Nice story but sometimes your write in the third person...

Gabbyraze:
Nice story but sometimes your write in the third person...

Not sometimes. I write in the third person. I have never used "I"

Osjaay:
wao and d lil bae gat Amnesia sha

Yeso. Wahala dey.

Gab how far just want to let u knw that am still following

Nice one...

Happy new month.


Plsssss keeppppp the


Update coming!!!

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(18)
Sorry Guyz for the late update. Due to popular demand. I have taken the decision to tell this story through the eyes of the two main characters. However, if you think otherwise (That the story should be told through the Author's eyes instead. Please let me know) Thanks for believing in this story.


Tunji (POV)
I looked like shit in the mirror. I doubt Angie would love me like this. Its been five months after the accident. I'd faced the dread of isolaation for these months. No one visited. Not because they never wanted to, but because i never wanted anyone to visit. The horrors of the accident haunted me at night. My wounds remained fresh. I cried at night, when the memories plunged me fiercely. In the morning, when i wake and look at the mirror, a monster stare back at me. For these months, Angie never visited me. At first i understood why, but now i don't understand anymore. I saved her, i let the fire ravage me in her stead. I was deposited at the morgue because the paramedics thought i had died. But i survived. The weeks i was treated at the specialist hospital i suffered. I wanted to die but i never stop hoping that my love, Angie would survive the horror. What i became amazed me. I have never loved like these. All the women i have been with, was all about sex. Angie is the only woman i love truly. And i will die again to have her in my arms. To hold her closely. Body to body. Feeling the softness of her skin. My lips pressed towards hers. Sucking the moist from it.

Dr. Zendall, an Indian specialist doctor resident in Lagos, had my face bandages removed two weeks ago. My face wounds healed finally. I stare deep into the mirror. I looked like shit. My once smooth face appeared rough. A slant line ran from my cheek bones to the my chin. I looked different. The American plastic surgeons that fixed my face, said i will look better when i recover. Weeks into recovery, i look worst. I am not as charming as i use to. I can't face Angie like these. But i missed her. Why didn't she ever call? She survived it, so i heard.

I picked my phone, i dialled her line. It ringed and stoped. It continued for a week. One day, a feminine scrawny voice rose from my phone speakers. "Hello, who's on the line." I hanged up. My voice seized.

Today, i showered. I wore my favourite suit. I wore scent. I wore powder on my face. I looked better. It was time i see Angie again. It was time, she knows i am not dead. Its depressing to think you would not be loved again by a loved one, it would be wrecking to actual know that your thoughts were right.

(19)
Angie (POV)
I feel so alive, finally getting back to work. To do what i love to do best. Atleast thats what i was told. I listened to my radio recordings. I sounded so excited and fervid. Friends came to visit me through my recovery. Most of them i don't even remember. I only pretended to remember them. What happened to me, still puzzled me. How i survived that accident is a mystery. The chiropractor kept bugging me through my countless therapy sessions, to know whether i remember a paltry of what transpired that day. I was with a man thats all i remember. I can't recall his face or his voice. But i remember he carried me in his strong arms. I was half dead. I saw his face but he seemed faceless. That part i presumed, was only a figment of my imagination. He appears to me in my dreams but i never saw his face. He looked like a corpse but yet seemed so alive. He never talks to me even when i talk to me. He stands like a stature and watched... I moved on however, i finally said YES to Gabriel. He has been my rock all through this throes. He always attended to my needs. He never abandoned me, even when i was difficult to be around. I may not love him as i would want to but i know i will in time to come. He treats me like a queen everytime i am around him. I see an undying love in his eyes. He's very considerate and a gentleman. Its difficult not to love him.

I worked as a co-anchor for the shows ran through the week. I was co-anchor for the prestigious breakfast show hosted by my would be best friend Sophia aka Queen Sophie. I don't remember ever been her friend but she's so nice to me. It is difficult not to be her friend. After she announced a commercial break and the speakers danced to the craze beat of Rihanna "Work" She put her headphone away and i did the same. "Hey, Angie, how are you feeling?" Her voice sounded so genuine and tepid. "I am Ok. I guess. Feeling alive in a long while," I replied. "Oh, you look better to me, you will get back on track soon," she assuredly said to me. A man walked in. He has curly brown hairs. The brown hairs appeared like they are brown due to neglet. He's skin tone is difficult to ascertain. He wears a broad smile as he waved at me: "Hi, Angie." I wanted to reply but i am disrupted by his latter action. He kissed Sophie on her cheek and she cringed. "Hey, stranger, you're still angry?" He asked her, his smile slowly fading. "Not here, Mike. Please we are at work," her voice is filled with angst. "You don't come home. You don't pick my calls. Where else do we meet?" He sounded like he was about crying. "Let me excuse you..." I rose from my seat. "Please stay Angie. Help me ask her why she's so mad at me," his voice brought whimpers to my body. "Don't bring Angie in..." She retorted. It was glaring to me, there was trouble in paradise but i never wanted to get involved so i said: "Whatever the case may be, i believe it could be handled amicably in private. "It cannot be resolved. Please help me tell this man, i am done with his cheating ass," she retorted fiercely and walked out, he couldn't stop her even. He walked out too and i am left to continue the show without Sophie and the producer's presence. I played another song Rihanna's "Unfaithful" Is this what awaits me in my relationship? I thought. Next i played "Unbreak my heart" by Toni Braxton...

Nice one dear. But I feel for tunji what his reaction would be like when he finds out dat angie can't remember him

Amnesia has its own issh.

Nice update bro. Following.

hello nice story, I just started reading this. however there hasn't been an update in a while is that the end of the story?

(20)
(Angie pov)
I met a man at the store. He acted like he'd known me for long. He looks like someone i know even. He has a light brown skin and a curly black hair. He has beautiful brown eyes but a terrible scar ran from his eye lid to his cheek bones. Nevertheless, he appeared cute. He gushes as he spoke to me. I was mesmerized by his fanstastic spoken english. The glint on his beautiful face burned into me. I'd began to develop a strange feeling about him. We've been here before. This is a whole craze dejavu. "What's your name?" i asked. "Tunji...what's yours?"

(Tunji pov)
I bumped into her today at a store. "Are you ok?" i asked. She appears as beautiful as ever. Her beauty radiates like the sun. It gave me a frantic goosebumps all over me. She don't remember me. But its ok that way. We've started something good. But there is another man. I fear she won't love me as i want because of him. But I won't give up easily. He clutched his hands around her. She blushed in his arms and envy grew inside me.

Nmaglit:
Nice one dear. But I feel for tunji what his reaction would be like when he finds out dat angie can't remember him

Thanks 4 Followin Broda.

oluwatee:
hello nice story, I just started reading this. however there hasn't been an update in a while is that the end of the story?

No. There's More Comin. I Hv Just Been So Occupied. Thanks 4 Followin.

kaecyy:
Amnesia has its own issh.

Nice update bro. Following.

Yes O. Sorry For The Late And Short Update. Mai Phone Givin Me Lil Problem. Thanks.

The story is about to integrate. Enjoy.

Update please!!!

First of all am a girl btw gabrendo where havr u beem

Gabrendo:

Thanks 4 Followin Broda.

First of all am a girl btw gabrendo where have u beem

Gabrendo:

Thanks 4 Followin Broda.

(21)
(Angie pov)
I've never felt this way ever... I felt like I was been beaten . Like I was been wrecked with my eyes wide open. I felt like my breath was seized. Like I'd died many times on the bed while he pounds me. Something is wrong. He's not like this. Love is not this way. We never made love like we were at war. I pushed him slightly, he pushed back. "Are you ok hon?" He replied with a frosty groan. "Please hon, you're hurting me..." I cried. He stopped and stare at my routed face. "One minute dear..." he said with angst in his voice. "I can't..." I said and faintly pushed him. He relieved his charged body from me and walked out of the room with his co-ck still standing tall. He appeared disgruntled by something. I pulled from the bed. Put my blouse and pant on. He bowed his head in front of the bathroom mirror. His eyes are red. He panted like he was chased by a bull. "Are you ok hon?" I asked with prudence in my voice. He didn't reply. I moved and touched him on his shoulder. He reacted to it like the touch from me startled him. "I am ok," he replied with a deep shuddering voice.
"No, you are not. You know you could share anything with me."
"I am fine. Its work, believe me."
"You've never acted this way to me."
"What way?"
"I don't know, your actions today are strange."
"I told you its stress."
"You made love to me like you wanted to hurt me."
"I will never hurt you."
"But you are hurting me."
He reached for my cheeks and cleared the light tears rising from my red eyes. "I will never hurt. I will rather die than watch you get hurt," he said like he meant every single word. He reached for my watery lips and placed his lips on it. I felt his love wax inside me. "I love you..."

My phone buzzed from the bedroom. I ran to get it. An unknown caller id displays on the screen. I clicked to answer the call.
"Hello... Who's on the line?"
"Are you Angie?" A male trotting voice saturated my phone speaker.
"Yes..."
"Please come to St. Francis mortuary to identify a body."
"What body?"
"Its a driver, by the name Gabriel Okafor."
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(22)
The corpse of Gabriel was unfathomable. His whole appearance died with him. He appeared like an alien with bleached skin. I couldn't utter a single word. I was totally bemoaned. Gab was a nice guy and didn't deserve to die the way he did. The police recorded it as an accident but the lacerations on his skin proved otherwise. He was murdered, and his assailant made it look like he had an accident with his cab. I was the only person who could stand in as a close relative. He still saved my phone number as LOVE. I broke up with Gabriel because he led me on the path of deception for a long time. I didn't care, he was a taxi driver even when friends criticised me for that. To believe that he was lying all through our relationship made me lose any love I had for him. He wasn't the man in the vehicle when I had an accident. It was Tunji; the man I met at the store. I came to know this on Valentine's day. Tunji bought me a set of beautiful red shoes. The most expensive in my closet. Gabriel grew jealous and threw random tantrums at me. He ordered me to return them but I refused. Tunji came over that day and he rang a bottle at his head. I was infuriated by that act and decided to ride with Tunji to the hospital. He revealed to me that his old scar was a product of an accident. An accident was involved in. Tunji is my knight in shinning armour. I and Tunji rekindled our love and I have never felt a paltry of regret. Tunji is a real estate
developer and from a wealthy family. He's the perfect gentleman with a good heart. He loves me dearly and I am yet to see anything
Bad about him.

Gabriel was murdered I know. But by who?

I needed a shoulder to cry on. Tunji was there but not in the moment. He appeared so disconnected. I reclined on his broad naked shoulder and slept off. I dreamt of Gabriel. His sunken eyes terrorized me. He wasn't pleased with me. I jerked from the bed to find myself alone on the bed. "where's Tunji?"

Nmaglit
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Morning Guyz. Where Are All Of You?
Come And Comment. I Want To Know Whether The Story Is Making Sense. I Miss U All. Will Be Waiting.

Nmaglit:
First of all am a girl btw gabrendo where have u beem

Mrs Nmaglit Tunji Where Are You Dear?

Gab I hail u,have been busy small. Nice story u got but u don't update regularly and also you need to give flesh to your characters.

(23)
Everything was normal. At least everything seemed normal. Tunji and I went on a date at a restaurant in Victoria island. We sat in partial view of the glistened island and the evanescent evening sun. The cold wind frozed my sparsely hairy skin. I squirmed tenuously, unnoticed by Tunji. Tunji appeared too comfortable in a thick brown coat. I wore an irregular evening gown. Mary J Blige 'You want this' played in the background.

I, I know you gonna see me coming up and boy I know you want this. And I know you can't get enough, get enough...

I am not confused about what I truly feel. What I feel for Tunji is divine I know . But what I feel now is not about him. I am bereaved. Gabriel died and his memories are haunting me. Tunji was doing all he could to cheer me up . He brought the idea of going on a date. The first spot we had our first date. He cared about the way I feel and I couldn't ask for anything else.

The waitress wore a white long coat like a lab scientist. She brought a fine bottle of red wine in a camtray. She has this sultry smirk on her face. Her dark face is almost not perceptible in the dark. She smiled broadly at Tunji as she placed the tray on our table. "Thank you," Tunji echoed and smiled. She giggled and winked at him. Tunji swallowed it. I walked to Tunji. Put my face on his head. His lip appeared bruised like someone bit it. I gently watered his lips with my saliva. He looked at me bewildered. I turned to see the waitress face covered with angst . I moved back and sat.

The evening ran into the dark night. I soaked in the bath tub na-ked in a foamy water in the heights of my thighs. Tunji walked in. He pulled off his black short and entered the tub with me. We sat facing each others. "I love you..."
He clutched my sapped brea-st. He pulled me to himself. I acted hesitant but he made sure we were close knit. I squirmed: "hah huh hah." Tunji was all inside me. There was a throng of thought in me. I wish they would all dissipate. I wasn't overwhelmed by the pleasure. I was overwhelmed by a guilt. But why do I feel guilty? The night Gabriel died he called me. He wanted us to meet but I declined. Why did he wanted to meet with me?

Gabbyraze:
Gab I hail u,have been busy small. Nice story u got but u don't update regularly and also you need to give flesh to your characters.

Thanks Gabby. Yea been so damn busy. Ok I will give flesh to my characters. Thanks for following.

Present

Gabrendo:

Mrs Nmaglit Tunji Where Are You Dear?

nice thread @gabrendo

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(Tunji Pov)
I looked at her brea-st like its the first time. It looked different from the last time. Her breas-ts are like the breas-ts of a breas-t feeding mother. Bulged and succulent. The blind in the room faulted her appearance. Her brown skin wears the darkness of the night. Her curves lit a spark in me. I moved to her. Went for her tit-s. Her reddened tit-s protested at every slight touch. I put it in my mouth and sucked the defiance in it. I carried her to the bed. Pulled off her G-string. The face of her V appeared like a mirror but other than seeing myself, I saw Gabriel the taxi driver's rotten mouth submerged in the hole. I shrieked angrily but in low tone. I recoiled and sat on the floor. She pulled from the bed and stared at my pitiful face.
"What's wrong?"
"I can't stop thinking, you gave that to someone else."
"Does it matter?"
"You never knew..."
"Maybe, I should just go..."
"Don't, I can't afford losing you again."

I climbed her. We made love in the dark. She locked her arms around me like a child would clutch a parent who is always leaving. I held on to her like a jewel. We enjoyed the night till the morning flashed its presence at us.

Office hours for a real estate developer ought to be fun. Atleast that was what I thought when I was about becoming an estate developer. Building from crumbs to heights fascinated me but the estate development business wasn't just about that. I intended becoming a structural engineer but even my dad's connection could not make that happen. I studied urban development and attended business classes. I worked for a real estate firm against my dad's orders. When I resigned, I was able to secure a partnership with Daramola a structural engineer. We built Turban real estate from the scratch. Though it was my dad's money that got us our first. I did not acknowledge him as a partner. Apart from seating in the office and doing nothing but sketching fictitious places in my head, the worst part of my job is answering to contractors to construction firms and Daramola. I wanted to be a sole owner so bad, one night at a launch. I tricked Daramola to the top of the scraper. I pushed him from the top to the ground floor . He smashed his head on the concrete. Pieces of his brains and gushing blood painted the floor. It was an accident. He was drunk that night. I am not to be blamed.

Hmmm I reserve my comment

Nice job..I thought you abandoned it...keep up the good job..but I'm kinda confused..who is Vince?