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sochey:
Maybe too dark I can't wait to read it...

Here you go.

sochey:
Chai. Why na? Is there anyway it can be remedied?

I'll post it the way I post my stories in my threads. I don't know why it was removed. Maybe too long, too...dark? I have no idea.

sochey:
Alright, thank you

I tried uploading another one but the Spambot deleted the post and banned me for 24hrs.

sochey:
I love it, thank you so much

I'm still learning how to write expressively like that.

It just takes a creative mind, passion, and a lot of edits and structure. I usually give my characters life and personalities in my head before writing.

sochey:
Talk your mind joor

I don change am. @OP, apologies for making this longer than it should be. It's the writer in me.

I parked outside and walked through the gate into the compound. Toyosi’s car was still in its usual spot. Quite unusual – she should be at work by this time. Maybe she came back to help that fraud pack.

Her handbag and car keys were on the dining table. I opened the guestroom and noticed the man was still around. His stuff was scattered on the bed. I moved up the stairs and halfway up, I heard the sounds – sounds of relentless prayer. I approached the bedroom door, ready to unleash my anger when I paused. Underneath the “kalabayes” and “mandahabalaaalaba hallelujahs”, I could detect other noises - the erotic moans and rhythmic sounds of two bodies slapping against each other. I kicked the door open and barged in, stopping dead in my tracks as I gaped in disbelief.

Toyosi’s protruding breasts shook and bounced all over the place from the force of his energetic thrusts. He held her waist tightly from behind, his hips slamming “miracles” into her. She screamed when she saw me and tried to disengage, but at that moment the “man of God” reached his point of no return – the stupid look on his face as his body froze and convulsed like he was having an epileptic fit, coupled with the weird sounds that came out of his mouth told me he had just nutted in my wife. He finally noticed my presence and let go of her.

Toyosi tumbled off the bed to the far corner. The man knelt there more in surprise than shock, but the look on his face slowly turned into craft and confidence.

“Brother Joshua,” he said, tugging at his goatee as he stepped off the bed.

A sudden calmness washed over me. Any other person would have gone mental on the man. They watched me closely as I walked quietly to the closet and opened a secret panel. Inside lying beside several stacks of mint cash was a black case. I pulled out a mean-looking Magnum Desert Eagle 50 action express.

“Jesus!! Joshua!!! W-w-w-what are you doing with a gun?” my wife screamed. I slammed the loaded clip in and pointed it at the fake fukq who, raising his hands in defense, now had a scared look on his face. It wasn’t there for long.

“Brother Joshua,” he said in that grating, annoying voice I’ve had to endure for several weeks, “when the Lord decrees, man has to obey. We are all but mortal flesh in his eyes.”

He moved confidently to the foot of the bed before turning back to me. “The lord told me…no, he demanded…COMMANDED – that I cleanse your wife’s womb with the holy water of my seed. Who are you to dare question his word?" he roared. "It is his will that I, his esteemed servant, use my staff to purify the vessel that will bear the fruit you seek, just as Moses used his staff to part the Red Sea to lead the Israelites acro-”

The bang of the gun was deafening – his face exploded and brains, blood, and other gory stuff painted the air behind him. He landed on his back on the bed, what was left of his head turning the white sheets and pillows a dark, angry crimson. I put two more into the left side of his chest just to be sure. I turned to my wife, who was already screaming in horror. She sank to the floor in despair.

“Ayanfe mi…please…don’t kill me.” she whimpered. A large puddle began to form under her.

“Why?” was all I could muster.

She began to babble. I found it hard to follow what she was saying. I walked up to her and pulled her naked body to her feet.

"It's okay baby," I consoled her. I hugged her fiercely, kissing her lips with all the passion I could muster.

“I love you,” I whispered before another equally loud bang shook the room.

She gasped and a look of horror etched across her face. A wet gurgling sound escaped her lips, and a gush of crimson sprayed on my face as she tried to speak. She struggled feebly in my arms but I held her tightly. She finally went limp and I saw the light in her eyes fade to nothingness. The bullet had torn through her heart.

I lay her beside the carnage that was left of the now departed man-of-God and caressed her beautiful face, shutting her eyes for the last time. I wiped the blood that had trickled out her mouth and nose, and whimpered a prayer as I wept over her. Looking at the cold steel in my hands, I pushed the barrel into my mouth as far as it could go.

I shut my eyes, and the good times we had in our short time as husband and wife flashed through my darkened vision. My finger tightened. The last thing I heard before my world plunged to black was a final loud bang.

Response01:
I don plaster for hear. I hope it's worth my time

Let's see what you have first.

Vulcanheph:
I loved the story....
There's a reason why kissandra doesn't want to get attached, this is because she's going through what is known as a "hoe phase"... This is what kola hasn't realized

Indeed. Another thing to keep in mind is he may not want to accept he's been used.

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IkeIgboNiile:
Please continue. It's getting really interesting.

I will update today. Thanks for staying tuned.

IkeIgboNiile:
Kola the machine keep making us proud Kudos

Machine indeed .

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