kinwayne:


#whistling. . Don't beg me when she dumps you for me

*Prettydiva89.. It isn't over o, this ain't where it would stop, am coming for you and I won't stop until you're mine

.....e dn pain am...



...My queeniest shud we take a stroll?

Psalmwise:

.....e dn pain am...



...My queeniest shud we take a stroll?

yea

ThR0NeKiD:

A pretty Great loss.. I'd say!

U aint falling for Kinwayne [9ja's Lilwayne], U dey lose!

Bera quit Psalmwise, na big shot womaniser!

BTW, where's the pix i asked for?

My queeniest knows wat i can do and wat i can not

BTW...kinwayne is luring her wit money...i guess dats ow e lure's other innocent girls




Omo una dn dey distract me sef....i nvr even start to dey read d story



#Ghostmode activated#


Meanwhile no bdy shud near or try anytin funny with my queeniest while am off

Harjibola10 and buoye1 i trust boh of u...oya keep her company till i cum

prettydiva89:

yea

#Holds her hand and walks out#

jezuzboi:
Kinwayne, Psalmwise, & Thronekid........,

Some dude might just sneak in through the back door & elope with Prettydiva89 while you're still debating on who to keep her.
Believe me, it can happen. Lol

The Person wan die?
Note: I no dey drag am! She's for Kinwayne.

thronekid:

The Person wan die?
Note: I no dey drag am! She's for Kinwayne.

#ghostmode Resumed#

Fembleez1:
Make I find somewhere to si-don first












Coming to catch-up with you guyz

Ekabo Jare.... Enjoy plenty!

kinwayne:




I COMMENT my reserve

Yeah..

ThR0NeKiD:

Ekabo Jare.... Enjoy plenty!

Thanks boss

4iii

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Paul shaked his Head sideways vigorously, his black silky Tie seemingly choking him and bestowing on him the appearance of a confused Detective. He banged his fist hard on the clay Earth colored table staring at him right in the face so hard, it seemed the table groaned at this unwarranted piece of agony.

He got up and pursed his lips tightly as many an idea assuming the role of the Devil's advocate would. He folded his arms roughly accross his chest, inducing an almost invisible wrinkle on the Cream colored shirt that housed his upper region. Several head spinning ideas ran, jogged, walked and again, zoomed about in his Head. He wished he hadn't received Jola's call when she called.

He had woken up that day with a grim determination of finding Anabelle after leaving work. He had smuggled an address that seemed like Anabelle's out of Jola's cell she when visited him Yesternoon. And it seemed things had been going great until she called, probably some Twenty minutes ago. Out of his seemingly weird state of unwarranted excitedness, he had picked cheerily and that was his mistake. Somehow, Jola had been able to buoy him down with a date by Seven and he hadn't even resisted it. He had said okay but now, he was regretting his impulse. He wished he had just been able to cook up an evasive excuse to wriggle out of the Shackles it seemed she had bondaged him with.

He felt he still loved Jola well. He knew it. She was the perfect home material. He felt She was the type of Woman he had been wanting to build his home around. He felt and knew he loved her. He also felt the feeling was mutual also but even, His subconscious immoral sense told him he needed Anabelle. He wouldn't be serious with her anyway, he assumed it would be just a Night's stand, just a Night's stand! Though, Anabelle seemed captivating and mellow enough, all he felt he needed was a Night's stand.

His gaze tranversed round his cozy large office, and he felt he found peace in it. Its' walls were painted brown and its' roof, white. The large sitting piece of furniture lied lazily but calmly on the shoning glossy marbled floor. It seemed just the ideal office for a Managing director of a multi purpose Nationale company. His eyes gleaned accross the walls to the seemingly dovey ticking Clock and the fast rate at which the time was pacing dawned on him. It was Twenty to Five pm already; he had brooded for a probable Thirty minutes.

He organised the seemingly scattered files on his table and packed them in his casey portfolio. He felt he should go prepare for the night ahead. He wanted to suprise Jola, perhaps it would murder ruthlessly the lusty thoughts peeling unabatedly in his head.

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Anabelle smiled as she read Daniel's text. It seemed really romantic. He really was an undisputed god in wordsmithing. He sure seemed nice and all.

Handsome, caring, tall, intelligent, well to-do and anything she could think of, she felt he was really a person she could settle with. Work had been hectic or rather, it seemed so. Many customers had busted with an enviable mearsurement of anger all day long. It seemed their new product didn't go that well with people. Working with a paste producing firm hadn't always being the rosiest of Occupations. She had left office tensed and tired, very tired, it seemed all she needed was a good sleep. Daniel's Text wouldn't hear of that either, it was the only thing that had made her smile all day.

Cupping her gigantic scantily cladded Boöbs, she clicked the 'Send' icon on her Cell and almost immediately, she heard the beeping sound that depicted her text had been successfully delivered.

She had finally felt like giving a trial to Daniel. It wouldn't kill afterall. She had sent him a dinner out text and it sure seemed, she knew he wouldn't object that. He would readily jump at it, she knew.

Smiling, She got on her feet and plodded to the bathroom, she needed to get dressed quickly. She wanted to grab some stuffs along for Him.

Fembleez1:




Thanks boss

Boss ke? Enjoy plenty O jare

ThR0NeKiD:

Boss ke? Enjoy plenty O jare

Lol, ok!

Fembleez1:



Lol, ok!

Yeah.... U don go thru the story?

no noise plz....

*takes a bite 4rm ma Sausage n sips mah chilled alomo....psalmwise, abeg bring me a plate of beans*

#READING

thronekid:

Yeah.... U don go thru the story?

Nah bro!, hunger dey catch me first, you go notice if I don go through am through my likes and shares!.

Thronekid, what's up with ur gender? Na (f) I dey see instead of (m). Abi na my device cause am? Abeg check.

Psalmwise:


My queeniest knows wat i can do and wat i can not

BTW...kinwayne is luring her wit money...i guess dats ow e lure's other innocent girls




Omo una dn dey distract me sef....i nvr even start to dey read d story



#Ghostmode activated#


Meanwhile no bdy shud near or try anytin funny with my queeniest while am off

Harjibola10 and buoye1 i trust boh of u...oya keep her company till i cum

i will wait till you come

jezuzboi:
Thronekid, what's up with ur gender? Na (f) I dey see instead of (m). Abi na my device cause am? Abeg check.

I fit be Female bro... Na me put am! Gues its fate!

Skimpledawg:
no noise plz....

*takes a bite 4rm ma Sausage n sips mah chilled alomo....psalmwise, abeg bring me a plate of beans*

#READING

Owk nah...

#Chidi!! chidi !!
#serve dat nigga a plate of beans



U no dey use bread cork am

prettydiva89:

i will wait till you come

...Tnx babes

Am really enjoying dis... i've been ghost reading, so i fink it's beta i say smtyn! ThRoNekid carry on biko!!

Psalmwise:
Owk nah...

#Chidi!! chidi !!
#serve dat nigga a plate of beans



U no dey use bread cork am

i like my bread to b soft lyk bosom

Skimpledawg:

i like my bread to b soft lyk bosom

Omo bros blik say u go go buy iur bread ur sef for bakery...

We no get dat typ of bread for here....


Or try d next shop mayb u go see

AlienStar:
Am really enjoying dis... i've been ghost reading, so i fink it's beta i say smtyn! ThRoNekid carry on biko!!

Thanks for being so thoughtful Bae..... Stay with Me! You're for Me, U think?

AlienStar:
Am really enjoying dis... i've been ghost reading, so i fink it's beta i say smtyn! ThRoNekid carry on biko!!

don't be deceived,him no be female

[quote author=thronekid post=32109918]
Thanks for being so thoughtful Bae..... Stay with Me! You're for Me, U think?[/Yep! sweet]

prettydiva89
don't be deceived,him no be female

Lolz thanx for d warning! dear

5i

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Paul maneuvored his Audi car through the busy street, seemingly cautiously but carefreely like he had all day to spend. His eyes eased off the street onto the mini digital clock beside the airbag, it was just Twenty Two minutes to Seven.

The watchful eyes of the adorning street lights glistened suddenly and the radiance it seemed they emitted, flooded the entire street with powerful illuminating energy and it seemed 'life' weaved accross the street. Paul's seemingly less occupied hand excitedly made it's way to the Car's media system Volume knob and increased it in many a notch and American Pop music filled the air.

He drove leisurely accross a Wine specialised supermarket. Suddenly, it seemed he remembered something and he quickly swerved his car into the supermarket's parking lot. Alighting in a seemingly gentlemanly manner, he turned off the booming media player and touched his appearance curtly.

He sure seemed handsome. The Grey suit he wore shoned beautifully. Its' edges seemed like those arduosly worked on as each was adorned by almost razor sharp gators and his black shoes commended it perfectly. A blazing black bow tie ornamented his neck glowingly. His hair, cut in the trending Dre Drake style, seemed like it had just been 'retouched' and they seemed sensational. He seemed really a perfect Gentlemen; just the type Every lady would want to be sexed by.

He walked seemingly majestically towards the supermarket. He felt he should grab a Pack of an intoxicating Wine along; atleast if it wouldn't yield anything which was unsure, it'd induce a pretty bulky amount of naughtiness. He hoped he would get lucky again. It seemed a smile escaped his lips as he eventually walked in the echeleon classed fluorescent illuminated Supermarket.

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Anabelle picked a bottle of her favorite cocktail wine, 'the Cosmopolitan,' from the wooden glossed Third row of shelf. She seemingly surveyed it and stared at the price tag stuck on it. After mooting for a moment or two, she added it to the waiting drink in the rafia wooden basket she carried. The other drink, 'a Red wine,' was what she had earlier selected for Daniel as it was what it seemed Gentlemen drink. She was now finally ready to leave. Dusk was seemingly descending with thick dark air already.

Just as she turned, she bumped into a Gentleman, though slightly and she apologised quickly. "it's okay. It's my fault, really!'' she heard him countered and she smiled.
''I'm jide, you?'' she heard him continue.
''Jaye.. Jayeola!'' she replied.
''Jaye! Anyway, you're looking beautiful,'' he complemented, smiling.
'"Thanks Jide!"
"You're welcome... Bye!" She heard him bade, and though suprised, she answered also and smiled as she watched him walk away.

Anabelle wore a cream gown that accentuated her curves properly. Her dress was dressed in ringlets that fell accross her shoulder in a very captivating manner. Her shoes and make up complemented her almost perfectly. She seemed indeed beautiful. She seemed euphoriatic.

She walked along the shelf unto the cashier to pay her bills and acting on a mere impulse, she turned back. A man met her stare; a seemingly familiar man. It was that guy she had seen with Jolade.
She stood rooted to the spot. She thought her eyes were informing her that the figure was approaching in a robotical manner. It seemed, even the advancing figure was doing that absent mindedly as he plodded towards her with seemingly dreamy eyes, dreamy lustful eyes. She thought.

prettydiva89:

don't be deceived,him no be female

Ahn ahn, Diva dsalm, we dey fight? Y u wan dey pour sand for my Garri na? Thank Jah stormangel na sweet thoughtful bae.... BTW, she know self, abi na girl wan make her 'his'?

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AlienStar:
Yep! Sweet

Whao! Now come on... Na bed I dey chill, how was Ur night?

Fembleez1:



Nah bro!, hunger dey catch me first, you go notice if I don go through am through my likes and shares!.

Okay Shir... I dey gbadun U jare!


Who don see my No. 1 complete reader on this story; Mhizashantee1 ? Abeg, surface sharpally Mhiz! My inspiration don dey dwind without Ur comment!