nice one I hope we won't wait too long before another chapter comes

Hi guys, my apology for the slow (weekly) updates as I can feel ur discomfort with it. I'm still a work in progress to standing by my commitments as I like to do my things slow but steady.
I really appreciate your lovely COMMENTS and LIKES, they had been really inspiring. At this juncture, I would love for you to correct me on some grammatical errors you've noticed so far as I would really love to learn from u guys as well so I would inculcate them as I make further updates.
One love #teamrelic.
God bless you all.

Keep the updates coming, tnx

Nice 1 bro

Tanks for d update man

ghostwritter:
Hi guys, my apology for the slow (weekly) updates as I can feel ur discomfort with it. I'm still a work in progress to standing by my commitments as I like to do my things slow but steady.
I really appreciate your lovely COMMENTS and LIKES, they had been really inspiring. At this juncture, I would love for you to correct me on some grammatical errors you've noticed so far as I would really love to learn from u guys as well so I would inculcate them as I make further updates.
One love #teamrelic.
God bless you all.

keep it up bro.. You are actually doing a great job in here! Kudos to you and more ink to your pen! I believe your use of grammar is very okay and easy to understand, the plot, the names you use and the way everything played out can be awestruck! Well as for me you are one of the few writers I read their works here on Nairaland.. So keep doing the good job.

Update nahh please have been refreshing since
And I must say op ghostwritter u have an amazing story line please update biko ejoo danAllah

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CHAPTER ELEVEN

MESSENGER OF DEATH


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Amirat stood stiffened in the corner of the kitchen where she hid herself and Tom beside her, she covered the little boy’s mouth with her hand to prevent him making any noise. She felt her heart hitting rapidly upon her chest with her body dripped of sweat as she heard footstep approaching the kitchen, then it stopped like it owner was thinking against it. She wouldn’t come out of hiding knowing for sure that wasn’t her brother’s style of stepping, Jamal wasn’t the type of man to take gentle steps in panicky times. Amirat tried to guess who it could be but no one came to mind, neither she nor Jamal had ever invited friends to the apartment, at that moment she wasn’t sure if Jamal had broken the rules by inviting one of his numerous customers to come check-out his artistic works rather than taking it out to the street or market.

“Who could that be?” she thought as soon as she heard the kitchen door slowly opened. She could hear her heart beat furiously within her quiet space, she thought of her brother, wondering why she couldn’t hear his footsteps or voice anywhere around. She had a great urge to come out of hiding from behind the fridge but she held back sensing something wasn’t right. The footstep stopped abruptly right in front of the fridge and it owner sniffing the air.

“My little Tom, it’s alright, you can come out from hiding” a soft spoken voice urged. It was a familiar voice and that prompted Amirat to meet its owner.



(Catch-up with chapter twelve any time next week).

Every update back to back is a hit... Dope as usual

Yes o.. Ghostwriter 007 keep the doing the great job.

Tanks for the update. Jah bless

thanks for this update, I'm anticipating the next update

Thank God this is 9ja not Egypt, otherwise I would have say Lord Seth and Lord Cencii were already in Aso Rock fighting on who will head the senate house and who will head the executives.

Ride on boss, we are still taking the ride with you.

Hmm, thinking

queenitee:
Hmm, thinking

Hey babe, wat are you thinking!

Tosinex:
Hey babe, wat are you thinking!

How this would turn out

queenitee:

How this would turn out

unmhnmmm I'm thinking about that too, but I don't think we can figure it out especially with the way the writer writes this particular piece, bringing and taking us back into different times and dispensation, let's just seat and watch, I guess we are close to the concluding part of the story.

Tosinex:
unmhnmmm I'm thinking about that too, but I don't think we can figure it out especially with the way the writer writes this particular piece, bringing and taking us back into different times and dispensation, let's just seat and watch, I guess we are close to the concluding part of the story.

I guess so too

every word has a touch of excellence embedded on it
I was once a ghost reader but now repented
Keep it up bro

Nikejah:
every word has a touch of excellence embedded on it
I was once a ghost reader but now repented
Keep it up bro

now. go and sin no more

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CHAPTER TWELVE

THE COLD ONE

3107 BCE…

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“A little push my Queen…you can do it”

Zina the chief midwife urged Queen Nefertiti who laid on her bed within her chamber groaning in pain. For hours, the queen had found it very difficult delivering whatever was inside of her, she had been in continuous pain which many of the midwives and maids feared could lead to the loose of her life. The nurses had tried all sought of herbs, concoctions, treatment and prayers but still the queen was losing it, she couldn’t bear the labor pain anymore and the babies weren’t coming either. Zina an experienced nurse felt she needed to do something really drastic to save the life of not just her Queen but the fetuses hanging inside of her, she deepened a hand into the queen through the vagina and inside of her she felt something cold, she was confused of what objects laid inside of the queen, nothing like she had experienced before. Zina in her determination, held to the cold object before pulling it out carefully, there came the body of a baby that never cried, followed was another beautiful baby boy who cried out aloud. The full moon shun bright from the sky that it ray lightened up the entire chamber, the queen and the king and the entire city rejoiced for the birth of the princes. While the Pharaoh and his household rejoiced, Dakdar walked into the palace, he informed Lord Nok of the tragedy he had foreseen, narrating to him and his queen that one of the princes would be the cause of death to the other and that the only way to avert such tragedy would be that one of the babies be killed on the seventh day.



Dedicating this chapter to all my muslim brother and sisters in this Ramadan, may Allah accept our ibadah

(Catch-up with chapter thirteen next week)

Thanks man! You rock!

Aaaamin thumo aamin jazakallahu khaeran

Ghostwriter keeps killing it. Light4life please come over....

Op you are just too good, more ink to your pen
queenitee long time, how have you been

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Matrycx:
Op you are just too good, more ink to your pen

queenitee long time, how have you been

Been fine o and you?

OMG!!!

is like I don't get the twist in this

queenitee:
Been fine o and you?

Doing good, what's up with you

Matrycx:


Doing good, what's up with you

Just there o. Naija tire me

queenitee:
Just there o. Naija tire me

Pack your luggage, let's b going to Qatar