HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And S*x Story) PART 1
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FLASH BACK.
It was a tingling sound, coupled with a Blue
light…
Something pokes my arm… And my Head is
throbbing… I can’t feel my arm… Oh no, no!,
what have they done with my arm?
A pink like shadow bends over me.
Sweat soaked me fully, and i sit up in bed,
terror filling my mind and thoughts. I quickly
look at my right arm, and breathe a sigh of
relief. It’s still there (thank God), though
numb from having slept on it wrongly with
my whole weight on it.
I fall back onto my pillow, shocked at how
cold the sweat on the pillow feels as my head
hits it.
Flipping it over to the dry side, I notice the
time. I have only an hour till my alarm goes
off. Groaning, I roll over, hoping to get a little
more sleep, before I have to get up, and get
ready for school.
I doubt I will though, as my head is pounding,
and my arm is stiff and tingling.
* * *
Buzzing fills my room, followed
right after by robotic voices screaming,
“Exterminate!
Exterminate!” m0an!ng like the dead, I reach
for my alarm clock to switch it off, only to
find the
switch is already in the off spot, the noise
ending just before I
reach it.
Sitting up, rubbing my eyes, I reach for the
glass of water I left on my nightstand before
going to bed last night, and try to wake my
sleeping mind. For some
reason I feel like I have just run a
marathon, rather than had a long night’s
sleep. I’m just glad the headache is gone,
though my arm still seems a little stiff.
My door flies open, and I look up to see my
roommate, Dennis,
looking at me.
“Rise and shine, dork!” he calls,
turning on my light.
“I thought I
told you to change that alarm sound. Your
Doctor WHAT is
annoying in the morning.”
“I’m a geek!”( you will understand that word
later) I told him for what felt like the
hundredth time. “And
it’s Doctor Who, not What.”
“More like Doctor Whatever. Or Doctor What
do i care”
Shaking my head at my roommate’s
ignorance, I quickly get dressed, and head
from my room. Reaching for the light, it flips
off a moment before I hit the switch. Looking
at it in confusion, my stomach rumbles,
recalling me to breakfast.
“Have you been watching the news lately?”
Dennis asks me as I pour my cereal into a
bowl. I just give him a look, in response. He
knows I can’t abide watching the news.
“I just thought you might be interested in
what’s been happening, you being such a
dork and all.” Deciding it’s best to
keep my mouth shut, I just pour my milk.
“Seems there was some girl in India that
started flying around town, like some sort of
Superman, and a guy in Japan
suddenly started on fire, but didn’t get
burned.”
“Parlor tricks, thats older than the rate of
corruption in Nigeria” I mumble around
a mouthful. For a moment I consider
mentioning that there
are plenty of female comic book characters
that can also fly, but then remembering his
level of ignorance, I just continue chewing.
“I dunno… The news seemed pretty interested
in it. There are videos of the flying girl on
Youtube.” He continues to
ramble on, but somehow I ignore him, until I
leave for class.
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EATING THE FORBIDDEN FRUIT PART 1 .
Jide Babalola was having a bad day.What worried him was not the fact that he seemed to be having a progressively bad day every day for the past three months. He was concerned because he was beginning to get used to it. And that was not a good thing.The kitchen of the Babalola household was redolent with the smell of something fried and spicy, but the ambience was ruined by the emotions running riot in the fragrant space. A plate on the counter washeaped with an appetising load of golden toast and fried eggs, a cup of coffee steaming beside it. As mouth-watering as the food looked, it was the object of dispute that morning. Jide stood over the meal, arms crossed as he faced his wife, who sat on the other side of the counter, pretending to be busy.“Patricia.” He said softly. His wife ignored him, and concentrated on furiously tapping the keys of the laptop in front of her. Early on in their marriage, whenever hecalled her full name like that, she would give him her full attention, because it usually meant he was in a serious mood. “Patricia, can you at least respond when I call you?”She stopped typing and looked up at him over the edge of the laptop. Her eyes were smouldering with anger; if looks could kill, he would have been vaporized by her gaze.“Am I deaf or are you blind?” she retorted. “You’re standing no farther than three feet away from me in this small kitchen and you want a formal acknowledgment to show I can hear you?”Jide clenched his jaw. “Is it a crime to ask for simple courtesy?”She glared at him for a moment longer, then tapped a few buttons on her laptop and closed it gently. When she faced him, arms folded on top of the laptop, insinceresmile on her face, he sighed inwardly. Her attitude was about to get worse.“Yes, lord and Master.” Patricia jeered. “Your servant is listening, please speak.”Jide sighed, and then chose to ignore the sarcasm in her voice. “Like I said, I’m running late so I won’t be able to eat this morning. I understand why that would upset you.”Patricia laughed. There was no humour in the sound. “Oh no, i don’t think you understand at all. But you will. Very soon.”“And what does that mean? Is that a threat? I’m sick and tired of all this, woman. Every day it’s one quarrel or another.”“Yes it seems that way, doesn’t it?” Patricia cut in. “Let me see, yesterday you were angry because I didn’t make breakfast for you, right? I apologized and explained I had a work deadline to meet but you stalked out. Today I wake up early to fry you eggs and now you’re saying…”“That’s why I am apologizing!” Jide yelled.Patricia raised a brow and allowed his shout to fade off before she clapped her hands slowly. “By shouting, right? You have a funny way of apologizing o…”Fifteen minutes later, Jide’s Sienna pulled out angrily from his compound. Setheing at the memory of his conversation with hiswife, he ignored the greeting of his securityguard and sped out of the estate where they lived, almost brushing a yellow tricycle into a gutter. He ignored the driver’s yell, increasing his speed as he took out his annoyance on the road, leaning on his car horn and yelling curses at any driver that dared to be slow.He knew it was just transferred aggression, but he couldn’t help himself. Despite all the self- help books he had bought and counselling documents he hadread online, his marriage seemed to be growing more strained by the day. He and Patricia had only been married less than two years and although he had been advised the point they were in would be the most stressful, he couldn’t imagine things getting any worse than they alreadywere.When Jide Babalola pulled up at the commercial law chambers where he worked as a brand communication manager, he forced himself to calm down before he left his car. He looked at his wristwatch and frowned as he realized he had actually reached work too early. His conscience pricked him as he rememberedthe things he had said to his wife in anger because he thought he was late, but he knew when he returned from work, the argument would continue if he dared to bring it up. He sighed and flipped down the mirror above his head so he could adjust his tie before he took the elevator tothe floor where his office was. He knew he looked good; the confidence of his long-legged stride was somtheing he had used years to cultivate. It was part of his job to project that corporate look and the admiring looks he received as he made hisway to his office attested to the fact.But Jide knew looks weren’t the most important thing. Peace of mind was. He greeted his secretary and breezed into his office and his practised smile faded as he settled behind his desk and sighed. He sincerely wished he could turn back the hands of time to this morning. If he hadn’t misread the time, he might have been able to eat a little of the breakfast Patricia had made for him…He frowned as his office door opened, then whipped up his professional smile a she recognized the person who had barged into his office. It was his colleague,Anita Bankole. Her tight dress stopped justabove the knee, sheathing her curves, the red colour the exact same shade as the lipstick heavily coating her mouth. He winced internally as he wondered if there was anything subtle about Anita. She was the personification of in-your-face attitude and her habit of bulldozing her way into his office without knocking was annoying.Jide was careful to keep his expression pleasant, however. She was one step above him on the corporate ladder; it wouldn’t be wise to show his displeasure.“Jide, my dear!” she squealed, walking over to him, her high heeled shoes clicking on the polished floor as she came around the side of his office table. He started to stand up, but she waved him back into his seat.“Good morning, Anita… oooof!”His greeting was cut short as she sat on him without warning and pressed her lips against his.And that literally, was how the first source of temptation fell into Jide Babalola’s lap….. Jolayemi has been unemployed since 3 years that he finished service and he is already twenty-five years of age…. He was walking down the road when he saw a signboard with vacancy written on it….he smiled buh it was short lived when he saw the condition attached…. 15 years of experience,abeg how old am I,he said aloud before walking away having one destination in mind….third mainland bridge
. click on the link below to continue reading www.naijanoisemakers.com/2017/08/12/eating-forbidden-fruit-part-1/

MY LIFE IN MY PASTOR’S HOUSE PART 1 .

I was not that happy when I was forced to leave with my church pastor’s and his family. My pastor name is donald and he has lost his wife. He is quite rich,he had one son two daughters. The son was his firstborn and about 26yrs in age,his name is mark. His second born christine,oh christine was my senior. She is 18yrs of age that looks like 26 with her huge boobs and big backyard. His third born,Hannah in 17yrs of age with very large backyard even more than christine,she is my classmate.They are both very fair in complexion. Oh me,my name is jason,same age with christine,am a bit tall with wizkhalifa body,am the second and the last born. My father was the richest man in my area and my mother is a bussiness woman. Present “Jason,jason,jason” my father shouted from the downstairs angrily. “What’s wrong with this man gan sef”I murmed angrily. I quickly wear my knicker and ran downstair. To my surprise,my father was holding his belt,his eyes were red,I knew am dead. My mother knelt down and was crying profusely. My dad: Jason I heard you slapped your school principal’s daughter, true? *raising up the belt* Me: T…ru..e*stammering* He moved closer to me and said “hope you have a genuine reason?”. Oh God,I can’t tell him Eva(my principal daughter) try to kiss me,though it was a mistake I slapped her. My dad: Can’t you answer? Me: It was mistake. My mum: You heard him. He mistakenly slapped her My dad: Shut up this woman,you want to spoil his life?. Sleeping with Dorothy my friend’s daughter was also a mistake(oh that,she seduced me). Beating up his classmate outside the school is also a mistake(julia said I had small d–k). Be fully prepared,you will be living with pastor donald from tommorrow henceforth. Maybe you will learn your lesson then. He angrily dropped the belt and went to his room. Mama had this look “that’s okay by me”. I went back inside,unclad myself,I stare at my long big d–k “you implicated me” I said softly. I went into the bathroom and have my bath. I put on my uniform,collected my pocket money from mama not after several advice which I just pretended to hear and I went straight to school. One thing about my father,he hates spoilt kid,that’s why he never allow me near all his car,I love trekking and its fun. Oh,I was an ss2 student,same class with hannah,christine was in sss3 and also the senior gir.I was very handsome,fair but not too much in complexion with my killing pink lips I got to school to see many students outside the gate all knelt down,I knew am late and it was my dad’s fault. I walked nearer and I also knelt down,I raise my head to see eva and julia(julia,the one that says I had a small d–k). Eva was very beautiful and a gentle type,she had medium boobs and a-s and was very fair in complexion while julia is choco in complexion and had this huge a-s I’ve never seen though small boobs. Eva looked away the moment our eyes met while julia stared angrily. *weytin concern me,make dem die*. Eva: *finally speak* why are you late? *referring to me* Me: I woke up late. And you what are you two doing here,are you the prefect? Julia: Oh that, senior girl put us here Christine(senior girl): Hey jason,why are you late and why don’t you come to church yesterday? Me: I was very sick yesterday*lied* that’s why I woke up late today Christine: You may enter Eva and julia looked at christine. “What?” Christine asked them “Nothing” they both replied. I heard the rest student murmuring but who cares? Mtcheeeew,I entered smiling . click on the link below to continue reading
http://naijanoisemakers.com/2017/05/22/life-pastors-house-part-1/

BIRTHDAY S£X PART 1 (Completed) .
It was my 21st birthday and I was on my way to see my girlfriend in school. She stayed off campus in a 3 bedroom flat which she shared with two of her friends, Tolu and Tochi. Tolu was short, dark skinned, attractive, Tochi however was a bit taller and light skinned, but still reasonably attractive. My girl’s bestfriend however was Ife, who was in the same department as her and whose best feature (in my humble opinion) was her big br**sts. Apparently the four of them were taking me out for a meal and drinks that night. I arrived at their house and rang the doorbell, Tolu answered it, wearing a dressing-gown, obviously still in the process of getting ready to go out, she gave me a kiss on the cheek, wished me happy birthday and ushered me into the house. I asked where my girl was and she replied that she was in her bedroom, but didn’t want me to come in just yet, as she had a surprise for me. I went to sit down on the couch, but Tolu quickly stopped me, and pointed me towards a chair placed in the middle of the room, as apparently I had to be centre of attention in the middle of the room. I didn’t see the point in arguing so I took the chair. But as soon as I sat down, I felt my arms being pulled back behind the chair and heard a click and I could feel my hands were restrained. I looked behind me and saw that my hands had been handcuffed behind the chair. I turned my head back around to protest and saw Tochi and Ife were now standing next to Tolu, both also wearing dressing-gowns. “What do you think you’re playing at?” I said. “There’s been a slight change in plan” Tolu informed me. “We’ve decided not to take you out after all, Instead we’re all going to have a cosy night in.” “Why the handcuffs? And where is Moji?” I demanded. (Moji being my girlfriend) “Well, as we’re not going out we had to think of a way to treat you, as it’s still your birthday after all, and Moji kindly agreed to let us have some fun with you, but we didn’t want you running away, getting impatient or generally doing anything we don’t want you to, so we’ve had to handcuff you to the chair.” Tochi enlightened me. “And to stop your babe from interfering, unfortunately we’ve had to handcuff her to her bed, but don’t worry, she’s fine, and you’ll get to see her later. But for now, sit back, do as you’re told and most importantly enjoy yourself!” Ife Said. . With that the three girls undid the ties at the front of their dressing-gowns and to my amazement, one at a time, took them off. Tochi was the first to slip out of hers, revealing herself to be wearing just a pink bra and matching thong and then doing a little twirl to make sure I’d got a good view. Tolu took hers off next, to reveal a black push-up bra that gave her a nice cleavage and matching tie-side briefs, she also gave a little twirl to give me a good view. Finally Ife took her dressing-gown off, revealing a white bra that was struggling to contain her big br**sts and matching underwear that was revealed to be a G-string upon her completing a twirl. I couldn’t believe what was happening, Moji’s hot friends were in just their underwear in front of me, apparently ready to give me a good night, something I was more than willing to accept, even if it wasn’t being forced upon me via handcuffs, after all this was already turning out better than my wildest dreams! . click on the link below to continue reading www.naijanoisemakers.com/2016/09/27/birthday-sx-part-1/

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HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And S*x Story) PART 1
.


FLASH BACK.
It was a tingling sound, coupled with a Blue
light…
Something pokes my arm… And my Head is
throbbing… I can’t feel my arm… Oh no, no!,
what have they done with my arm?
A pink like shadow bends over me.
Sweat soaked me fully, and i sit up in bed,
terror filling my mind and thoughts. I quickly
look at my right arm, and breathe a sigh of
relief. It’s still there (thank God), though
numb from having slept on it wrongly with
my whole weight on it.
I fall back onto my pillow, shocked at how
cold the sweat on the pillow feels as my head
hits it.
Flipping it over to the dry side, I notice the
time. I have only an hour till my alarm goes
off. Groaning, I roll over, hoping to get a little
more sleep, before I have to get up, and get
ready for school.
I doubt I will though, as my head is pounding,
and my arm is stiff and tingling.
* * *
Buzzing fills my room, followed
right after by robotic voices screaming,
“Exterminate!
Exterminate!” m0an!ng like the dead, I reach
for my alarm clock to switch it off, only to
find the
switch is already in the off spot, the noise
ending just before I
reach it.
Sitting up, rubbing my eyes, I reach for the
glass of water I left on my nightstand before
going to bed last night, and try to wake my
sleeping mind. For some
reason I feel like I have just run a
marathon, rather than had a long night’s
sleep. I’m just glad the headache is gone,
though my arm still seems a little stiff.
My door flies open, and I look up to see my
roommate, Dennis,
looking at me.
“Rise and shine, dork!” he calls,
turning on my light.
“I thought I
told you to change that alarm sound. Your
Doctor WHAT is
annoying in the morning.”
“I’m a geek!”( you will understand that word
later) I told him for what felt like the
hundredth time. “And
it’s Doctor Who, not What.”
“More like Doctor Whatever. Or Doctor What
do i care”
Shaking my head at my roommate’s
ignorance, I quickly get dressed, and head
from my room. Reaching for the light, it flips
off a moment before I hit the switch. Looking
at it in confusion, my stomach rumbles,
recalling me to breakfast.
“Have you been watching the news lately?”
Dennis asks me as I pour my cereal into a
bowl. I just give him a look, in response. He
knows I can’t abide watching the news.
“I just thought you might be interested in
what’s been happening, you being such a
dork and all.” Deciding it’s best to
keep my mouth shut, I just pour my milk.
“Seems there was some girl in India that
started flying around town, like some sort of
Superman, and a guy in Japan
suddenly started on fire, but didn’t get
burned.”
“Parlor tricks, thats older than the rate of
corruption in Nigeria” I mumble around
a mouthful. For a moment I consider
mentioning that there
are plenty of female comic book characters
that can also fly, but then remembering his
level of ignorance, I just continue chewing.
“I dunno… The news seemed pretty interested
in it. There are videos of the flying girl on
Youtube.” He continues to
ramble on, but somehow I ignore him, until I
leave for class.
.
Click on the link below to continue reading
http://naijanoisemakers.com.ng/2017/04/01/hero-violence-mind-control-sx-story-part-1/

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