he stared at the rare mirror to take a
clear view of Dillish's body.
He could feel the animalistic nature in him arouse.
he smiled and choke his legs.
now fully focusing his attention
at the rare mirror.
The three dimensions of his humanity
dispersed.
His spirit and soul were on Dillish's unclad body,
While his body were partially focused
on the driving.
he smiled again and again,
a devilish smile.
That was the sign of a mission accomplished.
Dillish would serve as an object of celebration.
even Akboze who had been salivating at the sight of the two ripped oranges
and two ripped yellow pawpaw fruits
right beside him, knew it.
The three were one,
like the trinity.
They had earlier taken a blood pact.
Slashing their right wrist, and drinking each other's
Blood.
That had bind them together and resisted
any form of betrayal amongst them in all
their past executed missions.
All their past missions were accomplished together.
All their secrets embedded within them by a bloody pact.
One would not let the others out of a plan.
Their feelings were like a thick blood that flows from one ocean to the other.
Once one feels an urge,
like an electric current flowing through a conductor,
the others gets the same urge, and that was the case now.
Even the bed warfar were fought by the three.
they all anticipated for a s*x filled night.

***
Thud!
Dillish climbed down from an opening on the ceiling of one of the lavatories in the
main hall of Dallas paradise.
She fell and stood still on the floor,
despite the six inches high heeled shoes and
the tight hot mini gown she wore.
She went to the door of the lavatory room and
turned the door knob.
Unfortunately, it was locked.
she looked around to know if she could find a hammer or any metal,
but the lavatory room seemed bare.
she could only find a mop, a broom and some toiletries.
Of what use would those be to her?,
she hissed.
her melancholy temperament bulged out.
she felt sadness and anger at same time.
She looked around once more, no metal seemed to appear.
Her anger increased.
She looked at the opening through which she came in.
should she go back?,
Hell no!.
She had never given up on issues like this before, and this
would not be the time to give up,
not to think of the risk she took when she was climbing the roof self-handedly without a ladder.
What would she tell killer?
He must be disappointed to hear that she could not open a common door.
Her face hardened,
changing from yellow to pink and from
pink to red.
Anger soared her heart like a bitter lemon.
She would descend all her anger on the first person she would see if she finally opens
the lavatory door.
To be continued....

Nice one sister!




i̶̲̥̅̊ can't wait for the next update

NOTE: the just concluded update has been modified

This may be the worst update I hv ever had because I wrote it in bitterness..someone so special just annoyed.
I would hv updated more but I couldn't bear it any longer.
So please take the update as u see it..but that doesn't mean u should not correct or criticise, cuz that's what keeps me moving.
I love u all,
Gudnyt and sweet dreams.

treasuregr8:
This may be the worst update I hv ever had because I wrote it in bitterness..someone so special just annoyed.
I would hv updated more but I couldn't bear it any longer.
So please take the update as u see it..but that doesn't mean u should not correct or criticise, cuz that's what keeps me moving.
I love u all,
Gudnyt and sweet dreams.

Sorry dear..


Whatever the condition maybe just stay calm.

Dopeyomi:





Sorry dear..


Whatever the condition maybe just stay calm.

Tnx yomi

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D9ty7:
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Oga what's the blank comment na

Ok... Nice lines... Needs to look more tougher though.. It's a crime story... Tough humour, tough lead roles, little bit of Wiredness, tension, and anticipation.... Remember, it's a crime story...


Big UPs though, don't think I would ever be able to do this (write stories) it's very draining.. Thumbs up..


If you can, read up MR THREE by WILLIAM BUTLER...

Adedayo516:
Ok... Nice lines... Needs to look more tougher though.. It's a crime story... Tough humour, tough lead roles, little bit of Wiredness, tension, and anticipation.... Remember, it's a crime story...


Big UPs though, don't think I would ever be able to do this (write stories) it's very draining.. Thumbs up..


If you can, read up MR THREE by WILLIAM BUTLER...

Noted. Tnx dear

Nxt update coming up tomorrow...so tired

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we ar waitin ma

"congratulations on the award, sir Royco adebola yussuf"
Mr R**** said with a smile,
stretching out his hands to Royco.
they shoke hands.
"and to you Mr and Mrs yussuf,
you really have a great son.." he said as he turned to royco's parents.
The ceremony had just begun.
there were round tables with
assorted expensive wines.
all the guest were of Important
personalities,
ranging from the US representatives,
high force officials, to the least of their securities.
"Honorable Royco yussuf, I must commend you on your efforts in curbing illegality in
the maritime.
It is an indication of the navy resolve
to painstakingly...."
"ahaa..do u mind my chiling out with you?"
He asked off- mindedly,
taking a sip of the wine and sitting on a reserved seat almost at same time.
"not at all"
Mr yussuf who seems to be the mouth piece of his son said sharply.
"....you know" he continued.
"it is an indication that the navy resolve
to painstakingly fight this menace of oil
theft to a logical conclusion.."
mouth wagged like an electric machine.
Royco who seemed to be flattered kept smiling as if that was already enough
to be a response.
"oh yes! And that is why she needs men of intergrity to stop this oil theft in the country.
And you know?..
I want my son to come down to Nigeria and apply this strategy of curbing oil theft"
He said with egoism,
his wrinkled shoulders almost
touching the top of the roof.
"I seeeeee" Mr R**** echoed,
nodding his head
like an agama lizard.


She drew out her hair pin,
The small like-kantana weapon.
"ya.." she murmed, slotting it into the key hole.
she turned It and drew it back a bit.
turned the door knob and pushed.
No success.
She could hear the sound of a footstep coming near the door.
She hide against the wall, by
the side of the door,
seizing her breath.

I've got a low battery, still typing tho but will update when I charge my phone a bit

treasuregr8:
I've got a low battery, still typing tho but will update when I charge my phone a bit

stil folowing

Onemansquad:

stil folowing

I sight u jare.

The last update has been modified.
For the ghost readers who reads without leaving a single comment..hmmm derisgod o. Remember your comments are my fuel.
Next update coming up by 9PM

Just arrived. Find me a seat at the front if you dot want trouble. <went out to buy two cups of garri,chilled can water,honey and a chilled lacasera>.brings out my plate from my bag with plenty spoons.

Nice..




Next update pls!

Thank God I'm back

i'm back. typing

treasuregr8:
i'm back. typing

We are patiently waiting ma'Am..



#its been a while..

an old waiter with grey hairs all over the body, older enough to be one's great grand father opened the door of the lavatory and made for the toilet to empty his bowel.
dillish still still against the wall, made a little silent shift as the old man gently pulled the door knob after unlocking the key.
like a speed of a light, she raised her left foot and forcefully hit the door against the man.
"ahssssh!", the poor man groaned and fell unto the floor, blood gushed out of his nostrils.
she dragged him to the left side of the room, shoved hi
m into a cupboad parked with toileteries and locked it up.
akboze took the left direction and made for the door at theback of the hall
killer moved straight to themain entrnce of the hall.
"can i have a dead row?" he said gently with his deep menacing voice as he stood at the back of the two security men with riffle guns, standing at each side of the door
the men turned simulteaneously, before they could say a word, killer had already grabbed their heada and jammed
them together.
they fell.
he picked up the one more closer to the door by the colar, grabbed his righr hand and with his thumb, he pressed open the door through a grern button.
the two men were still unconscious.
he made the one he held stand against the wall with his right leg streaching a bit forward.
he raised his hand in such a way that it holds the door knob, he lit a cigratte and stuffed it into his mouth.
then he wrote boldly on a paper 'SECURITY CHECK, PLEASE HOLD ON!' and pasted it on the door....

".....yes, billions of dollars in oil revenue are being effectively locked in becauase of instability in the country's economy..." hon yussuf finished.
"and that is why the country keeps retaining its shameful position as a third world country" mr R***** added
"but honourable yussuf, don't you think your son should stay a little while in the united states before coming to serve his country?"
"no mr R*****, oil theft must end in our country, not now we have someone like my son..."
"it never ends honourable yussuf adekunle. we started it and we must ens it..." he said, laying emphasis on the " must" and hiting his fist on the table as he slowly lean ov
er the table towards hon yussuf.
he wispered, "and what about the tapped resources?, do you think you can make away with map
and the com...."

"gush!" he screamed aloud, all eyes where focused at the
beautiful fair waiter on black.
dillish had just carried a tray f ull of glasses of wine to the
table where they sat.
she falsefully hit her toe
against Roy's, therefore pretending to loose her balance and letting the tray go off her hand.
the tray fell, the glasses
broke and wine splashed all over th
e table, staining their dreases.
all eyes where on her as if she was a
n alien.
there were sense of thoughts like "a novice waiter" in the look of people, even the attention of the security men were drawn
with feign guilt, she bent as if to pick the fallen tray her right hand, while her left went, scratching her hair and reaching fort
he hair pin.
Roy's eyes followed suit.
her right hand reached the tray, then with a speed, she drew it back, dipped the hand underneath her mini-gown, reaching for her underwear and caresing.
her left hand still scratching her hair.
people watched in bewilderment. could this be madness?, another question in their looks.
an obessed white man who sat at a table at the back of roy's table laughed foolishly, with his fat orange tongue
bulging out of his mouth and breathing like a dog.
the sight of dillish's hand caressing her undees, took over his mentality.
like a flash, his face changed,
now like "sobing-smiling", and his body vibrating as if he was being electricuited.
dillish had just drew out a pistol from her undees and the hair pin.
she sharply took two steps backward. before the security men could reach her, she had already targeted Roy and flinged the hair pin.
the hair pin went, rotating and moving in the air, making a
"gling gling" sound and sparkling like a lightening, moved straight to the targeted victim, like the stone david used in killing goliath.
Roy smartly dogged it.
"slaaaasssh!" the pin, missing its target, landed on someone's chest.
the.....the......the obessed man's chest.

whr v u been, taught u r nt continuing d story agn
all the same wlcm bak
BTW 9c update

Stretching[b][/b] dear treasuregr8



Nice update dear,keep it up!

bn a wyl i made a comment in dis section buh nw i hav 2 considering d fact dat i luv crime and action packed stories and also coz its a gal/lady dats writing it. Kip it up @treasuregr8

thank you all for following and commenting. i lost my phone, that was why i hvnt been updating, but i'm back.
NOTE: the last update has been modified...read and drop your comments..
i've really missed you all...enjoy.

next update coming soon....