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I went back to my room, i took my iphone 11 pro max switched it on and turn on my data immediately messages started popping in from my whatsapp. I checked who it was, and it was messages from the school student group and one from my friend kelvin, he asked if i was still coming to his place i checked his status and he was still online then i replied him "yes".
I quickely open my wardrobe took out an ashluxe top, an off-white jean with crazy cuts and a cross pam to match. I took my iphone, threw it into my cross bag, locked my room and went downstairs. As i was going outside, Helen my sister sighted me and walked up to me and asked "bro where to"? She asked.
"i am going to kelvin house" i replied.
"but dad told you not to go out" she countered.
i ignored her and went to where i packed my "ladies bike" . The "ladies bike" was a gift i got from my mother on my birthday, but i got none from my dad, i don't know why but he loves my sister much more than me, i guess he hated my guts.

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CHAPTER 1

It was closing time after the bell was jingled i packed my bag and went out of my class, as i was going home for the day i bade my friend kelvin good bye "i will come to your house today" i screamed running towards the school gate. As i got to the school gate, i steped outside and saw mr Felix our driver and my sister Helen waiting for me.
Forgive my manners i forgot to introduce myself.
My name is David Oladele, i am sixteen year old, i'm in sss2, i am fair in complexion, a bit tall and body built due to my good diet. I am the first and only son of my parent, Mr and Mrs Oladele, my parent are very rich is the owner of the popular "Oladele estate" and my mother was the CEO of a fruit juice company.

It was not long after we got home i went sraight to my room, took off my uniform to have a warm bath. As soon as i was done bathing i changed my cloth and went downstairs to the dinning to have my lunch. When i was done with lunch, i went back to my room.

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Thank you for being humble enough to listen and accept the advise. That alone will make you go far in life.
I'll retract my earlier post. Wish you all the best.in your.writimg career. May God bless.it for.you. amen.
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Thanks bro, God bless u for me.

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1. There is nothing like a rewrite. It's someone story. You didn't attribute the story to her. You even said all rights reserved

2. You said it was a work of fiction, meanwhile the person said it'd a true story. You don't rewrite someone book.

I advise you take it down.
Else, when you finally write your own story, people will also think it'd a 'rewtite' and belongs to someone else.

Let's do the right thing.
Thanks

Ok i really thank u for ur advise, i will take it down and close the thread.

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U will pay I cos u would have asked for permission b4 posting ur own link here...

I am so sorry and also the story is a rewrite i am so sorry.

nnamdiosu:


You plagurized someone's book and came here to drop it. That's stealing. Stop it

It's a rewrite.

nnamdiosu:
Chai human beings.

This guy, you are the worst copy copy I have ever seen in my life. Like I had to laugh so many times before posting this comment. Lol.

You went too copy Rebecca brown's book, Titled "He came to set the captives free"

Then you started adding Nigeria to make it look real. Lol.
The energy you used to copy, paste here, change things, is enough to think of your own story.

It is a rewrite na

CHAPTER 2
EPISODE 1.
ENTERING THE BROTHERHOOD.
Sandy became a friend of mine, about the only friend i had. I met her at the church in the youth group i mentioned earlier. I didn't go to church to hear about the lord, i went to get involved with the other kids. Sandy and i worked together on various youth programs in the church and at high school wa also chummed around, studied together, and went out for coke.
Sandy was a pretty girl. She was richer than i was, very well dressed and very popular. She didn't seem to let that bother her too much where i was concerned. I thought she was my friend more out of pity than anything, but that was because i didn't know she was a recruiter for the Brotherhood. Shortly after the incident with the football player, sandy mentioned to me that she noticed that i had a special power that few others had. She said she knew where i could learn to have more of that same power.
She also said "Hey listen i know you are lonely and down, and i think i have something to help you

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Diary Of A Pastor's Son

Episode 1 �

Written by: Frank The Writer

Do Not Copy or Repost

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Fair Warning: This story is rated 18+ and may not be suitable for readers below 18+

Dear Diary,
It's me again. It’s time to tell my story and what being a son of a pastor meant to me. Well, I’m not the regular kind of a pastor's son you are used to. I guess I’m different and my story would tell more about my life some years ago in South West, Nigeria.
Sit back. Relax and with your fingers crossed as I take you down the memories of my life experience.

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In a family of four siblings, I was the only son of my parents. The rest three followed after I was born. It was such a good treat from my parents being the only boy in the house. I was cherished by my father, a pastor. I wouldn’t say he cherished me more than my sisters but I knew he had a special place for me in his heart. My father wanted to have more boys after I was birthed but it wasn’t God’s plan as he would always say. He was the kind of person who believed every single thing was ordered by God.

Oh! I should introduce myself. Forgive my manners. My name is Dickson Femi. A typical Yoruba boy. Like I said earlier, I’m the only son and also the eldest in a family of four. Shola, Aramide, and Bidemi were my sisters. They were 15, 13, and 10 years respectively. Then, I was 17 and I was done with Secondary School.

This family of four used to be lively and exciting not until we reduced drastically. How? You may ask. Well, one of my aunties who lived in Ibadan was delivered of a baby girl, and it was her first child. She needed someone to assist her with a few house chores and run errands too. So that was how my mom gave out Aramide to stay with my aunty. Bidemi was the last born and her troubles in the neighborhood were getting out of hand, so my father changed her school from day to boarding.
So it was just Shola and I in the house.

Sola was in Ss1. My mother’s replica. She was not thin nor was she fat, but I knew she had always wanted to add flesh by all means. Nobody took after my mom like Shola. The only difference was her height. At 15 she was already taller than my mom and me. My mother was a full-time businesswoman. Always out of the house, hustling for money. She leaves in the morning and when next you’d see her would be evening. My father was also like that, but he could come back home anytime. And most of the time, he comes back to prepare for the church; mostly-weekly services
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I wouldn’t say my parents were rich but we were doing pretty well. All thanks to my father’s multiple sources of income. Aside from being a pastor in one Pentecostal church, well, my father was many things. So we lived comfortably in a three-bedroom flat in Ondo State.

Shola and I were used to arguing about stuff like brothers and sisters and we were also used to confiding in each other and asking for advice. Shola and I were like twins, doing the house chores together. Since I was always at home while she went to school, I assisted in most house chores. Sometimes, Shola leaves for school without doing anything while I woke up to sweep, wash the dishes, and do other stuff like that. That was the kind of brother I was to her.

Well, unlike everyone in the house, I was less of a religious person. I wasn’t wayward but I hated going to church and behaving like a Saint and all those crap. In my father's church, they always spent hours preaching the same thing every day. “Repent, Christ is coming soon. Give your life to Christ” and all those long talks. I’m sure you know the rest. Yes, you do. I was literally tired of hearing these preaching every damn time.

Sometimes I faked being sick just to miss service on Sunday but my father would always insist that I still go because he always assured me of getting healing from church, and whenever I return acting strong, he would think I was healed because I followed him to church but little did he know I was never sick.

One of the hardest parts of being a pastor's son is the way everybody sees and treats you. Growing up, you’re a normal kid until everybody finds out that your father is a pastor and then everything changes. People made me look like a perfect boy but little did they know that I was different from my dad. I was simply naughty, and silly. You can’t even predict what my next action would be.
I think the notion that pastors' children need to be perfect and spotless is unhealthy and can have many negative effects on us. So many weighty expectations are placed on us and it’s quite annoying.

Everything was going fine in the house until my father returned from work one day with a teenage girl, Agatha. She was an orphan and a member of my father's church. According to my father, it was agreed in the church meeting that my father accommodates her while the church decides on what to start for her and how to raise the money too. And that was how Agatha got to stay with us, doing most of the house chores like she was a house help. Judging by her look, I’d say she was probably nineteen or twenty years old. Agatha was from Eket in Akwa Ibom state.

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When everyone must have gone out, it was always Agatha and me alone in the house. She loved watching TV after doing house chores. I could stay indoors as long as my phone was fully charged. I was always with my system doing one or two things for my personal development.

So one day, I got bored in the room and decided to ease myself. After using the toilet, I came out and noticed Agatha was seeing a movie in the living. She sat relaxed on the couch in one of her casual wear. I felt like joining her in the living room to cool off a little, but a part of me was like I should get back to my room. I obliged to the voice not until she screamed out of excitement. That really got my attention that I suddenly became interested in seeing what she was watching.

Agatha soon turned and saw me coming from behind. She had long hair almost to her waist. And she smiles a lot. But this time, she didn’t smile. She probably felt embarrassed by her uncontrolled laughter which caught my attention. We didn’t say anything to each other. I could have just gone to my room or something, but the movie didn’t look too bad when I stood there for some seconds. It seemed like an American movie, judging by the first two scenes.

Then the next scene that pooped up turned out a man and his woman were about to say goodnight, and he kissed her, I mean he kissed her so well. I had my eyes glued to the TV while bending gradually to support myself with the couch. It was something I had wished to do with some of the girls back then in school, but I never got the chance. I watched with rapt attention to see what those two people were up to.
Like, does he open his mouth? And aim right for the center of the mouth, or to the side, or what? I was far gone with so many imaginations that when I felt a touch on my shoulder, I jumped out of shock. Agatha started laughing so hard that I thought she’d pee in her pants. When I was calm, she stopped laughing. She teased me about paying so much attention to the TV. I just blushed shyly.
“Femi, don’t tell me you haven’t kissed before?” She said.

I was shy to look her in the face, I just hung my bead down. “Not really,” I broke the awkward silence, still not looking her in the face. “Not really? That’s not a straightforward response,” she said. “Okay, I haven’t,” I answered. She was calm and stared at my face when finally l looked up.
I told her I just didn’t know how to do it. She just giggled and stared at the TV. The scene was gone and this time, some cops were after some suspected criminals. I was watching absentmindedly.

I kinda felt dumb for telling her I don’t know how to kiss and she did realize how I felt, so she came closer and put her arm around me. “Femi,” she said, “do you really want to know how to kiss? What if — well, if you practice on me? I’m not going to tell anyone.”
I was mute for some seconds figuring out what to say. Could it be she’s trying to test me? Then I thought about the chance of getting my first kiss with a house help and how it would be easier to get over, having done something dumb with Agatha than with some girls from school.
“What was I supposed to do?” I asked her. She simply smiled, revealing her cute dimples.

“Oh! Very simple. Put your arms around me,” she said, so I did. Mehnn, her skin felt softer than my sisters. “Now, just kiss me,” she said. I stood there still contemplating and she added, “C’mon, there is no big deal, just kiss my lips. So I put my lips out a little and aimed for her cheek, but she turned her head at the last second so l landed on her mouth. I pecked at it and sat back. She simply closed her eyes and smiled but I had a feeling she was laughing inside. Our eyes got locked in contact when I turned, she started laughing but soon stopped when my look changed.

“You’re making jest of me,” I said. She apologized in seconds.
“You know what, let me give you a few tips first. I’m not an expert or anything but try this. Don’t close your lips so tight. Leave a little opening, go in slowly. And, for heaven’s sake, don’t jump away like you got an electric shock. Take your time!” We tried again and did exactly as she said. It felt better. Her lips pressed right against mine and we hugged each other. She said it was better and had me practice one more time.

“Was there something I was supposed to do with my tongue?” I asked. I thought she’d laugh at my dumbness but she didn’t, she just let out a naughty smile and raised her eyebrows. “How did you know?” she asked. I just smiled and uttered no words. We hugged again and she told me to kiss her like before, so she would show me how to do it.

This time, when we pressed our lips together, she slipped her tongue between my lips and right into my mouth. There was this feeling inside of me that felt like a shock. She said we should try again, and this time I should push against hers, too. So we did that.
While we kissed, I had gotten a hard-on. If I had known it would lead to it, I would have stopped right away because I really didn’t want her to notice I got an erection.

To be continued...
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CHAPTER 1
EPISODE 4.

As I grew up I found that I had unexplainable
powers and I didn't know what to do with them, or what they were, or where they came from. Some people told me I had special "gifts". I have an aunt who is deep into whichcraft and spiritism. She use to have all of us kids to show us occult "games". I always had far superior abilities with the ouiji board, tarot cards, etc. As I reached my teens I realized that I had a fast growing ability to influence others, to make them do as I wanted. I had unusual physical strength as well.
I remember that in my past years of high school I was approached by a lesbian girl who tried to pull some of her tricks on me after gym class one day. I went into an uncontrollable rage and nearly drowned her in a toilet. She was much bigger than i, but i would have killed her had no several adults intervened.
I remained in the same school throughout high school. The kids there made fun of me too. The worst thing in the world at that age is to have your own peers abuse you and make fun of you. I reached the point where i couldn't cope with it anymore. When I was in the 12th grade, I was walking down the hall one day when the leading player of the football team called out "Look at that ugly hair-lip". I remember dropping my books and running towards him. The next thing I remember is five teacher pulling me off him. I had nearly beaten him to death. I had broken his nose �, jaw and a number of bones in his face. I had unnatural strength. That boy weighed two hundred pounds and I weighed ninty-eight pounds at the time. I didn't have a single bruise from the fight even on my fists.
This power seemed ominous to me and yet I enjoyed it. It was the only way I could get a little peace. No one could push me around. I look back on it with heart break now, but at the time it seemed worth it just to have a little peace. But all peace, i was soon going to find out, was going to be obliterated by a lie from Satan that I would regret for a long, long time and still do. I am thankful that JESUS loved me all that time, although I did not realize it then. I loved the power that I had. I didn't know where it was coming from, but I wanted to find where to get more of it. That is when I met a friend named Sandy in my youth group at church. She also attended the same high school as I. Sandy was seventeen and so was i. Sandy was a "recruiter" for the Satanist cult and led me into the next step in Satan's plan for my life

CHAPTER 1
EPISODE 3.
My mother was not a Christian, neither did she know that what she did would make me a marked person, carefully by Satanist, and would later in my life , result in my own involvement in the cult.
Satan now had a prized possession. A new born baby where demons and spirits could have a home and could grow and become powerful and agile in my life. As I became more aware and aware of myself, even in my younger days, i knew something different and special was going on within me, but didn't know what it was.
Two months after my birth, my mother was approached and told that she could take me to a children's hospital at a nearby large medical center. There i would have a number of surgeries, very many. As a matter of fact it took sixteen years of plastic surgery to build a face for me. I also had to have long hours of speech and hearing therapy, dental work, everything. This was the beginning of many years in pain, loneliness, and rejection, pain because of plastic surgery burns with agonizing pain during the days of healing and after the surgery. Loneliness because i was not like the other children. Rejection because of their reaction to my disfigurement. I had a very few friends. I became very rough and a fighter. I learned to fight and fight very well in order to be able to stand up for myself.
The children at school seemed to enjoy prodding me and poking me and making fun of me until I could hardly stand it anymore. We moved from school to school, my mother thought it would help if i never had to face the same group of school children a second year. But i did face the same children again and again. Evey school children was the same, the reaction were the same nothing changed, years after agonizing years.
My mother was not a Christian but she didn't deny me the right to go to church but she did not go. I finally did join a youth group at a church it was quite an active group in a Pentecostal Church. I was sixteen years old by then and was accepted by the church youth group because i could sing, and play the guitar and drums. I had many talents in the musical field. It was a rather happy time for me for a short while.
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That was the last time I ever saw Cam at the hotel and work resumed the next day as usual.

It wasn't up to two weeks after that encounter that I had another one. That Friday, I was leaving the hotel when I ran into someone in the reception. He was booking a room. His baby face looked too familiar to forget. The face remained the same. I don't know how he managed to grow older in age, but still not age one day in facial looks. No beard, no pimples, no lines on his face. If you didn't know him well, you'd mistaken him for a small boy of 18 or 19, whereas he was way above 20. Almost the same age with me, but he still looked nearly as young as he did when we were in school together.
"Ration baba!!" I screamed in surprise.
He stared at me, trying to remember my face, but he played along probably sure I was a friend from secondary school, cos secondary school was the last place he probably answered the nickname ration.
We had given him that nickname when he was always complaining of how the ration of food we were served in the dining was too small and always asking for extra ration (which he never got by the way, although some of us used to give him an extra spoon or two from our own meagre rations). He looked deeply at me and I guess recognition dawned on him as he shouted back "Mickey mouse!! Na you be this?" Then rushed to wrap me in a tight hug, which I reciprocated immediately. Yeah, my nick in school was Mickey mouse, from my name Mike and I loved drawing the cartoon Mickey mouse a lot in my books and on papers and pasting on the class walls, so everyone started calling me that and it stuck till we left school.
" Brotherly, na your bro be this o. How you dey na?" I asked him, shaking his hand.
"I'm good o, bad guy. Wetin carry you come here na?" He shook my hand again.
You know one funny thing about guys? When you see two guys greet on the road or stop for a short conversation, there's every tendency that more handshakes than sentences will occur there. I don't just know why we're like that, but for every sentence we exchanged, it was backed up with a handshake.
"I work here bro. Na my base be this. Wetin carry you come my area na?" I asked. Another round of handshake again.
"Oboy, I came to relieve myself of the stress from hustling o, and I have a meeting with a business partner later this evening, and we decided to meet up here, but I arrived earlier and booked a room to unwind and relax a little, before business. Using one stone to kill two birds, you dig?" He flashed me a smile, then turned to the receptionist. "Please have a bottle of red wine, two glasses and two plates of catfish pepper soup brought up to my room now. Thanks." He grabbed his keys from the receptionist and carried his small backpack up and backed it. Then, patting my shoulder, he dragged me along as we headed for the stairs. "Bro, abeg escort me to my room, let's have a reunion party. Hope the hotel will permit that?"
"Yeah, why not?"
Immediately we entered his room on the second floor, he asked me "so, what do you do here?"
"Assistant manager" I replied him.
"Oh... Omo, you dey see money be that o" he laughed.
"Well, not enough, but we count our blessings. Ka sha ma dupe. After all, no be everybody wey finish school get work" I sighed.
"Na true o... Man gats bless God in everything. No be like me wey finish school since, still no work. Na so so hungry dey hook person life" he laughed again.
I knew he was being sarcastic. He didn't look hungry or jobless. Maybe he didn't have a job, but I was sure he had a booming business. He said earlier that he came to the hotel for a business meeting, didn't he?
"Guy, you, hungry? Omo, no make me laugh abeg. Street dog dey complain of hunger, parlour dog too dey follow talk" I rolled my eyes at him, causing a bout of laughter from both of us.
"So, I be parlour dog abi? You don turn me to chiwawa!! Thunder abeg where you dey na?" We burst out laughing again. Then a knock on the door from room service.
A maid wheeled in a trolley containing two plates, covered and a bottle of wine and two glass cups arranged on a tray. Immediately her eyes met mine, she bowed her head slightly and greeted "good afternoon sir"
"Betty, how are you?"
"Fine sir. Enjoy your stay sir" she said to my friend before exiting the room.
My guy turned to me immediately she was out of the room, after taking extra efforts to peel his eyes off her her rotund behind.
"Oh boy, you go dey enjoy for here o. All these girls go dey give you anyhow, as per oga things na"
"If I hear! Make my manager sack me abi? If my boss hear say any staff dey date another staff, their two don lose job that day be that. He doesn't tolerate office romance at all"
"Hmmm... Abeg make we chop before the soup go cold. This una AC for here na die"
We both dug into the plates and silently savoured the meal. After a while of eating, the pepper started hitting home and i reached for the chilled bottle and opened it, pouring into both glasses. After drinking the wine and calming the pepper on my tongue, I decided to ask the million dollar question that had been on my mind since I saw him.
"Bro, I wan ask you something o... Hope say you no go mind?" I started.
"For why na? You na my blood, you fit ask me anything you wan ask me. Wetin dey happen Mickey mouse? Talk to your gee"
"Baba, I just dey admire the way you take dress, your suit is top quality no doubt. This hotel is expensive as Bleep. I know that cos it's my job to. The price of the food is something else. You paid for the room, ordered two plates of very costly pepper soup and a bottle of equally costly red wine. All these without flinching. Bro, jokes apart, all these are indications that you dey see money. Make we no whyne ourself again, bar dey your hand. Abeg, wetin you dey do? Where do you work? What do you do fit a living bro? Abeg show me road. This hotel work no fit give me the kind life wey i wan live, I swear." I was nearly begging him now. Hoping desperately that he'll tell me or better still, introduce me to his business so I can leave this job once and for all for a better life.
"Hmmm bro... You na my blood, I no fit lie give you. I go tell you wetin I dey do, but first, I gats attack this catfish head with all concentration before we talk, abeg" with that, he went back to attacking the fish.
I smiled and faced my plate and cup too.
We finished eating and he called room service to clear the plates.
"So, about what you asked me..." He was about saying more before his phone interrupted. "That must be my business partner. He's early o!" He answered the call and spoke into the phone. I didn't listen to what he was saying, as I considered it rude and impolite to listen in on someone's conversation, so I just focused on sipping my wine and getting lost in my thoughts.
After the call, he stood up.
"Bro, I gats run along abeg. He just called me to come pick him up. He's already at the reception. Try come my room before you close for the day, maybe for evening. By then my guest go don comot. So we go reason wella abeg no vex"
"Alright, no p. I'll check on you later na" and with that, we both stumbled out of his room, heading for the stairs. He went down the stairs while I went up to my office.

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CHAPRTER 1
EPISODE 2.
The small container of blood taken from me was given to another woman called Peace. Peace was what is known as a high priestess she was also in the satanist cult. The selling of my blood was to give Peace more power, more activity and a higher position within the cult. Helen too obtained more power through this transaction.
The blood was taken by Helen and given to Peace. Peace then drank my blood during a ceremony which gave both Satan and Peace possession of me, and opened me up as a home for many demons from that moment on. Peace, at satan's direction, sent many specific spirits into me which would mold and shape my life and personality and future.
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During that time the money my father manage to gather he used it to fly back to Nigeria after a fight with my mum leaving both me and my mum in the United states.

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