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Fabian sat on his bed waiting for something or someone to come inside, his heart began to beat faster as he heard footsteps encroaching towards his room, he saw the knob turned slowly as the door opened.
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My dear Tiffanyj...kudos to you, what a job well done...had to read all night none stop. Love you.

I intentionally didn't describe my characters physical attributes in detail, this is because I want you all to flow and be flexible with ur imagination...u ar free to creat the characters all by urself.

Love you all.

kennypedia:
make una submit attendance ooo lecturer Don dey para for me ooo. call ya friends wey never mark con do so now ooo before lecturer comes for another class ooo

Class rep, go and tell ur class members that if anyone's name isn't on that list, he or she will carry my course over and also inform them to stop forming ghostmode coz I know a way of dealing with them all....Kennypedia before u go, call me Ego2, hottadiva, jane1234f, queenitee...infact just call me all the pretty ladies in the class, tell them to come see me one after the other, I need to talk to them about their studies.
And as for the ugly girls and all the boys, tell them to all buy my compulsory text book or they fail....shey you haf hear?
Oya close my door, you can come and be going.

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Fabian was more than devastated; he couldn’t tell exactly how he had made it back to his room from the way back the hospital. He sunk himself deep in nostalgia, reminiscing of his past days, flipping up the long memories of his grandfather who was all he then had. Fabian never could have imagined that such a man whom he had seen a saint had once been a murderer.

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CHAPTER FOUR

THE FALLEN

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“…an enormous red dragon…His tail swept a third of the stars out of the sky and flung them to the earth…the great dragon was hurled down—that ancient serpent called the devil, or Satan, who leads the whole world astray. He was hurled to the earth and his angels with him” (Revelation 12:3–9).
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They say pride comes before down-fall and so was it in heaven as soon as the first man Adam was given life. Lucifer was known as the ‘shining one’ or ‘star of the morning’. He had been the wisest and most beautiful of all God’s created being that was originally placed in a position of authority over the cherubim surrounding the throne of God. He was blinded with pride and felt man do not deserve to be bowed for but rather treated as the dust he truly was.



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Damibiz:
Who so ever is in charge of that Roll call shd do the needful nd include Damibiz name there b4..,nd to the write men,u re killing it...more ink to yar pen

thanks my guy...Edumaré bless you.

adontcare:
Dis story is very interesting. Wow. Tnx for d update

you are welcome dear, that's why people like us were created...so to entertain you.

LordOfSamosa:
Baba carry on, May your Dick never lack puszy

thanks my guy...my babe is presently seeing to that...I wish you same thing...Edumaré bless u.

ebonyfaf:
Wow, i'm marveled at your style of writing! Keep up the good work and please don't forget to send the next update.

I will dear...(blow kisses)

Babysuccess02:
Ghostwritter, u ar one of my best writter on nairaland cox of ur style of writing. Plus i love ur stories so very much. More data to ur phone.

now i'm moved to tears...wish I can hug you tight. These are the kind of words than keeps me going. Edumaré bless you.

DeraLoveth:
Second time am commenting on nairaland....my 1st comment was on Bloodline...and now..urs...wat can I say...u re very gud at wat u do...keep on d awesome work...d sky z ur starting point....*thumbs up*

you remind me of one of my strict professor in unilorin. (Prof. Saliu) if he commends positively on ur work (project/seminar/thesis/presentation) then be asured it's acceptable anywhere in the world...thanks a lot sweetheart.

queenitee:
Mehn, this story is getting hotter.
Kimberlywest, kimkardashain, Evajael, Mhizgap, Ladysuperb, Hadampson, Yungeez, stephengee12, Emperor380, Jane1234f, Adesina12 don't lemme enjoy this alone

open the door wider let them come inside...bar man, customers don come.

officialdiam:
You r a talented writer @ghostwriter....

thank you and God bless you.

Lyoncrescent:
This story is unique . Your immagination is excellent. If you can finish this story, I will rate it alongside royvers the day the world ended as one of the most imaginative stories I've ever read either on nairaland or anywhere else. Keep up the good work.

What an honour that will be to be placed side-to-side with one of literature's finest. I still look up to many of them such as Larrysun, foxyflow, tiffanyj and many more gurus. I still learn from them. we will both see the end to the story.
Again I say thank you.

shovaychoco:
Mr Oga, im sure its stale news telling tou how beautiful, mind blowing, colorful and suspense filled your stories are. How about you form a whatsapp group where we tour strong followers will be updated regularly, or a mailing list. Iv been talking amto a couple of people about you and im sure one day the light will shine upon you. Keep it up, and pls update regularly or let us know when to expect each update

Amen to your prayer. I honestly need more of God's favour ASAP.
I promise u all a regular post but not everyday coz' i'm not always in the right frame of mind to craft literary words and besides, i take my time with every post so i don't disappoint.
And thanks for sharing my attributes to your friends...i hope they are Nigeria politicians?

Before the next chapter comes up, I will appreciate your likes and comments...and don't forget to tell someone to tell everybody to come on-board coz' GHOSTWRITTER has just began.

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“Sinnar!!” Abubakar’s voice echoed the umpteenth time and still there was no sign of the powerful creature in the visible.

Abubakar turned to Jazza and Amarat who both appeared confused in their uncladedness, he was enraged and wished he could kill them both.

“Inshaallah, at sunrise, I shall have you both slaughtered like lambs and gladly watch your warm bloods flow down my feet” Abubakar
threatened before turning back to walk out of the room furiously.


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JoshBlack:
As much as I respect your style of writing, I'll like to correct description of a nurse is very wrong. I'm a nurse myself and I feel obliged to correct you. Nurses are professional and will not collect bribe in order to allow access, it's against ethics to have sex with a patient or visitors in the hospital. Please change your thinking.

Firstly, I appreciate you for respecting my style of writing...Edumaré bless you.
Secondly, I see u are trying to protect the image of you acclaimed profession but not everyone is morally upright as you think. Every create has its bad egg.
Thirdly, this is purely a work of fiction...(expect anything unexpectable). And don't forget to have an open mind while reading my works because I'm sicker than you think.

@Larrysun
Happy birthday to you Sir.

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Like a miracle, Jazza’s presence once again brought Abubakar to his senses of his treacherous act upon the people, his consciousness was awaken into realizing he had for long been misguided by Amarat who ruled through him. Amarat had in Jazza’s absence made herself a whisperer of evil into Abubakar’s mind. She made Abubakar her puppet with whom she toyed with.


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CHAPTER THREE


THE MISSING CHAPTER

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He wouldn’t belief it, that his own father had forced him to go on exile all for the sake to please Amarat, he wouldn’t belief it. Abubakar Dingin had broken his own promise to his son faster than he had made it by sending Jazza far into a world he was ignorant about. Amarat was more than pleased knowing she alone holds the key to her husband’s heart and would be more than delighted to manipulating it to her will. Jazza was druged to sleep then transported to Cairo in Caravan. He regained consciousness five days later in the presence of an old elderly ma seen to had been waiting for his awakening. He was Bilal Ibn Kutub, the leader of The Bilalee movement, also an old friend to Abubakar. Abubakar had knowingly sent his son to his friend who had once introduced Islam to him in his difficult time, he intends to grant Amarat’s wishes but also keeping his only son save away.


Jazza from a boy transformed to a young man well equipped and moral teachings under the tutelage of Bilal who was like a father to him, after fifteen years, Jazza returned back to his real father who had by then turned to a monster hearted man, his wishes were decrees, he was a complete terror to everyone he ruled, his wife Amarat had poisoned his good conscience and had him as her puppet. Amarat rage knew no bound seeing Abubakar and his son reunite once again, she did so well to hiding her despise for her step son who appeared quite a knowledgeable young man. She watched from the corner of her eyes the way he walked, talked, laughed and the way he looked at her.

Amarat soon noticed that Jazza desires her body just like his father, she could see it in his eyes. When he steals glances and there she began to knit her plans.
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nady94:
Abeg oh y you add Nigerian politicians to the mystic names way u just mention, abi Niger politicians get some kind power way we no know of ?

yes oo.
only Nigeria politician have that mystical power to keep embezzling billions upon billions every time and still get praised for it by the poor citizens...now tell me what vampire or werewolf àbi witch can pull that stunt so flawlessly.
as for me, I wish to become a Nigeria politician atleast I won't fear the moon or sun or even the Nigeria citizen.

kennypedia:
Thanks to the op. The story is interesting and captivating. But saying you don't believe in resurrection made me feel somehow every aspect of Islamic believe shows that there is resurrection and not reincarnation. I will like if we can discuss this privately.

please I do not intend to misguard anyone here, it's my personal opinion which might be very wrong as well but deep down inside of me, I feel everybody will resurrect into another body (human, animal, plant, insect etc) so as to have a taste of reward to his/her past actions.
God is just Unexplanable, Uncomprehendable, Unprotectable, Undividable, Unpredictable. He allowed humans the freewill to see Him through various views but never will you know what happens when you die.
What if the greatest story you've been told all along by ur spiritual leaders were false, just what if...pls don't even let me start. I simply don't belief in religions but instead I believe in the peaceful coexisting of mankind in the way that benefits oneaother.
THE GOD I WORSHIP IS NEITHER A CHRISTIAN NOR A MUSLIM...so why should I be one.
like I had said, I might be wrong.

So all of una above don turn my thread to Disney forest abi? I will soon hunt all of u werewolves, vampires, Nigeria politicians, witches down with cutlass.

Thanks a lot my fellow nairaland (literature gang #luciferskey) for the show of love, I knowingly didn't reply to some comments because i don't want to get things mixed up with the story line.
- I am a full blooded Nigeria (Western breed)
- I don't own a blog (though i wish to)
- This is definitely not my first, second, third,......or even eight story here on nairaland
- I am a very lazy writer, wish i can flog myself into commitment.
- I never edit my story after posting and have no idea of what would come next either...i.e the more i write, the more the story reveals itself to me and i am forced never to break the chain of narration.
- I never run out of Ideas (infant I feel like writing about ten stories at a time) but have to commit my self to one
- I wish to be either any of these...scriptwriter, movie director, novelist, or a back-up singer to any Rap n Blues artist
- I am a believer of supernatural forces that dwell unseen with man upon the earth.
- I am not what you read but just a tool in revealing God's mystical ideas.
- I so much now respect my readers and that's why I make it a point of duty to get my followers entertained (I fear not knowing who might be reading my write-up across the world).
- I sought of have the urge to write weird, bizarre, scary, supernatural stories...(na who romantic story epp)
- The corridor of Hell will be completed when the mods stop spamming my post into that thread (i won't replace my moniker).
- I don't belief in Hell but rather all men will be reincarnated to come have a taste of the result to his previous life...knowingly or unknowingly
- Don't be surprise I experience same suspense as you all do...I even get anxious to read my own write-ups after posting
- I so much have esteem regards for so many outstanding writers on this forum...asin Kilode?
- Be assured to see the end of this story...and likewise others.

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1927

He had watched from a distance, on observing his father lately, he realized he was a changed man, different from the man he grew to know, he now saw in him the monsters he breeds, he saw in him a tyrant, a terror to be feared by others and a father who now cared less about the son he once loved.

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Fabian had mastered the act of keeping himself calm while tense and insecure, “Close your eyes, relax you body and take a very deep breath” he would always say to himself. That evening,