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ADECULATE:
pls make it fast ooo cus we re waiting ooo, more ink to ur pen dear, welldone

Thank you Adeculate. ...

Before midnight. ..enroute home

Divepen1:
When you see a fine story it's always too short.... (I no know who talk am again). Moreeeee

Thank you Divepen1

Hope to update soon.... I was writing at work

Horlorlardaey:
front seat

following ....

I will provide in house drinks.
Well done over there..interesting read

Bibijay I like this.
You're the one who made me register on nl, after reading one of your stories.

May the creativity continue to flow for you.

Divepen1:
When you see a fine story it's always too short.... (I no know who talk am again). Moreeeee

Thank you Divepen1

sirblero:
Dehm!!!
An Uncle Using His Niece As A Sacrifice... Hmmm
*ride On Bro...You're Great!!
*do Not Feel Discouraged...

Thank you for reading and your encouragement.
It's hard to know if the interest is there when there are no comments

So true.

Need coffee for day 6...

Coffee needed for the hands too.

#Nlwriters. ...continue writing

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ADECULATE:
nice 1, pls kip it cuming

Thank you for commenting

Chapter 3

Some years later

Eliora sat waiting in their favourite coffee shop, her back towards the wall, giving her a good view of the people coming into the shop and the people walking outside, going about their business on the sidewalk through the lightly frosted glass shop front. Gazing round the shop she noticed that the huge orange and coffee coloured retro clock that had dominated the opposite wall had been replaced, with a huge black digital display counting down to zero.

‘Are they launching a new product’, she thought, gazing around the shop looking for clues.

The walls in the main sitting area had undergone some recent re-decoration, they were now a bright red; with the word SINS, the previous colour having been a golden coffee brown, with yellow splotches strategically splashed over the brown paint, abstract art for the discerning coffee drinker.

The coffee machines gleamed flawlessly against the new red background, calling out to customers to part with their hard earned cash, to buy ridiculously expensive fancy named coffee drinks made from fairtrade coffee beans mixed with water. The men and women, busy working behind the counter, now sported uniforms with the same red theme. Their aprons were now red in line with the walls; they sported a timer display motif on the middle part of it, a definite improvement over the old plain black ones.

She took a sip of her double choc hazelnut mint mocha, savouring the bittersweet taste and took a bite of the blueberry muffin sitting on her plate, her favourite. The shopping bags on the floor next to the table, were testament to the fact she had done some serious shopping that afternoon, after all she was in New York, a city made for shopping.

Sitting in silence, she carefully watched the people coming into the coffee shop, a habit of hers that was so ingrained and hard to break. She wasn’t tired, but she sure needed some sustenance, she was starving. ‘Starving’, she thought with a little private smile with half the world dying of malnutrition she was pleased that she’d spotted the irony of her own observation.

The other muffin sitting on the plate, a supersized raspberry, orange and white chocolate muffin, was calling to her; she would try and resist it a bit longer she thought as she looked at her watch, moving her gaze once again to the side walk.

One bag in particular, brought another secret smile to her face. She was waiting for Danny and she was sure Danny was going grin and give her that special look, when later on that evening, she gave him his very own very private fashion show.

The Victoria Secret bag, its contents swathed in layers of pink soft tissue were waiting to be unwrapped and flaunted. It was the same look he always gave her just before he leaned in close to kiss her.

She looked at her watch again, tapping her fingernails impatiently on the table, the sun was out on this hot balmy day and most of the New Yorkers were making the most of the hot humid weather; it was shoulder to shoulder walking on the sidewalk as people moved lazily along, trying to get the most of the sunshine. The Empire State building stood shimmering on the horizon as the sun’s rays, creating the illusion of it swaying in the haze like a gymnast on a pole.

The vibration of her phone swiftly brought her out of her reverie and back to the here and now. Picking the phone off the table she checked the caller display.

It was Danny, ‘and about time too’, she thought.

‘Where are you? I am about to start on your muffin and coffee’ she said into the phone.

Looking towards the door and beyond, onto the sidewalk, scanning the crowds to see if she could see him walking towards her.

‘Give me a chance’, the voice on the phone replied. ‘although, considering all those shopping bags at your feet, I would say you have a good excuse for an extra shot of caffeine, but not my muffin’ she could sense his smile coming through the phone.

‘You won’t be able to sleep tonight young lady, but I can always provide you with the perfect antidote for that problem’ he added

‘Where are you?’ laughing, as she looked intently at the crowds of people near the door of the coffee shop. He had to be somewhere near, if he could see her shopping bags.

‘the sins………’

There was a rush of static from the phone, in response to her question and then an explosion; she never heard the rest of what Danny said.

The dream always ended there, the settings always different, but always ending with the explosion and Danny trying to tell her something and she never hearing it.

Always in the cities that had held some kind of significance to them.

She woke up from the dream sweating, breathing shallowly, and fighting for breath, silent tears sliding down her cheeks, this time the dream had been accompanied by sharp shooting pains coming from her stomach, feeling a little light headed, she turned to the other side of the bed and switched on the bedside light, the digital display read 2.30am.

‘Oh Danny’ she whispered silently against the pillows, hugging the other pillow trying to remember his smell.

TBC

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veekid:
Nice story .........

Thank you for reading and commenting

Please note this is my first time writing on this site and I have just realised that bravo delta Sierra mother was not allowed to go through due to the censors.

I also didn't know that e456ic wouldn't go through too.
But I live and learn.

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#Nl writers

Day 5....

25 more days to go. .....it will get harder.

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I hope Uche won't mess up. She gave him a great gift

Twizzy30:
Erotic content . Its like bella's mum is a bad woman and she always maltreat that serwa. WTf is a school bag wit cloths wanna be doing in a Freezer

Or she could be suffering from old age confusion.

Very interesting bibijay

You/ewe
Heal/heel
Peel/peal
Pain/pane
Vane/vein
Been /bean
Fought / fort
Seal/sill
Dear/deer
Bare /bear

#Nlwriters

Day 4 tomorrow ..

Continue writing and remember imagination cam take you anywhere

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@Divepen1

Should we update our word count here?

Other #nl writers more ink to your pen today. And may the creative juices flow.

bibijay123:
I love this story Leigh, i hope Remi finds that special girl

Thank you bibijay.....

We are in for a bumper ride......

OMA4U:
I'd have posted the first round 2000 words, but the fear that the story will be plagiarized is holding me back. I'm putting so much energy into writing this and the story is precious to me. So the thoughts of having my hard-written story on somebody's blog without authorization is disheartening.

Still thinking....

@OMA4U

I understand where you are coming from, that has been my fear too. But sometimes we need to overcome that fear.
I don't know how we can overcome that, i.e. someone copying your work.
Hope some experts can wade in and help.

Good luck

#Nlwriters

Day 3...tomorrow.

Well done to all who have joined and started, more power to your muscles.
and nimbleness to your fingers.

@Moderators you should help promote this.

The stories will bring in a lot of traffic

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#Nlwriters

Day 2......

Keep on writing

Copyright @ Lani Leigh 2016
This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

All rights reserved. No part of this publication maybe reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior permission of Lani Leigh.


Chapter 1

Remi increased the incline on the treadmill; he was running on, he remembered reading in Men’s health that HIIT was the way to go. So here he was, running as fast as he could.

He looked around the gym taking in the brand new cardio machines that had just been installed after the club refit.

Running machines, elliptical machines, cycling machines, you name it they had managed to squeeze all of them into the space they had.
He looked around and saw two women in the gym and at least 10 men. But most of them were busy looking at their phones.

No wonder no one ever lost weight or looked different, the internet had taken over people’s lives.

A notification on his phone, took his attention away from running as fast as he could or should be doing.

Instagram and Twitter pushed the notifications.

Socialite Janet Bode has announced her engagement to Peter Akinbode.
Hmm interesting, he thought.

It sure didn’t take his ex-girlfriend long to get hitched to her so called friend.

He had always suspected that there was something going on between them but she had always said there were just friends. Peter had always turned up to their events with his girlfriend in tow, so they had kept up the façade of a happy couple.

He hadn’t heard anywhere that Peter and Toyin, Peter’s long-term girlfriend had broken up.
Good luck to them.

He looked up just as a young girl walked by the cardio machines, towards the free weights area.

He gave her a cursory look; she wasn’t his type small and petite. Her boobs weren’t anything to write home about, but what she lacked there she compensated with her yansh…

Ooh la la, yep the yansh was something.

His phone beeped again, this time a WhatsApp notification came through from Bayo, his best friend since forever.

He lowered the incline on the machine and changed the intensity to a steady stroll.

Bayo: ‘Ole boy, what are you up to this evening’

Not much O, I just dey here. Currently at the gym. What do you have in mind?

Bayo: ‘I have a guest pass for my club tonight and I wanted to know if you would be interested.

Which club be that? He wrote back

He knew Bayo was into some very private stuff, he was gay but he hadn’t been able to tell his family or his friends.

He had never really told Remi, but they both knew that Remi knew and it hadn’t put a strain on their relationship. Bayo knew Remi always had his back and he had Remi’s.

Bayo was the only person who really understood when Remi had said he wasn’t going to propose to Janet.

Bayo: ‘It’s a very, very private club in Lekki, it’s taken 5 months for them to do all the background checks. I have been there a few times; it’s a great discreet place. I think you will like it. He added a winky emoji.

Remi looked up from his phone and looked around the gym. The girl he had dismissed earlier was in the free weights area. She was lifting some serious stuff; she had looked so fragile walking through the gym. He was intrigued.

What time do I need to be ready for you to pick me up? he responded to Bayo's last message.

loose/lose
whether/weather
sought/sort
dye/die
tyre/tire
for/four
there/their
where/wear