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Divepen1:
This is a short story, not a flash fiction

Thanks bro. Corrected

jummiepearl:
Naza issa bae

Nice one chipappii

Thanks dearie

The next fears days were spent by them trying to heal their hearts. She wanted to get back at him someway, to make him feel the hurt she felt. They never got to see each other again for a while until she had walked out one afternoon to get tomatoes for her mother. He was with his friend and one other girl. The girl was with his friend obviously. Her heart missed a beat when he saw his handsome face approaching from the other end. Jason's heart had skipped also when he saw her. She looked more beautiful than ever. He was going to smile at her if they got closer but she had deliberately avoided his eyes and locked it on his friend.

"Clara," Evans called her and she smiled at him. With the corner of her eyes, she watched the shadow pass over Jason's eyes. It thrilled her a bit.
"How are you Evans? Are you going to dance?" she had asked, shocking Jason and bringing up an uneasy smile from Evans. She only smiled back and trotted away.

She got a call from Jason an hour later. He begged over and over again. She was so beautiful that he didn't want to let go. She dropped the call on him, a thing that killed him. He lay on his bed mourning his loss and being angry at her for being so mean. He heard a knock on his door and barked a come in. The door opened slowly and he watched her come in, thrilled and his heart hammering at the same time. He jumped from his bed and sat up.

"Clara?" he called. She walked up to him on the bed and sat beside him.
"I am really sorry for everything," he started and she hushed him.
"Can we dance again?" she asked.
"Yes, I have a new music in my phone and I know a dance," he said excitedly.
"Shut up, I was talking about the other dance. I want it," she said and kissed him. He felt feverish with passion and held onto her.
"I love you so much," he muttered.
"I love you too."
He pulled off his top and held her. She stopped him.
"But on one condition," she said.
"What condition?"
"It will be the last one."
He nodded with a cute smile that made her heart throb.
"Let's have our last dance, one that will keep us together forever."


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The End... ..... ........


Cc; Obinnau, Lalasticlala

She ran out of the room and into the street, blind with rage. She had been played, that was how she saw it all. Her flip-flops clapped on the asphalt as she made her way over to his house. She was mad as it was.

She met him halfway to their house. He was with two of his friends. Maybe he was telling them about the dance, she thought. Just maybe.
"Sweetheart," he called on seeing her. She ignored him and gave him a light shove on the chest, ignoring those around him.

"What was that dance you and your silly friends were always blabbing about, huh?" she yelled and he thought she looked even more appealing as she was angry.
"Baby, what are you talking about?" he asked, confused and shocked with the way she had pushed him.
"Do not baby me you slimy bastard. So that was the dance and it was all you had cared about right?" she asked, getting madder by the second.
"Sweetheart, if only you could calm down and make me understand," he pleaded, trying to hold her hands. She slipped them away and landed him a slap on the cheek. He flinched and the boys around bit their lips.
"I don't want to ever see you again!" she yelled and walked out on him while he watched helplessly.

"She slapped you and you let her go like that?" one of the guys said.
"Shut up," he blasted him and walked out on them.

He spent the rest of the day blowing up her phone and having her cut it each time. She spent her own rest of the day, crying and getting angry at everything, her own naivety inclusive. She was mad at the way she had smiled when he praised her in front of his friends for being a good dancer. If only she had known what they meant by dancing. Most of all, she was sad that she was going to let him go. She loved him despite what he had done.

Patrick barged into her room like he always did, without knocking. She hid her face from him. She didn't want him to know that she had been crying.
"Your pretty boy is asking for you downstairs," he announced and turned to leave.
"I don't want to see him," she muttered and sniffed. He observed the tear in her voice and turned to her.
"What is wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing, tell him to go, I don't want to see him."
He crept into her bed and pulled her to himself against her protests.
"Did he do something to upset you?" he asked. She shook her head and her anger transfered to him. How could he not have noticed her countenance when he started the dance thing in the morning?
"Was it that dance?" he asked all of a sudden and she kept mute, burying her head in his chest.

"Oh, poor you, you thought the dance was just dance? And now you think he used you?" he asked and she found herself nodding against her will. Patrick was her only brother and her only confidant too.
"I think he loves you, everybody loves you and I doubt if he would have wanted to use you against your wish," he said and it made her feel better to assume that he actually loved her and not the dance. Then Patrick capped it with his usual jerky trait.

"Go and meet him there. Dad will soon be back and meet him there. Then you will cry the real cry."
He pulled her up and wiped her face. He let her walk out to him alone. Since she was already dancing, then she is old enough to handle her own problems, he thought.

She met him outside their gate. She felt an urge to run into his arms and stay there for the rest of the evening.
"Just go, leave me alone," she found herself saying.
"I am sorry Clara. I care about you and not that stupid dance of a thing," he confessed.
"Stop calling it a dance because it's not. You deceived me and bragged to your friends about it. I hate you so much."
He stared at her lacking the words to express himself. He loved her and wouldn't have slept with her if she hadn't wanted it but he was ready to take the blames.

"Just go and don't come looking for me again," she said with a tone of finality and walked into the house ignoring his calls.

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She woke very late the next day all excited with the thrill of a new love, one totally different from the ones she had been involved in during her secondary school days. She went through her phone and found his message waiting unread.

"Good morning beautiful, how was your night? I miss you here already."
She smiled and texted him back.
"My night was warm with the thought of you. I miss you more."

She dragged herself up from the bed and into her bathroom, cleaned up and came out. She had just changed to her blue gown when her brother badged into her room without a knock.
"Dad wants to see you right now," he announced in a way that made her blood rush. She assumed she was in trouble and paused on reprimanding Patrick for walking into her room like that.
"Do you know why?" she asked with her heart in her mouth.
"Not really but I think he saw you with your pretty boy yesterday."
He saw the fear hover over her pretty face and shook his head.
"You had better hurry up and see him, I don't understand his mood this morning."

She said a little prayer in her mind and walked down the stairs to the parlor where her father stood, obviously waiting for her.
"Dad?" she called slowly, he turned to her with a little frown on his face.
"Good morning sir," she greeted and he nodded.
"How are you dear?"
"I am fine sir," she replied and relaxed. She was glad he added a dear to that.
"Where is Patrick? Thought I told him to come and get me something?" he asked, looking up the stairs. It then dawned on her that she had fallen to another of her brother's many tricks. She moved back and made to run up the stairs.
"I will call him," she said.
"Don't worry, maybe you can even do it better than him," he called her back and she stopped, a trifle disappointed.
"It's just some drugs, I think I saw a chemist shop down the road yesterday. It's not that far."

She ran up the stair with the money for the drugs and ran into her brother's room. She met him brushing his Jean trouser.
"For your mind you are smart abi?" she asked and he grinned in reply.
"I don't have the time to be looking for any chemist shop. I'v got a date."
"With who? That girl?" she asked.
"Which girl?" he asked with a frown.
"How many girls do the two of us know here? The one you left me for the other day. The cute girl one."
"Oh, not her. This new girl, she's cuter than that one and she's invited me for a dance," he said with a wide grin.
"It's like all they do here is dance," she murmured.
"Have you danced with your pretty boy?" he asked and pulled his black body hug polo from the wardrobe.
"Yea, yesterday. I wonder what's so special about it," she murmured. Patrick let out a scoff.
"Did he dance good?" he asked.
"Maybe but I rocked him hard. You should have seen me," she said excitedly. Patrick sat on the bed and broke into a laugh.
"What's funny?" she asked.
"Nothing really, I thought you were a virgin?"
"What has that got to do with dancing?" she asked, looking at his naughty brother. He stood up from the bed and pulled his bedside drawer.
"You are too naive for my liking," he said and picked a condom from the drawer. "You shouldn't be like that when you have someone like me around. You are very beautiful and shouldn't let this guys play with you."
"Patrick what type of dance do you do with a condom?" she asked, staring at the shinning sachet in his hands and not wanting to discuss her affairs with her randy brother.

"See why I said you were naive. A dance in this neighborhood is not the regular dance you know in our former neighborhood," he explained. It was then that she understood the whole dance thing. She then understood why he had asked her that question, "Really, you want to dance." she came to understand why he was more in a hurry to get her to bed than he was to switch on the stereo.

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"Let's do it," she said, locking his eyes with hers. He bit his lips and pulled her down to his chest.
"Are you sure?" he had asked and she nodded. He had helped her UnCloth, running his fingers through her smooth skin, etching into her body, a tingling sensation that made her close her eyes. He stripped down to his inner wear and lay on her naked body, kissing her lips and rubbing his skin against hers. He went into her slowly while she savored the pain and the pleasure. She tried to shut out the pain but it seemed impossible as the pain grew for every inch deep he went in.
"Wait," she moaned and opened her eyes. He stopped and propped himself up with his elbow.
"Let me climb you, that way I can move at my own pace and it will help me control the pain."
He obliged her and they switched position. She mounted him and moved slowly but steady. They both shut their eyes as she damned the pain and rode him faster, oblivious of the blood that tickled out of her wet vulva.

He kissed her over and over again as she shyed away from his passionate gazes.
"Do you hate me?" he had asked and she shot her beautiful eyes at him.
"Why would I hate you?"
"Because of this," he said, referring to their act of intimacy.
"I love you more now," she whispered and got showered with bouts of kisses from him.

He walked her home, his hand gripping hers as they strolled. The sun was running down west at 5:30 pm. He would rub her hand gently each time and she would let out a soft laughter. She was in love and fulfilled.
They met his friends where they always meet. They had watched them approaching, hand in hand and in love. Her face was bright like the mid morning sun and they had all liked the way she looked.

"Hello guys," he had greeted and shook their hands one after the other. They each threw her a hello and a flirty look. She blushed and grabbed his hand more.
"Did you guys dance?" one of his friends asked and he nodded. She smiled shyly.
"Was she good?"
"She was brilliant and sweet and she was the best too," he announced and everyone threw her a look. They had each wanted her.
They left them and walked on to her house. They stood some meters away from the entrance and faced each other.
"I love you a million folds," he confessed and she giggled. He saw the innocence in her eyes and loved her more. She was a sweet beautiful girl. He completed the confession with a kiss which was interrupted by Patrick.
"You two have tried, you can now go home while I escort her inside," he said and grabbed her hand. He bade her goodnight and flew her a kiss, one that she returned with her lips and her eyes. Away from the prying eyes of her elder brother.

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"Oh my, you are so beautiful," He murmured as she let him hug her. She knew from the way she had admired herself in her mirror and the sleek pink gown that hugged her body, she just knew that she was beautiful in it but she was worried she wouldn't be beautiful enough for him and when he made that comment, she was thrilled. She buried herself deep into his arms and closed her eyes. Her body spelt the word 'PEACE' out and she was in love. He led her through the richly furnished sitting room to the stairs. He laid back on the handrails and brought her closer, sealing her trembling mouth shut with his lips. She wound her arms round his neck and he slid his down to her well defined hips and they kissed like they just discovered it, both their eyes shut and struggling for each other's lips. When they ran out of breath, he lifted her off the ground and took her upstairs to his room. He gently laid her on the cosy mattress and ran to his fridge.

"I don't want anything, just come here," she ordered. He obeyed and shut the fridge. He fell into her waiting arms and they smooched on the soft mattress, the air filled with sweet flavors from the air refresher he had just bought added a spice to their Romance. She would forever reminisce of that moment every time she heard that scent.
"Let's dance," she had asked him amidst the kisses and he stopped. He looked her in the eyes with a smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Really, you want to dance?" he asked and she nodded. She didn't wait for him to speak again, she stood from the bed, feverish with excitement and ran to the sound system in the room. She flicked it on and the room was drowned in sweet melodies, one that got to her brain. She pulled him from the bed and fell into his arms. The held each other and swayed slowly to the rhythm of the song. For the over three minutes the song played, they both shut their eyes and danced slowly to it, loving every drop of it. And then the track ended and she stopped.

"Is that all?" he asked and she shook her head. She was going to show him more. She changed the song to a loud hip hop and backed him. She rubbed her backside against his crotch and made it jiggle independently without even making much movement. His body tensed and he felt the sensation envelope him, he closed his eyes and bit his lips lightly. The bass speakers throbbed and her buttocks flowed to its rhythm, hitting him hard in the crotch and raising more sensations. She turned to face him and dropped her hand on his shoulder, pulling him closer to her. They stood chest to chest as he felt her firm nipples burning against his chest. She danced to a stoop and stood with equal agility, brushing him hard with her rock hard breasts. He grabbed her by the bum and caught her lips with his. He kissed her out of breath and took her to bed, she let him.
"I am a virgin," she declared amidst the excitement and saw the fire in his eyes die slowly. He stopped his advances and knelt on the bed, staring down at her. He never thought of it, she had rocked him so perfectly well, something that not all virgins could do.
"Really?" he had managed to ask. She nodded slightly and held his hand.
"Not that I don't want you to do it, I'm just scared of the pain," she confessed with an innocent look he had never seen before. It made him weak and his desire for her only peaked. He collapsed beside her and together they stared up at the ceiling, following the rotation of the ceiling fan with their eyes.
"I love you," she murmured and snuggled closer to him. He held her and kissed her forehead.
"I love you too," he whispered into her ear. She grabbed him with excitement and kissed him deeply.

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"I asked if you were lost," he had repeated, snapping her out of her awestruck moment. She took in his shinning chocolate complexion, his bushy eyebrows and smiling eyes with one look and fell in love with them. She heard the question but had never believed how difficult it could be to give out a simple answer.
"No, I mean yes I am lost," she had stammered difficultly and he iced her nervousness with a smile that froze her pounding heart.
"Its okay, what's your number?" he had asked and she had hushed herself from spilling out her mobile number to him. She had to be sure he was asking for it, she had fallen helplessly but nevertheless, she wouldn't want to appear so.
"What?" she had asked and he threw her a new style of smile that was even more effective than the first.
"I meant, what's your house number?"
"Oh, 39," she replied with a blush.

He had walked her to their new house that day. He left her at their gate, taking with him, her name and mobile number, her heart too and leaving her with his name and a promise to come and pick her in the evening, to show her the rest of the neighborhood.

She had ran into the house, her heart leaping to the promise of what might be her first love story. She only remembered she was out with Patrick when he met him in their sitting room, smiling mischievously at her while her parents eyed her with anger in their various eyes. She was roasted for being the bad one and Patrick the dutiful one. She didn't complain or try to. She was just to excited to do that. She was 18 and felt something heavy and interesting was coming her way.

The evening of that eventful day was the next big thing in her life after her secondary school graduation party. He had held her hand and walked her all through the neighborhood and showed her the places she should know ordinarily. And when he introduced her to his friends as his love at first sight without her permission, she was way over herself with excitement which she tried so hard to conceal but her pretty eyes had to just show it.
None of them tried to deny that she was beautiful. She looked like a Sunday creation and it was very easy to fall for her. All she had to was blink twice and you are on your knees, begging for mercy. A smile from her would freeze any heart.
They had asked if she could dance and Jason shook his head. Saying they hadn't tried. The rest of the evening was the best of all the evenings in her life and when he had kissed her on the lips for a goodnight, her whole body woke with a kind of desire she had never felt before.

Now, she would have to learn every single dance step the world had ever known and she would unleash them on him. She stood before her mirror, twerking to the next hip hop song that had come up on her phone. Her figure was sexy and it wasn't so hard to make a dance out of it or to make her curved out backside shake. Her waist was elastic in a sort and moving it wasn't so hard for her. She could dance and she was going to show it to Jason.

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Clara tapped on the play button in her IPhone 6 music interface and the soft melodious mambo came on, filling the entire air with Romance. She tried to stand on her toe with her left leg and kick the right leg to the back, intending to spread her hands afterwards like a ballerina would often do but then, she wasn't a ballet and she couldn't possibly stand on her toes. She had been at it for 2 days now but to her, it felt like ages.
She knew how to dance and rock her body whichever way she wanted to but she also wanted to learn a new way to dance. It meant nothing to her but she thought it meant a lot to Jason. Her newly found prince charming. Two days of breaking her toe nail and nearly cracking her leg bones in an effort to learn a new way to please him.

She hadn't been long in her new neighborhood when she met him. She had accompanied her elder brother to buy bread for breakfast at a nearby store. It was quite easy. Go to the store, make your order over the counter, grab your loaf of bread, pay and go home. It was going to be just like that if Patrick hadn't seen a pretty girl he fell in love with at first sight, like he always did each time he saw a pretty girl and it was all the time. Her company was to make him bring the bread home quicker but it hardly helped.

He had left her standing there and walked over to the girl. Things moved so fast, he told her he was going to walk just a few distance with the new girl and come back for her. He didn't keep the promise and she had to go looking for him. She was new to the neighborhood and everything was new to her, she didn't have a difficult time getting lost. She just did it before it even occurred to her that she might get lost. She had no phone on her and communication wasn't anyway near. She did a bit of roaming and when she got tired, she stood at a point and had gasped out a 'damn you Patrick'. She had gotten a reply almost immediately. Only that the voice wasn't that of her 20 year old brother. It sounded younger and she had thought it was better. She had turned to the voice and she couldn't quite forget the tingle that ran down her spine the moment her face accosted that of Jason Okafor. Jason too never really forgot the way his heart had trippled its beat the moment he set eyes on her. The shock expression on her beautiful innocent face, the way her eyes blinked rapidly and how her lashes flapped like the wings of a beautiful bird. Her breast standing firm and shooting their tops out of the neck of her pink blouse. Her rich black low cut hair and her light skin all got to him in a way he could never explain. Her pink little mouth struck him sick with wanting to kiss her right there. He had to shake himself out of his day dream and repeat his question.

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chijioke17:
I'm waiting for updates

Welcome bruv

So I wrote this short story.
All rights reserved.

No copy and paste without the consent of the owner. Chipappii. Chinecherem. Chipappii@gmail.com

Gtin, BlissfulJeff call others even though it's short.

Drabeey:
pls do not sue me.
Im sorry, so should i change the name?



TO MY ESTEEM READERS, IM SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATES, i've been very busy.

THERE WILL BE 3 UPDATES BEFORE NEXT WEEK. THANKS


@ chipappii update your story abeg. i fit die if i no read am ooo

Lol. Done bro. Nice one here

krissconnect:
Lol boss, as she come born triplet nko?

Lol. Na papa ejima plus go be the case

krissconnect:
EPISODE 14... The News





After that night, I felt relaxed a bit, I didn't worry much about Sandra nor her looming pregnancy, not because I was selfish or stupid, but because she never mentioned she was pregnant.


For a week I didn't call Sandra. I was too afraid to do so. You know that scenario when you wrote Jamb but then it was announced the result is out after some days, you get so nervous to check it, you don't just want to pop in and see what the result looks like, you rather prefer your friends check the result and tell you, not because you already know the outcome of the exam, but because you're too nervous.

This was exactly how I felt, I knew in few weeks time she'll either call to tell me the sickness turned into a child in her stomach or the sickness turned into a bird and flew away. I was too afraid to check on her everyday and get hit by the news.


I went on with the school activities on a normal note, I allowed myself get involved with anything that could free me from the waves of Sandra's incident.


One night I decided to put off my fear and call Sandra, to avoid her giving me those useless sermon of how selfish and wicked I have become ever since I had sex with her. She never knew I was afraid of an impending pregnancy news. I didn't care to tell her because if she did get knowledge of that, I knew she'll never allow me phuck her again.

"So you're afraid of pregnancy but you ain't afraid of sending your army of sperms inside me". That will be the topic of the sermon I would have heard the day I tell her how I feared an impending pregnancy.



I picked my phone and dialled her number and she picked almost immediately.

" I should start running away this one you remembered to call me?" Sandra said mildly

"Honey you don't understand, you know I'm in school and I've been ladened with school activities" I knew she wouldn't believe me, but I just said that because I had no better lie to tell.

"I know, I already know that will be the best lie that'll make you look like a saint" She said almost immediately.

"Well, how is your health?" I said shutting off my mind. I decided to ask her about her health to make her know I care and to prevent her from giving me that terrible news.


"Wow, he just asked me about my health" She said laughing into the phone. I was a bit relaxed now because she was laughing, not just that she was laughing, her voice wasn't low like the night she told me she was sick, and she was relaxed. I thought to myself that the sickness must have left her with the pregnancy, that the sickness turned into a bird and flew away with the impending pregnancy, that...


I thought up different theories that moment relating to symptoms of pregnancy and I came up with the conclusion that a pregnant woman is always sick, since that was the theory, Sandra is happy and relaxed and because she is relaxed, she isn't sick and because she isn't sick, then she definitely isn't pregnant. This thought only happened in a second.


"Well, about my health, I'm fine now, I'm no more sick, but there's something you need to know" She continued.
Since she already said she's no more sick and coupled with my theoretical conclusion on her, I was ready to here whatever it is she wanted to say.


"I went for test last week, She began, that was concerning my sudden sickness, but the doctor told me that I was..." She paused.
It came like a hit, like a storm hitting the sea, like a volcano sweeping the land, like the thunderstorms drumming the sky. The few seconds she wasted while pausing seemed like years because I thought up a lot of things already. I thought about my parents, about my siblings, I imagined myself running around the market buying pampers and napkins while Nedu is in school. I imagined myself preparing hot yam water when I the best I could prepare in reality was to boil yam. I imagined myself waking up every morning to the aroma of a house wife and a new born baby. I imagined so many things that that moment. I was brought back to reality when she continued...


"He said I was pregnant for 2 months" She said calmly.

. . . Sorry. Papa ejima

shumuel:
Nice one bro, read it all and i am now following bomper to bomper.

I read, reasoned, related, laughed and learned.

Thanks bro.

Thanks everyone. I am coming o

MulticolourDeco:
Have you ever hear a mad woman laff?. My enemy became mad today reading this chapter. Awww
..you are good gold. Ewwweee

Wow. Thanks sister

zpetstunner:
bro I rili love dis stuff pls

more update

u are da best bro

Thanks bro

Sorry for the delay folks, have been busy at everything and Chinaza called me that she was already on labor and felt like the baby would drop on the floor any moment soon. Well, I got to her lodge and she told me she was only joking, she wanted to know how much I cared and also needed me to buy banana for her at the junction that led into her lodge. The pregnancy was only 6 months gone. I don't blame her, the fault was mine for not counting.

Well, all was not lost at that wedding shaa. Willie drove them home but not after I had secretly gotten that perfect kiss from Chinecherem. The rest of the evening was spent brushing my skin against Chinemelum, telling each other the tales of our lives and the icing on the cake was that James was around, teasing us. Well it was all convenient because he had landed himself a heavy girl earlier at the wedding. She was one of his sister's ashebi girls and she was beautiful but not my kind of beautiful. So he was happy and had forgotten totally about the poison thing.

Chinemelum drank a glass of the gold slug and got tipsy. She made me teach her how to kiss and she was a slow learner but she did learn and I was glad to teach her. A bit of fingering happened in our room, while James was away. She was wet all over. I couldn't bring myself to shag her. I thought she was too beautiful to be used by someone like me. Neither of us slept. We spent the rest of the night talking nonsense. Two drunk lovers, sitting under a canopy, hidden in the darkness and sharing one mug of palm wine. If I ended up finding nothing of interest in that town, Chinemelum made up for all of them. I had hopes. She wrote jamb and unlike my baby bear, she passed well and was hopeful. She wanted to join her brother in Unizik and when I told her I was schooling there too, she then made it two reasons she must be in unizik. I was like Chinaza prepare o, you are about to have a rival.

Straight to the gossip of the day. Eva was getting married. Please check the calendar. It's not April 1. Evangeline is fucking getting married. I don't think she was trying to get back at me or whatever. She had shown me the guy and he was cute. He had cash and I was looking forward to my bang mates wedding. She didn't invite me though. She told me but she wasn't going to invite me.

"So now that you are gone from me, who will do me the way you use to do me?" I asked her the day we were smooching in my room. Shape wasn't around to interrupt.
"I don't know but shebi you know I won't cheat on him. He is so cute and a darling," she said to me and pecked me out of excitement. She was deliberately avoiding my lips. She was getting married and so was trying to put a stop to our adventure. I couldn't wait for Chinaza to deliver, with Chinecherem gone and Eva getting married, there was no one else to Bleep. I needed a new girl and I set out in search for one.

It wasn't like I was going around the whole place with a placard on my chest advertising for a girlfriend vacancy. I just kept my eyes open. Exams were fast approaching and I found myself reading in bits from time to time. On a given day, I was deceiving myself in the library, flipping through my Facebook and my handouts as well. Then along came Cynthia, looking wonderful, I noticed that Cynthia was like the devil, you could only resist her in prayers but not in real life. I invited her to sit with me. She was shinning in her natural states. She came to read as well so we read each other.

"Where have you been?" I asked and she smiled.
"Have you been looking for me?" she asked and I nodded. She smiled again.
"But you don't like inviting me to your lodge."
"Well, my girl is unpredictable, she can even walk in here now," I said.
"Well, you should come to my lodge."
I thought about it, it seemed nice but I was comfortable in home matches where the pitch is mine and I was conversant with the terrain. Cynthia was a play girl no doubt and her body count might even make mine weep and I didn't need a repeat of that night at that muscled guy's house where I preached my konji away.
I decided I may like that shag her for a night but I shouldn't keep her as a regular girl. And that was what I did.

She made me a nice indomie and added Amstel Malt to it and made me cum it all out almost immediately. And then I continued my search.
As an Estate Manager, I was learning to have eyes on properties with very good potentials and this discipline I spread out to other endeavors of my life, like girls with potentials of being very beautiful with the right touch. I found one around my faculty. I loved her instantly and her figure was the numero 8. She wore some casual type of dresses that hid her assets but a nigga like me knew she had them and I went for her. She was dark tho but I didn't mind. Chinaza won't deliver anytime soon and Eva was getting married.

I walked up to her one day. She seemed quiet and the type you could easily force a smile out of.
"Cynthia?" I called her and she looked at me with a frown.
"Sorry, shey your name is Cynthia?" I asked. I didn't even know her name but that was better than walking up to a girl and asking for her name straight up.
She shook her head and continued giving me the "Do-I-Know-You" look.
"Sorry, I thought it was your name," I said and sat beside her.
"What is that your name again?" I asked.
"Why do you ask?"
"Well, I thought I knew you from somewhere but maybe I am wrong but if I knew your name then I won't call you something else. Or should I give you a name?" I asked. She nodded with a smile.
"Beauty," I said and she laughed.
"See, you are blushing already," I said. More laughter from her. Nice, we were blending in.
"What is your own name?" she asked after she had stopped laughing.
"Beast. Call me beast like beauty and the beast."
She started again, Jeez, I didn't even know I was that funny. Few minutes after, I was abandoning my lecture and following her to hers. Nobody was surprised, everyone knew I had that player factor in me. Eva was inviting me over with her eyes but I was a bachelor. I have no business with married women.
So inside that lecture hall, I was the odd one out. Everyone seemed to be understanding except me. Well I kept myself busy with Beauty's fingers. She let me have them and I loved holding onto it. She knew how to smile and I loved girls like that and by the time the class ended, we were two meters away from being couples. Yes, I had that Charisma.

"So will you be coming to school tomorrow?" I asked and she shook her head. I myself had classes the next day but I was willing to sacrifice it all for her.
"Maybe you should come around to my place, see how I live?"
"I don't know if I will have the chance," she replied.
"Don't worry, you will. Can I have your number?" I asked and popped out my Nokia torch. It rang almost immediately and Queen was written on the caller interface. I hid it away from her and busied the call. Chinaza had this attitude of showing up when she was not needed. I had barely opened up my dialer when her call came in again, haa, Chinaza! I busied it again and took Beauty's numbers before Naza will come and call again.

"My name is Chidimma," she said and I stored the number with Mma, an equivalent of Beauty in Igbo. I am always right. I forced a hug out of her and we embraced deeply. I watched her go, swaying her fine hips out of my very face. I shook my head and turned to go. Another call from my queen came in. I picked.

"Baby yo, how are you doing?" I yelled into the speaker, garnering some attention from around.
"I am not doing anything, why have you been cutting my calls?"
"I was in the class sweetheart, sorry."
"Sorry nke gi, come and open the door for me abeg."
"Naza are you in my lodge?" I asked.
"No I am in your house," she replied and cut the call. Did I mention that Naza had the attitude of showing up when she was not needed?


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"So Emelum meet my people," I muttered, ushering her into the room. There was nothing else I could do. Chinecherem just attached herself to my arms while I introduced her.
"Meet Willie, he is my elder brother," I said and Willie passed her a drunk smile.
"This one is shape sorry, Chinaza. Our very good friend." shape said hello and waved. Chinemelum smiled back.
"And this one is James, my friend. I think he is your brother." Everyone laughed. "And this one here is my kid sister, Chinecherem."
Everyone threw me that shocked look. Willie just smiled. He prolly knew that a niggar will say anything to keep his game tight.
"Keep quiet," I hushed Chinecherem as she tried to protest. I wasn't going to mess up what I was building with Chinemelum over some quickie I had with her back at school.
"And guys, this is Chinemelum, James last born," I capped the introduction."
"As in, James born am and she is his last child?" Willie asked, dropping the bottle of beer on the floor.
"No, her mother's last born," I explained.
"Wooo, James your sister is so cute," Shape exclaimed and she blushed. Chinecherem left me and went back to her seat beside James. She held onto him and threw her face out of my eyes. I understood she was trying to maybe get me jealous but I had never been happier.
"I hope you have not been talking to him," Shape asked Chinemelum pointing at me.
"What for?" I asked in protest.
"Well, he is sort of everything that your brother is," she said and those who understood her meaning laughed.
I wouldn't let shape finish what Chinecherem started so I dragged Chinemelum out of the room before she rubbishes whatever goodwill I had left.

"Did I mention that Chinecherem is my junior sister?" I asked her as we made our way out of the streams of human beings to a secluded spot. A spot close to where I had vomited last night.
"Yes you did, are you twins?" she asked.
"No, why do you ask?"
"You both bear the same name."
"What? We do?" I asked, frisking my memory for a lie. She nodded.
"Well, I always give people I care about my name as a pet name," I lied. A terrible lie but she didn't complain.
"So what is her own name?" she asked as I squeezed her fingers.
"You can call her Chinecherem Junior for now."
She nodded and I smiled. Straight to why I called her out. I was looking for the words to describe what I wanted to say, I found none. Something inside me was telling me to hold it on until I have had something to drink, maybe a boost of my morale would help but then, I wanted to seize that opportunity. Her little pink lips was giving me a technical knockout and so I much wanted to attach my lips to thems.

"You owe me a kiss right?" I asked all of a sudden. She smiled and nodded.
"You have nice lips and you are beautiful too," I stated and brought up her face to my eye level. The white of her eyes were bright like the clouds.
"The first time I saw you, I liked everything about you and I fell in love with you and I was hoping you will like me too."
I didn't wait for her to tell me if she did or not. I brought her closer and our lips clicked. Her lips did taste like strawberry but I have to confess that she was quite inexperienced at that art of kissing. She let her teeth get in the way and my tongue usually met a dead end with the teeth. I wished I could teach her how to do it properly but time happened to be a luxury we couldn't afford.
I upped the romance and pinned her against me. Both our eyes shut, we put in our everything into that kiss, my hands frisking her lower part of the body while she just stood like a tree. I have never been so frustrated kissing a girl but I let it slide, her beauty was enough to compensate me. I only left it at kissing.

I walked back into the room and she walked back to her plates. I was guessing we were both happy but I wasn't much satisfied. She had awakened that urge in me and I needed to quench it. I prayed Chinecherem would even look my way. I was only going to beg for an experienced kiss.

Our room was empty when I got back in and it wasn't so hard to guess where they had all gone. An oriental music was blasting away out the front of the house. I walked out there and met them killing it on the dance floor. A drunk Willie taking the lead while the bride groom dabbed after him. The bride was at the corner laughing her day away. I fell into rhythm and found myself behind shape. It was a free for all dance and we enjoyed it like you would enjoy an awoof. The dance floor was lit and money flew at us like hailstorm. Shape didn't conceal her backside from me as she let me have it all. She rocked me out of space and nearly opened my tap of jizz but I wasn't a one minute man, thanks to that. Then, along came Chinecherem with her perfect ass, she still nursed her grudge but she couldn't resist the guy in me, the one that was driving her crazy. She came at me with full force and I let her in. She stooped with her backside on my crotch and I stooped after her. She made a 360° whine and I followed suit, then we did a repeat and another repeat followed by more repetitions. She then turned to face me and was coming for a kiss when the music ended. I stopped her and we all fell out of the dance floor back into our rooms. Drinks came out and we went down on them.

Somehow, someway, a bottle of life managed to find it's way into Chinecherem's hand. She had drained half of the bottle before we ever took notice. Shape was going to hammer her but Willie stepped in for her, he said after all, it was for the last time. So we let her finish the one bottle she had opened, which wasn't easy as Willie had downed three bottles while she was still battling with one. Me, I was only busy trying to figure out what I was going to do with Chinemelum.

She crawled to where I was and sat beside me, her hands on my lap. I'v always known how dangerous a drunk girl can be but I too was drunk and had forgotten about that.
"Do you want more?" I asked and being as tipsy as she was, she took the drink from my hand and gulped it, choked on it and threw up half of it across the room.
"Chinecherem!" shape yelled. I was confused on which Chinecherem she was actually yelling. She rushed at us and snatched the bottle from her hand. I don't know, maybe I was expecting her to smash the bottle on the floor, well, she gulped the rest of it's content. I was midway into laughing at her when Chinecherem shut me up with a kiss. In the full glare of everyone. Worst still, Chinemelum was standing at the door, our foods in a tray she was carrying. I can't say that I hated the kiss but it came at a wrong time.

Eating replaced the tongue lashing that would have followed but not without Shape stuffing Chinecherem in between her and Willie, she was trying to secure her from me. If only she knew that Willie was more threat than I was. Well shaa, what is my own in it. Chinemelum was a bad kisser but I still liked her like that. She was too beautiful to be faulted and James was eyeing me with threats of poison if I ever followed her out again. I think he was glad that Chinemelum caught Chinecherem kissing me. Well, if I had a sister like her, I don't think I would threaten James with poison over her, I would just poison him without warning.



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gtin:
Where u dy na? Come update abeg

On my way please

ToluLolu0122:
Nice one!! Though your updates are slow and the suspense is much..


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BlissfulJeff:
nice one bro

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zpetstunner:
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stephenGee12:
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"I killed them all," he said to Oscar and he nodded.
"Everyone?"
He shook his head and murmured, "Something like that."
"August, what do you mean something like that? You killed that policeman right?"
"Yea, He was first."
"So I assume it was the girl you left, right?"
He nodded and let out a breath. Oscar searched him with his eyes.
"You love her?" he asked and he nodded.
"Loved her, not anymore," he replied and it was a cold reply.
"Why?" he pressed further.
"Love is dead for me. Died with Mary. I love nothing anymore."
Oscar watched him and the distance stare in his eyes. He thought the boy was far gone. He understood perfectly well. He was handling guns and shooting them at an age he was supposed to be cuddling to his mother.
August shot him a stare.
"Killing all these people, is that what's going to make me a man? Is that how Joseph became a man?" he asked. Oscar nodded.
"Then I don't want to be a man," he murmured. Oscar stared at him and smiled. He put his arm across and dropped it on his shoulder.

"August, I don't know how they do it out there or anywhere else but here in Mathews, that's how it goes down, it's either you or them and if you die at a young age, you won't grow to be a man. If you can't protect the people you love, boy, you ain't no man and that's what made Joe a man, he protected you all the much he could."
August watched him and felt his icey heart melt. His eyes moistened and he felt a tear drop.
"Before I left, I sat with Janet and I told her I loved her. I meant it then. Today, I stood over her and nearly pulled the trigger," he stopped, sniffed and continued. "Oscar, I don't want to be that kind of man. I want to protect the people I love. I watched them all die and nearly killed one myself. Janet thought I was a demon and I think she thought right."
"Boy, there are things life throw at you sometimes and you are left with no choice. You had a duty to your loved ones that were murdered and that's what you carried out, don't be a sissy now," he said and August stood up. He walked round the worn out cross on a grave, his back against Oscar.

"I had a choice when I held that gun against Janet and I chose not to shoot and I didn't. Do you think Jamie had that chance? Jaycee had a gun and it was either Jamie or him," he turned and stared at him.

"August, he killed Joseph and you killed him. Joseph was only keeping you all safe. You, Jaycee and Maria and Jamie killed him. You killed Jamie for that and that's the end of it. Fucking let it go. You had a duty and you carried it out. Here in St Mathews, your home, it's blood first and if someone bleeped with your blood, you Bleep him to hell and that's it, you heard me? That's it!" he scolded. August wiped his eyes and nodded. He heard all he needed. Jaime killed his brother and he killed him for it. That was all that mattered. Janet had nothing in it and he was glad he changed his mind about shooting her.

"You said someone wanted to see me?" he asked and Oscar smiled.
"Yes, you will smile again soon."
August scoffed. "Who might that be? My mother or Maria or Mary?"
Oscar shook his head with the smile still on his face.
"Jaycee," he replied like it was a magical name. August stopped and stared at him, his eyes blazing red.
"Don't Bleep with me," he said and Oscar shook his head.
"I am not fucking with you bro. Jaycee will be here soon."
He walked the room apprehensively and stood at a spot, sweating and shaking.
"Where the Bleep is he now?" he asked.
"Said we should wait here, be patient bro."
August fixed his gaze on Oscar. He wasn't looking at him. He looked past him. His eye moistened and with tears and just when they were going to fall, a smile broke out of his face.

Williams looked round the classy suite located at the pent house of The Meridian Hotels. It was tasty and cozy but he could care less. His mind was beginning to grab a bit of peace as he was so close to perfecting his scheme. He poured one more glass of the tequila and took it to the bed. He sat on it and sipped from the glass. He heard the door open and someone walking towards him. He was too weary to look and rather took another sip from the glass.

"You sold us out for this?"
Jaycee was all grown but Williams could never forget the sound of his voice. He let out a smile and turned on the bed to face him.
"You look better without the beards bro," he said and widened the smile and then switched to that emotionless look they have always had a problem deciphering.
"Don't Bleep with me man, you did all these to us, your family because of money?" he asked again, tightening his grip on the trigger as he shoved the gun in his direction. Williams shook his heard a trifle undaunted by the gun being pointed him.
"I don't care about money."
"Than what was it? Power? You hated us? What the Bleep made you sell out your bloody family because I can't seem to understand it."
"I never hated you guys, I loved you all more than I can ever begin to explain now. All those years, I had my eyes on you, just trying to look out for you. I'm sorry Joseph and Maria had to die, pops and moms too but certain things takes place in our lives, things we cannot explain, things we have no control over and things you may not have seen yet. Like the force of love," he turned on the bed to face him squarely, Jaycee followed his movement with his gun. "Like Nancy for example, she lost her family for you, everyone she's ever loved and she's still stuck to you. Doesn't that beat you?" he asked.

"No, she only loyal to the ones she loves. Something you have no bloody clue of. While you are shooting up the family that loved you, she is there, protecting them and giving all she has for it."

"And why would she still hang around you when her folks were murdered in her very face because of you? Just why?" he asked and moved his eyes past him, laying it on the door as it creaked open. August walked in slowly followed by Oscar, each clutching to his own gun.

"Jaycee?" August called out slowly. He knew Williams, he could never forget his face and he also knew Jaycee with the hair on his head. Things he would never forget. Oscar let his gun go up and pointed it at Williams while Jaycee turned to behold his little brother once again. His emotions got to him and he let his gun drop to his side. He ran straight to August and scooped him into his arms, almost choking him.

"I thought you died bro. I swear I thought you died," August sobbed and fell back in his arms. He was only a few inches shorter than he was.
"I didn't die, I'm here now and we are going to make them all pay, starting with this sly bastard sitting here," he replied and they turned to face Williams again. He smiled up at August and thought it needless to say how glad he was on seeing him. Even though it would be true, he doubted if they will ever believe him.


"You are grown August, that's great," he said and the smile crept out of his face again.
"What did he have with it all?" August asked Jaycee, ignoring his comment.
"Everything I think. Teamed up with the people that kept coming after us until Joseph and Maria died."
"Then I will shoot him myself," August said and raised his gun. Williams shuddered from the look in his eyes, through them, he saw that he was going to shoot, brotherhood aside.

"Drop them," Stanley called from behind them, an assault rifle in his hand. They turned to him and he waved them a smile.
"A family reunion then but I'm sorry I have to cut you guys short."
"Well, we are here for both your heads," Jaycee said and bit his lower lip.
"Maybe some other time but not today bro. Drop the fucking guns."
Williams looked at him and smiled. "Is he around?" he asked and Stanley nodded.
"We will meet him tomorrow. We need to leave here now."
He stood from the bed and walked past the three boys, straight for the door.
"Some other time folks, and I'm glad to see you again August, really," Williams said and grabbed the door knob.
"And I'd be glad to see your brains on the floor soon," he replied. Williams smiled.

"I'm sorry bro but I hope you do realize I have to kill them," Stanley announced. Only Oscar flinched, the other two just burned with rage.
"I won't let you kill my brothers," Williams said and walked back towards them. Stanley frowned, he wasn't ready for that confrontation but he would kill them all if it ever came to that, Williams inclusive.
"I will do it myself," Williams completed with a smile. Stanley heaved a sigh.
"Then get it done, we need to move out," he said and walked out of the door. Williams pulled his gun from his waist and raised at Oscar first.

"I wish we had met again over a glass of beer as brothers," he smiled and fired six times, everywhere went silent after the sound of the gun, he watched them for a while and shook his head. He walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.
"I have no one left now, better not let your boss Bleep me up," he murmured to Stanley as they walked into the elevator.
"Don't worry, very soon, you will have the whole of St Mathews."


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lakezone67:
You re the best chipapii! Buh pls don't be tribalistic it's time u meet a Yoruba or Hausa, dey study for una side too nah.. some are even more "badder" than u are

Lol bro. I will start looking out for them. Thanks bro

BlissfulJeff:
nice one bro

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Olekumaster:
Good work Chipappii

Hope you've sorted out the plagiarism on facebook?

Yea bro. Thanks

krissconnect:
Who is following...

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zpetstunner:
tnx bro more update pls

Sure. Thanks bro

smart024:
@Chipappii more grease to your elbow, more ink to your pen, more creativity to your brain...

Thanks bro