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ToluLolu0122:
Haba! Chipappii, why did August have to do die like that?

Anyway, they all allowed Vengeance to rule their lives and it ruined their Family

Great story, you deserve a Medal.

Thanks dear. I appreciate the medal

djbasket:
so painful

Yea, it was

Wane2:
I loved it as August died, he was very stupid to be used for revenge, because revenge only brings more revenge. Anyway this was a nice ending, the story was bloody from start to finish. May you never run out of ideas for more amazing stories bro.

Thanks bro. I appreciate

Gudnyt peeps.

Chinaza was there at my door looking like she came for a fight. I wasn't expecting anything less since it took close to 1 hr and dozens of missed calls for me to get to her. You can't blame me, I had to intercept at least 5 girls on my way back. They were all old acquaintances so no new chic. Shape wasn't in and everywhere was as dry as harmattan air.

"You look beautiful," I started with my flattery, I needed her to smile. I was not in the mood to be lashed on.
"Where have you been?" she started slowly as was usual with her. If you don't know Naza and happen to Judge her with her tone, then you are in for something hotter than hell.
"Baby don't be angry, I forgot my bag at school," I said and she frisked me with her eyes, flapping her naturally long eyelashes in an enticing way.
"So where is the bag?"
"I didn't say I went back to bring it, did I?" my lie had hooked me in my throat. I had miscalculated. I didn't even have a school bag.
"So what took you long if you didn't go back for the bag?"
"Naza leave me alone, if you hadn't lost the key I gave you, you would have just come in and relaxed," I grumbled, she kept quiet to my surprise. I opened the door and we went in. I closed the curtains and hugged her, the pregnancy creating a little obstruction for me but it didn't stop me from kissing her. She returned the kisses.
"Hmm, this one you are allowing me to touch you anyhow?" I asked and she smiled weakly.
"I don't have strength for your arguments joor."
I led her to the bed and she sat on it. I got her a can of malt from the fridge. She took it without a thank you and got me to open it for her.

"Are you hungry?" I asked and she nodded.
"Do I cook indomie for you?"
"Anything is ok," she murmured and fell back on the bed. I switched on the TV for her and ran into my little kitchen. Something within me was signaling me that Naza was going to reject that indomie and ask for something else, maybe Pizza. So I opened one packet of indomie and dipped it into the boiling water. Sprayed the seasoning on it and covered the pot. A bachelor's way of cooking noodles.

I fell back into the room and into her arms. We watched the tv silently while rubbing each others hands. It was soothing in a way and I realized how much I had missed her.

15 minutes later, the smell of burning noodles in the kitchen jilted us.
"Chinecherem, the indomie is burning," Naza called, slapping me up from her laps. I jumped up and jumped my way into the kitchen. The indomie had burned but not that much.
"Baby it's only browned, there's not much burning on it," I told her.
"I know, put that one in a plate for yourself and cook another one for me. It's not good for the baby to be eating burned food."

I hissed and did as commanded. I had no choice. A new packet of indomie and a new burning of gas, life with Naza is sweet but hardly easy. I was just out of the kitchen when Shape walked into my room, making noise with Chinaza and bouncing her boobs and booty all over the place. They did their girly greetings, sweetheart and sweet names flying all over the place, one would have thought they were a bunch of lesbians. Then shape asked.
"Hey, something nice is smelling. Neche what are you cooking?"
"I am boiling water. She wants to take her bath," I answered.
"Hmm, this water that smells like Indomie."
"Don't mind him, he burnt the first one and he is cooking another one," Naza intercepted.
"Hey, baby how many are you cooking, I hope it will be enough for all of us?" Shape asked, cuddling close to me, all jittery.
"It's just one o."
"Make it two naa, eh sweetheart," she said, giving me one of those seductive look and smile.
"Make it three," Willie called from outside, coming into the room with Shape's handbag. Shape rolled her eyes at him and faced me again. I and Naza just stared wide eyed at Willie. Neither of us knew that shape had been with him.

"What are you doing here?" I asked my brother.
"What is she doing here?" he asked me, pointing at Chinaza.
"I came to see my baby daddy," Naza replied.
"Ehe, me I came to see my baby mama," Willie said and we all laughed.
"So what are you making two?" Willie asked.
"So you didn't even know and you were asking for three?" Chinaza asked. I was becoming quiet. With the way things were turning out, the afternoon lunch was going to be on my account. I simply lacked the appetite to talk.
"Tell me naa, maybe I will even add my own," he said.
"Baby, we are cooking Indomie," shape said and eyed me. I kept wondering where she got that we from.
"Okay, then make it five, three for me," Willie finally declared and then from nowhere, James came in with his books yelling make it seven. At this point, it took the man in me to stop me from crying. I merely sniffed. Everyone laughed because they thought it was funny. I was in this mood when I heard a familiar sexy voice at my door say "Make it 8,". We all turned to the door and Chinecherem was there, looking like Miss Unizik, fresh, succulent and all.
We all shot her daggers with our various eyes but I think shape shot her fire.

"I forgot my Bible," she protested and before she was done explaining why she came back, the second packet of Indomie burned.



http://gistrealm..com/2017/06/diary-of-broke-playboy-59.html?m=1

One Short update for the night

supizino:
y i go follow you dey 4 bed? i dey craze? i value my yansh more than anything o

Lol. Waka

damis28crown:
Thanks I Enjoy Evry Bit Of D Story

Welcome dear

damis28crown:
chippaii is dat d end

Yes dear

One last Dance [ A short story]


https://www.nairaland.com/3865720/last-dance-short-story

MhizDherbee:
Papii......

Present!

MhizDherbee:
Papii, drag it a little longer... I would love a dope ending for this amazing story. Wadyu guys think

Bae I wish I could. It has been exhausted. Thanks dear

You guys shouldn't vex abeg, I couldn't let August live. Thanks.

Bows out from thread.


Obinnau, Lalasticlala.

The cool wind blew and the Church bell chimed 10pm.
"See, there has to be something you are willing to sacrifice everything for even yourself," Williams said and drew a line on the floor with his hand.
"That would be my family. Dad, Mom, Joseph, Maria, August, you bro. Even you." Jaycee replied and stared into the starry sky. August sniffed and Oscar glanced around the graveyard.
"I'm trying to make you understand something," Williams said.
"The type of something that would make you give up your family like that, your blood?"
"I needed to avenge her, she meant to me what nobody will ever mean. She gave me this kind of happiness that lasted only with her existence in my life."

Jaycee smiled and stared across to his brother, looking him in the face.
"Do you think she would have done same thing for you, if you had been the one killed?" he asked and Williams nodded with a smile.
"Everything is over now. Glad the three of us came out of it unscathed. Maybe we should pick up whatever that's left and move on. I love you guys and I swear that's the whole truth."
Jaycee shook his head and August stared on in silence.
"Unscathed? We are all fucking scathed by the betrayal, we can never forget in a long time. You are demented man, you really are."
"We should move on. I wouldn't want to see you guys hurt anymore. St Mathews is the most beastly of places."
"Yes, we should move up until you fall in love with another vulnerable girl who will get killed and then you sell us out again to avenge her. We shouldn't be talking to you," he said and got up from the grave where he sat. August followed suit.

"I'm always around, looking out for you guys. Just call on me if you need me," he said and stood up.
"Williams?" August called him for the first time. He turned to him.
"Did you kill Moms and Pops?" he asked. Jaycee turned and faced Williams. He had forgotten to ask that question.
"See, there are things we do in life that we have little control over and... "
"You killed them then," August interrupted. Williams didn't reply.
"They were our blood, Joseph and Maria. I thought in St Mathews that was all that mattered. I would give the world just to have them smile at me. I thought we lived to protect each other, I thought that was what made us family. I thought blood was supposed to matter above all else, isn't that so? Isn't it?" he yelled and he voice spread into the night.
"We do the silliest things for love little bro, I doubt if you understand that yet," he replied.
"No, I understand perfectly well. I had a family I placed above all else and when the time came, I came back here, to this shithole for a duty I owe to them. A girl I loved, I shot up her folks for my family. I would have killed her too. But you, you chose a girl over your family and you say you love us."
"I do bro, I love you guys but shit happens and I"m sorry for it all, not that I regret. She meant the world to me," he said and stared at him, doubting his capacity to understand that.

"There was no justification and you don't deserve to live. Jaycee would let you walk out alive, maybe he has some good memory of you in the past, maybe that's why. I was little and I remember nothing of worth about you except that you murmured my family. I have no problem shooting you!"

He had pulled out his gun before his speech could assimilate. He raised it and shot him twice, point blank. Williams fell slowly, the shock reflecting on his face. He fell face down. August walked closer to him and proceeded to empty the clip on his back, not stopping until the gun went empty. He turned to Jaycee with a glint in his eyes.

"I feel better," he said and shoved the gun back into his hips.
"Come here," Jaycee commanded him and he walked into his open hands. They shared a hug that lasted a few seconds.
"I thought nobody was going to do that," he murmured. "The fool deserved something worse than a bullet in the head but that was good for starters. He should now rot in hell."

They walked out of the graveyard together barely making a sound. In the distance, at the entrance to the church, they saw the silhouette of a girl, her hair flying with the wind. August knew it was Janet. She stood there, her hands in the pocket of her hoodie. They walked close to her and he stood before her, staring her in the face. She said nothing, she just stood there, looking at him. Then he spoke first.

"Did you bring the police?" he asked and she shook her head.
"I just came to see you, I thought I would find you here."
"I'm not sorry for what I did but I do care for you if it will matter to you," he said.
"I know and I understand. My father shot your brother and you hated him for that. Just like I am so mad at you now for killing him and my mother too. I understand the bitterness better now and I still love you," she said and fell into his arms, letting out loud sobs. He wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes.
"I love you too Janet and I am sorry I had to hurt you like that," he said and felt her deep her right hand into her pocket again still clinging onto him with the left. He felt the nozzle too late to pull out.
"I love you so much and I am sorry, they were my everything," she cried and pulled the trigger. He felt the hot bullets pierce his intestines before the deafening sound of gunshot. He opened his eyes wide and fell back slowly. She shot him again and again before Jaycee cut her short with a bullet to the side. Oscar took his own shot and caught her in the thigh before Jaycee finished her off with a shot to the chest. She fell with a thud and closed her eyes slowly.

"August!" Jaycee yelled and ran to his brother on the floor. He didn't get to make any last minute conversations. He died before he had even gotten to the ground. He fell on him and gave out a blood curling scream, his voice rising into the silent, Cold night. Oscar knelt beside him and put his hand round his shoulder, fighting back his own tears. He felt like he had practically raised August to what he grew to be. His own heart ached and he wished her would rise like Jaycee had risen. Jaycee shook heavily, scooping his brother from the ground into his arms. He watched the finely carved face bereft of innocence. He came to notice how much their features matched. He buried his face in his motionless chest and sobbed again. In a swift turn, he picked his gun from the ground and stuck it to his head, pulling the trigger.

The hammer clicked and the gun made no sound. Oscar snatched the gun and grabbed him.
"Fucking pull yourself together man. Only cowards take that path. Think of Nancy and what will happen if she hears you're dead."
He snatched himself from his hand and knelt beside his brother's body. The mention of Nancy had gotten to him.
"He was just a boy, he was my kid brother," he said and cried. "What do I have now?" he asked.
"You have me and you have Nancy who loves you. Don't just die up on her. She's already given everything to see you live. So fucking live and don't let the Donati name die," he said and sat on the ground beside him. They sat there for what seemed an eternity. Jaycee sniffed and stood up.

"We should get his body out of here and give him a proper burial," he said and lifted him off the ground. They walked out of the church premises to the car outside.

The church bell chimed 12 am.


The end... .

http://gistrealm..com/2017/06/cold-48-end.html?m=1

After much considerations and Observations, I find Jaycee innocent and declare August guilty hence I bring you the concluding part of this heartbreaking story.


Abeg make una no roast me o,

The elevator binged and they waited for a split second before its doors parted. A very fine girl stood before them, waiting to step into the elevator. Stanley beamed her a smile which she ignored and brushed past them into the elevator.
"Bitches," he muttered under his breath. "A whole lot of money will get you a flock of them, Money that we will be having very soon."
Williams nodded absent mindedly as they walked down the hall to suite 107c, Jameson suit.

"Bitches, was that all you thought of Maria?" Williams asked all of a sudden and threw him off guard. Stanley shot him a look and let out a fake laugh.
"Of course not, I loved her really but like you always say, there are certain things that we are often forced to do and we get to have no choice. You do realized that I held her above any other girl, don't you?" he asked, placing his hand on the door knob.
"Yes I understand perfectly well," he nodded and Stanley turned the knob.

They walked into the tastily furnished suite and feasted on it with their eyes. The door led directly into the little but comfy sitting room. The television was on and Jameson sat on a couch backing the door. The day's dailies rested on his laps and he peeked at the pages through his spectacles.

Stanley took the lead and Williams dragged slowly behind until they stood before him, separated only by the glass table accommodating his eye glass case and a glass of wine. Jameson peeked at them over the rims of his spectacle and frowned.
"He is the one boss," Stanley announced and Williams smiled.
"I see, what's his name again?" Jameson asked, looking at Stanley.
"Williams," Williams answered and got a chilly look from him.
"You only talk when you are talked to young man," he cautioned icly and the smile froze on Williams face. He murmured his apologies and kept mute.
"He is Williams sir," Stanley repeated.
"I heard him the first time," he said and dropped the paper on the table.
"I have heard stories about you, how reliable and how cold you can be," he said to Williams. Williams nodded and kept looking at him, eyeball to eyeball.
"I would like to trust you but I need a good reason to. Just give me one reason I should trust someone that killed his parents and his siblings just to get to the top, how safe am I with you?" he asked, maintaining eye contact with him. He often believed he could tell the character of a man through the shadows in his eyes, but he saw nothing in Williams eyes. They were dark as hell. He waited for an answer to his questions, a few seconds dragged by and he only got a smile for an answer. He shifted on his seat and coughed lightly. Stanley shot Williams a look and swore under his breath.

"I would like you to be totally honest with me, how much would it take for you to put a hit on me, don't tell me you can't do it. Every man has his price so tell me how much?" he asked. Williams thought for a while and let out a sharp answer.

"Nothing, I'd do it for free," he replied. Jameson let out an uneasy smile and Stanley squeezed his face.
"You don't care for money, do you? All those things you did, the people you killed, your parents? You didn't do it for money?" he asked.
"No, I don't care for money. I only care to see you dead," he said and pulled his gun from his waist. Stanley reached for his piece but reached late. Williams put a bullet through his left thigh and another through his left hand. He fell with a scream and a thud.
He switched to a stung Jameson.
"Have you lost your mind? What do you think you are doing?" he asked, moving his hand stealthily to the gun on the side stool on his right, Williams didn't miss it. He shot him on the hand, once. He let out a shriek and held his shattered hand.

"You remember Taylor?" he asked and Jameson managed to nod through the stinging pain burning in his fresh.
"Then you must remember Kim too, she was his daughter. Got killed along with his father. Word has it that you were responsible and it's very personal to me. I loved her and she loved me," he said and caressed the trigger.
"You are pathetic boy. You did all these because of some bitch that her father would have tossed your poor ass over a cliff if he found out you were dating her," he swore in between clenched teeth.
"I am not here because of her father. I am here because of her. And she was no bitch. She was Kim and she was my first love."

He bit his lips and squeezed the trigger, emptying his leads on him as he shook from impact with the bullet, shattered by it. He pulled the trigger once more and the clip clicked empty. He sniffed and turned to Stanley on the floor, nursing his pain with groans.

"The things we do for love bro. My love for her and your love for money," he said to a terrified Stanley. He replaced the empty clip and pointed it at him.
"Difference is, I would burn any amount it took to have her back, in my arms. Heck, I killed my folks and sold out my family too, that's what she meant to me. But you, you will kill anybody just for money, Maria too, you just gave her up after all those loves you professed to her. She was sweet and she was my sister and she was no bitch," he said. He waited for no protest. He shot him three times on the chest and watched him sprawl out on the floor, in his own pool of blood.


"Do you think he missed on purpose?" Oscar asked as he drove through the empty streets with Jaycee and August.
"Nobody misses like that, he could have taken us out if he wanted to.
"Maybe he is sorry for the things he actually put you guys through, maybe you could start a family, the three of you, what do you say?"
"I say I'd rather jump off a bridge than spend another 10 seconds with the fool without putting a bullet in between his teeth," August said. Jaycee shot him a glance at the back of the car and smiled.
"I could lend you my gun for that purpose," he said and sat back on his chair.
"What is this world coming to? Brothers shooting up brothers and stuffs," Oscar muttered floored the gas.


http://gistrealm..com/2017/06/cold-47.html?m=1

Epluribusunom:
I've been engrossed with this bro, but try and reduce the killings, gangsters' knew the worth of a life.

Thanks man. Can't help the killings. It's somehow necessary. Its ending already shaa.

BlissfulJeff:
nice update bro

Thanks bro.

zpetstunner:
bros more update pls........


the Suspense z killing....

am a ghost reader but if I no comment for dis update



dem my case is not ordinary.......... lol ;Dbros more update pls........


the Suspense z killing....

am a ghost reader but if I no comment for dis update



dem my case is not ordinary.......... lol

Lol. Thanks man

Wane2:
Oscar has brainwashed August, I don't think they are dead otherwise it would be too easy. The story is getting more complex, Good job bro.

Thanks bro..

One last Dance [ A short story]


https://www.nairaland.com/3865720/last-dance-short-story

Donwilly20:
bro u just made my day

Thanks bro.

chimavalentine:
guy...this ur write up just made my day....HV bn smiling since I read this ur story

Thanks bro.

gtin:
I swear if Chinaza doesnt kill u who will?

. Nobody o

BlissfulJeff:
nice one bro

Thanks bro

supizino:
hmm i smell lies

Lol. You follow me dy the bed?

zpetstunner:
we are waiting boss

Sure bro. Another one on the way

MhizDherbee:
Chipapii u stole my precious sleep away from me.... I stayed up all nyt to read dis and i must confess that it was worth every second of it!!! Keep it up Papii... Buh you just have to find a way to return my sleep.... Lol!

Lol. Thanks dear. My bedside is empty if you are still looking for that sleep

MhizDherbee:
Chipapii, u r good! I love you for dat.... Would you be my Jason

Lol. Thanks dearie.

Only if you are Clara

zpetstunner:
baba u be da best no doubt I believe u die

Thanks bro .