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TWENT
"Derek open up.It's me,Tricia"I said knocking on the door feeling a little weird inside as no answer came from behind the door."Hmm,what's with the car parked outside?"I muttered under my breath staring at the flashy white car I've never seen before."Grrr!Hope it's not what I'm thinking"I said with a shrug as I knocked again shoving the silly thought off me."Derek!"I called again but it seemed no one was home.Or maybe he's shutting me out for good...Humph!Such a maniac!

"I'll be damned"I heard someone say from behind.

"Derek?"I stared with emotional feelings fluttering inside of me.

"Oh Derek!"I said rushing into his arms to his amazement."I'm so sorry.I'm so-so sorry Derek.I really should have listened to you instead of shutting you out like that.You have no idea how terrible that got me"I said sobbing uncontrollably.

"Hey...Hey!It's all right.It's all right Trish.You haven't done it yet,have you?"he asked rhetorically.

"No-no!I-I just couldn't.Can you ever forgive me?"I purred at his touch as I laid still with my hair waving in the direction of the soft eastward wind.

"Of course I do.Come on in.It's pretty hot out here"he smiled warmly sliding the door open for me as we both got in.

"-dad!M-mum!"I shook with fright rolling my eyes on my parents as they sat on the sofa staring at me happily."What are they doing here Derek?"I whispered lowly motioning with my eyes.

"Just follow me!I got you"he reassured not letting go of my hands as we went towards them.

"Ah!Why,there's our little girl.What a coincidence"my dad said happily.

"Dad?Dad,w-why are you here?"I shivered with my legs trembling underneath.

"Come darling.Come sit with us.my mum called out to me ushering me by her side."Derek told us everything sweetheart"my dad said inducing more confusion in me.

"Um,told you what?"I said pretending to be unaware of what they were talking about.

"Oh,sweedy.You don't need to be scared.You're all grown up now.C'mon,he's told us already,isn't that right son?"my dad continued.

"Yes dad!"he said giving me a smirk.

"I'm sorry mum,what did he tell you exactly?"I muttered in a confused state as I caught sight of Derek who was smiling by the corner."Derek,what did you do?"I asked glaring at him."Ohhh!"I groaned inside.

"Why,don't be such a dill dally baby.We know already"my mum teased grasping my shoulders.

"Uhm,kow what?"I said trying to play dumb.

"Uh-huh!I can't believe have got my grandybun cooking up in there"she smiled softly placing my hands on my belly.I had a tank top on.So it was almost fairly visible.My parents are really so weird.

"What?M-mum it's not what you think"I stared with guilt and shame sweeping all over me.

"Oh,be quiet"she laughed squeezing me tight till I could breathe no more.

"Your dad's not so happy about it either but what can we do.You two have our blessings,isn't that right honey?"she smiled turning to my father.

"Yes!Ahem!"he coughed,sitting up with his gold chain dangling around his neck.

"That's right.We'll make do with the wedding preparations without wasting time"

"What?!"I exclaimed with disbelief staring at them eye-openedly."No!"I shot back delinquently."No daddy!W-what about school?I mean,what about me?You guys just can't go right off without giving a damn about my own opinion.Right mum?"I turned looking at my mother that sat close to me.

"There there baby.Your father and I have already made our decision and there's no going back now.We'll see to it everything goes right okay?"she said placing my head on her bosom as if I were a baby.

"Oh,stop ma"I teased dragging my head out as I put a strand back where it belonged.

"So Trish...Derek?We'll leave you two now"he continued getting up as he made to leave for his old chamber.Good thing Derek already cleaned that up before they got back.He would have made such a fuss about it.How annoying!

"B-b-but"

"No buts now.I reckon you guys go work it out together and don't keep me waiting.Whoo!I sure missed this place as hell...Rayna come!Let's leave 'em starlings"he teased with a broad smile as he took his arms around my mum leading her all the way upstairs to do whatever thing they wanted to do...Haha!Just teasing!

"So uh,Trish you ready to talk about it now?"Derek said hanging his arms around my neck.I could feel his muscles pressing down on me.Gosh!Why do I want him this much.You better snap out of this Trish!

"Hhh!Oh don't be so corky.I'm just doing this for this baby"I shrugged trying to wiggle free.

"Oh,really?I guess you're stuck with me baby girl"he grinned running his tongue around my ear naughtily making me purr like a kitten."My!You've got such wonderful teddy bear ears"he teased clinging onto my waist.

"Derek!"I feigned with anger pulling off from him."Grrr!You're one annoying dude"I smirked back at him.

"Really?"

"Urgh!"I said giving him one of my woochy fury eyes."I better clean this off"

"Ha!Admit it!You hate me!"he grinned again leaning closer.

"Well,if I did,I wouldn't have gone up with you in bed.Tcch!"

"Ah,right!"he coughed placing his pointy finger on his lips."And you don't regret it heh?"he continued stepping outside as I followed behind.

"I-I don't know"I said shyly as we strolled in the garden gazing at every butterfly that flew by."Oh,c'mon,you should know"he said coming closer."Look Trish,I love you and I'm not just saying so because you're all preggy now.I really do mean it all and I always have and there's no how I going to stop doing that now.Not when you've got a part of me in there"he said fixing his eyes on my belly.

"Oh,please stop!"I said trying not to give in to those sweet fantasies of his.

"It's now or never Trish!Come out of your shell and say those words out to me.Come on!I want to hear you say them.If you want,you can sing.Yeah,sing for me oncemore.I really missed hearing you do that"

"I-I can't.This discussion is over Derek"I said making to leave.

"Trish..."he reached for me making me stop.

"I'm sorry Phil but I have to let go now"I said with tears dropping out of my eyes as I turned back and took my lips up in Derek's.I guess he didn't see that coming but he concurred anyway as he wrapped his arms around me tight making it look like we're shooting a movie or something.If someone ever told me Derek and I were ever going to have one romantic moment like this,I'd surely doubt that but it was actually happening right before my eyes and I certainly didn't want it to end.

"Derek!"I paused
"I...I'll marry you"I finally spat out with emotional feelings flooding inside of me.

"Yes!Yes!"he screamed with joy as he swooped me up swirling me around joyfully as I clung onto his arms not letting go...

...If only this will be my happily ever after...

GuestReader88:
When you charge #1.5 per word for a job, how would you deliver quality submissions? This rate should even be an insult to any writer that knows their onions.

4 naira per word should be the minimum unless your submissions are poor.

Xavier5:
From the look of things, you're going with a hybrid POV --- a blend of first person POV and third person POV. Personally, for the purpose of orderliness, I will suggest, you state the character who's POV your telling the story from whenever you're using first person POV, and when your doing third person POV (which is your perspective), you should specify it. In these case you could go with the term, General POV or whatever term seems catchy to you.

Aside that, interesting story 🙃. This is my first time reading royal romance though. Btw, I'm suspicious of the queen. Her 360 degree change in character is suspicious, and your synopsis --- which includes the prince willing to lose his royalty for love --- adds credence to that. That woman is definitely cooking.



#Xavier

silverlinen:
Okay, now this is something different

Write more

Xavier5:
Peace offering accepted. Now let me go and read 😌🙃


#Xavier

Bam17:
For my first story...

"Have mercy, Father, because I have sinned. I have done many terrible things that I am not proud of, and I deeply regret them." These were my exact words as I knelt outside the confessional.

  For someone who was not a Christian, I didn't think God would answer my prayer. I had never even thought he existed until the previous day...

  "I've wasted many souls," I gulped, contemplating whether telling this man was the right thing to do. "Many souls, and I humbly regret," I said remorsefully, preparing myself to bear whatever came next.

  I wasn't born a killer. In fact, I used to be a very sweet boy. The world had turned me cold, and I was left on the streets to fend for myself. The outside world was not as it appeared. I was at the mercy of whatever I could find on the streets until a man picked me up. He appeared good at the time, and I thought I had found my savior. But he wasn't my saving grace. He was the antithesis of what a Samaritan could be called—a monster disguised as a sheep. His heart was cold, very cold, and full of darkness. He was merciless, a sworn partner of the underworld prince who tortured people for fun. Men. Women. And even children who knew nothing. These were all people who had committed no crimes that warranted the death penalty. I tried to flee several times, but he always managed to reclaim me. He was a madman; a demented beast who spent his days sawing people in half. I soon became a part of his activities, abducting people and using them as we pleased. We gave each of our victims a slow, painful death, ensuring that they suffered before entering the great beyond. We were highly possessed. It was how mad we were, and how delusional. Not a single person could tell what we did. Even the cops could not identify us. We appeared charming in society, but were ruthless in our blood. One could liken us to beasts. Manslaughterers—and even organ harvesters. The latter was also part of the job. We sold every organ we claimed and profited handsomely, but we could not brag about our wealth because of the horrible life we lived—

  I didn't know when my tears dropped; I'd finished recounting my ordeal. I bet the Reverend was surprised. My confession must have shaken him to the core. A heavy load was lifted off of me, and I felt a sense of inner peace. At the very least, I was going to pay for my sins, comforted by the knowledge that I had told the world what I had done. I was prepared to face the law. I didn't want to be a vagabond anymore, so I waited for the cops to come.

  My atrocities were enormous, and I never imagined God would forgive me for shedding innocent blood. Just then, a light shone on me, and I looked intently, completely perplexed. The cries of the restless spirits that followed me everywhere had stopped; they had vanished. I cried bitter tears, hoping for salvation, but I knew there was no escaping this—I was going to pay dearly for my sins.

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By the way, I still haven't found the perfect title

Xavier5:
Giving me the Annabelle, Chucky and Imaginary vibe 😏.

Beautiful stories you have going, but I don't know if it's just me, the stories seem incomplete. We deserve closures on them 🙃.

Amazing stories btw 🙌.



#Xavier

Babbyad:
I'm enjoying stories... Is there a way you can compressed all to PDF series by series. Then sell.

ProjectsCityNG:

silverlinen:
Okay, now this is something different

Write more

silverlinen:


I dey with you always

Bam17:
For my first story...

"Have mercy, Father, because I have sinned. I have done many terrible things that I am not proud of, and I deeply regret them." These were my exact words as I knelt outside the confessional.

  For someone who was not a Christian, I didn't think God would answer my prayer. I had never even thought he existed until the previous day...

  "I've wasted many souls," I gulped, contemplating whether telling this man was the right thing to do. "Many souls, and I humbly regret," I said remorsefully, preparing myself to bear whatever came next.

  I wasn't born a killer. In fact, I used to be a very sweet boy. The world had turned me cold, and I was left on the streets to fend for myself. The outside world was not as it appeared. I was at the mercy of whatever I could find on the streets until a man picked me up. He appeared good at the time, and I thought I had found my savior. But he wasn't my saving grace. He was the antithesis of what a Samaritan could be called—a monster disguised as a sheep. His heart was cold, very cold, and full of darkness. He was merciless, a sworn partner of the underworld prince who tortured people for fun. Men. Women. And even children who knew nothing. These were all people who had committed no crimes that warranted the death penalty. I tried to flee several times, but he always managed to reclaim me. He was a madman; a demented beast who spent his days sawing people in half. I soon became a part of his activities, abducting people and using them as we pleased. We gave each of our victims a slow, painful death, ensuring that they suffered before entering the great beyond. We were highly possessed. It was how mad we were, and how delusional. Not a single person could tell what we did. Even the cops could not identify us. We appeared charming in society, but were ruthless in our blood. One could liken us to beasts. Manslaughterers—and even organ harvesters. The latter was also part of the job. We sold every organ we claimed and profited handsomely, but we could not brag about our wealth because of the horrible life we lived—

  I didn't know when my tears dropped; I'd finished recounting my ordeal. I bet the Reverend was surprised. My confession must have shaken him to the core. A heavy load was lifted off of me, and I felt a sense of inner peace. At the very least, I was going to pay for my sins, comforted by the knowledge that I had told the world what I had done. I was prepared to face the law. I didn't want to be a vagabond anymore, so I waited for the cops to come.

  My atrocities were enormous, and I never imagined God would forgive me for shedding innocent blood. Just then, a light shone on me, and I looked intently, completely perplexed. The cries of the restless spirits that followed me everywhere had stopped; they had vanished. I cried bitter tears, hoping for salvation, but I knew there was no escaping this—I was going to pay dearly for my sins.

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By the way, I still haven't found the perfect title

Bam17:
Dedicating this to God first of all, and then to my awesome friend, Xavier5. Dude has always been there for me. I love you big time!

Oh, and do check out his books He's an amazing writer