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Fibey69:
Nice story with a great concept, I'm following

Awwn, thank you so much

Hungerbadoo
I really appreciate you always checking in on me. You're truly exceptional ❤️.

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PROLOGUE

God lives. Yes, He lives. His spirit endures throughout generations, for He is God." The pastor's voice echoed from the pulpit as I nodded in affirmation of his words.

He lives, I thought, half teary-eyed.

Fifteen years. Fifteen long years spent in the world, but now I was back. Back to Him, never to go astray again. I didn't even realize when I shouted, "Hallelujah!" All eyes were on me. I could make out Mom's watchful eyes from the sea of people that were staring at me. I hadn't even noticed I had risen from my chair. My heart was glowing with joy. I could also see Mom's proud smile; the one that revealed she had never been prouder than she was in that moment. Her daughter was back; her baby-the one the demon once had a hold on. I gave a nervous smile and sat back down, but it felt good to shout it out. Hallelujah! He has delivered me. Joyous tears ran down my cheeks. The little girl beside me looked at me like I had gone insane. And yes, she was right! I was insanely in Christ.

Before my deliverance-before my freedom from sin-I was an addict. The kind every parent warns their children about. A drug addict, a porn addict, and even a master criminal. I couldn't go a day without doing the things that gladdened my heart. They stuck to me like a plague, like an odorous smell that lingered even after you'd washed yourself clean.

My addiction to porn started when I was 12. Poor, innocent me had no idea what I was up against. My cousin, Eliza, had visited during the holidays and exposed me to her adult rituals. She was much older than me-six years older-but we got along well. She was the complete opposite of what Mom thought of her. A wolf dressed in sheep's clothing. At night, when the lights went out and everyone was asleep, she'd turn on her laptop and get right to it. The worst of all beasts. Masturbation. At that time, I had no idea what it was. We shared the same bedroom, though not the same bed, which gave me the opportunity to watch while she indulged in sin's deceiving pleasure. She was unaware that I lay silently in bed, pretending to be fast asleep while she worked herself out until sleep came. It wasn't until one day- the day my cup was full-that I realized she wasn't as clueless as I had thought. I thought I was smart, but she was one step ahead of me, even smarter.

"I know you're awake," her voice made me freeze. "Don't be shy," she said to my utter surprise. "Well, come on."

Fear and surprise gripped me as she called me over.

"Come on..."

My body vibrated with reluctance as I slowly lifted myself from the bed.

"I want you to watch, too-"

My cousin, whom Mom trusted so much and whom I had once looked up to, turned out to be the villain in my gut-wrenching, yet heart-lifting story.

Hungerbadoo:
GOOD LUCK

Lol. Thank you, dear.

Hungerbadoo:
You are very smart and intelligent

Lol. Thank you, dear. I really appreciate everything ❤️.

Hungerbadoo:
I actually love stories
Stories keep me busy and entertained
The background video is great

Awwn, thank you, love. I really appreciate ❤️

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A special someone asked me to make this into a book, but I can be lazy when it comes to writing novels. Oh my


Hungerbadoo
I've seen you enjoy stories. Come read, but it's a short story ooo. No other parts, lolzzzzz. Much love ❤️

Hungerbadoo:
Hi, still waiting

It's a short story lolzzzzz. And gosh, I didn't know I left this here. Thought I had taken down the story. Thanks for your comment, dear

Background music 👇
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rg0QBuXU_TM?si=W9ivFpxu6YKHSj2k Forgot to add it

Couldn't think of a perfect title for the story, so bear

Video link to background music 👇
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rg0QBuXU_TM?si=W9ivFpxu6YKHSj2k

The bell at St. Patrick's Cathedral chimed, signalling the time. We didn't need anyone to tell us what to do next as we hurried back into our homes, making sure our doors were closed.

‘You think everybody made it in this time?’ asked Charlie, my husband.

‘I don’t know, Charles. Quit breathing on the back of my neck,’ I shrugged angrily, rubbing my hand on the doorknob. My hands were trembling, and I couldn't bring myself to leave the door. It was like this whenever it was nearing dusk, and we were rarely given a choice.

'Oh, I really hope no one dies this time,' Charles breathed behind me, expressing his nervousness. He was the weak one, while I was the one who never showed fear. But God, I was dying inside, but I couldn't show it. All I cared about was the day passing without any casualties.

‘Wait. Where’s Mary?’ I asked, terrified, realising it was just us.

Mary was my sister’s child. She had her when she was fourteen and fled with her lover while she left us in charge. The girl was nowhere in sight. ‘That pig…!’ I snarled, knowing she was outside. She knew we all had to stay inside once the church bell rang, as it signalled danger.

‘I thought she was with you?’

I turned to look at the annoying figure who claimed to be my husband. He was undoubtedly going to get it. ‘You fucker, don’t start with me!’ I growled and gave him an angry stare. 'Well, someone has got to get her.' I shot him another look, which he understood.

‘No, no. I'm not going anywhere,' he said, lifting his hands in the air to show he wasn't completely on board with the plan.

‘Coward.’ I scoffed, then reached for the rifle beside me and opened the door. ‘And just when I thought the man of the house would finally step up,'

He shrugged and took a step backward.

'Wait here.'

He attempted to speak, 'Um, dear...'

'Be quiet, you crackbrain.' I hushed him and stepped outside. Even though I despised Mary, my heart still couldn't let her go. I needed to find her but had to move quickly. I took a deep breath and walked quietly, ignoring the fresh breeze that blew my auburn hair back and forth. ‘Where the hell could she be?’ I saw no sign of her, not even a single soul. The street was empty, and the entire area was extremely quiet. I bet if someone threw a pin, people nearby and beyond could hear it just right.

I walked quietly along the sidewalk. My heart was racing, pulling me backward towards my small cabin. But I couldn't go back without Mary. Not that I couldn't if I wanted, but she was family. My blood. I wasn't going to let her pay for her mother's sins, much less let her die. I wanted to yell out her name in the hopes that she would hear me, but my mouth was completely shut. My throat was clogged, as if it had been held in place to prevent me from making a sound.

‘Aunt Theresa…?’ I heard a voice. It sounded just like Mary. Oh, no! I had turned and looked in the direction where they wanted me. No, no. I could hear them now. They were getting closer. Run, Theresa. Run! It was all I could think about as I stood motionless, making no effort to run. Run! Then I suddenly regained consciousness. ‘Bleep this!’ I said in a more aggressive tone, as if I was back in my body, albeit partially scared. ‘Charles...!’ I called as I started running back.

The door was still tightly shut, and I was almost ready to mount the porch, still waiting for an answer from my husband inside. ‘Charles!’ I swear I had tripped several times while getting back up on the porch, yearning to be inside. ‘Charles!’ Still no response. I banged on the door, begging to be let in, but I was being punished for all my terrible deeds. ‘Charles, please…’ I begged, but no response came.

'How nice to join us, Theresa Jones.'

I shut my eyes, dreading not looking while still banging on the door. 'Goddamn you, Charles! Open the door!

‘How very nice…’

Their sinister laughter was all I could hear, and it was the very last.

Hungerbadoo:
Anticipating

I removed the story lol. How are you, dear?

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Hungerbadoo:
Bammmiii
Good to have you here
Happy new year ma

Thank you, dear. And thank you for mentioning me. I appreciate ❤️

dodoatirice:
So one million naira was transferred to Juju, as soon as juju confirmed the money, myself and Samuel exited the room and left for home i was to return alone the following.

Happy new year. Welcome back!!!

Hungerbadoo:
Bam17 please come online and join the moving train

Hiii. Happy new year. It's been a long time

Video link 👇https://youtube.com/shorts/pqRGe7k2qig?si=zsdObZteQX9aMkHq
Those who are interested can click on the link to listen to the story.

Want more? Indicate

Video link 👇
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UGJRB2Zp1H8?si=RmJg95Nlv-vEpsmN

ACHALA THE OLD WOMAN
Video Link 👉 https://youtube.com/shorts/bVMYyGV8Y3Q?si=SAIXv1B24KfmxO3H

Also watch THE CONFESSION if you're interested
Video Link 👇
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UGJRB2Zp1H8?si=RmJg95Nlv-vEpsmN

A short story
Property of Jessica Duru.



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silverlinen:
Will surely do that.

Thank you, dear