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"One More Night."

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For all of you that have gone to Okadabooks and bambooks to download my books, I am so grateful. I see you all and I am humbled.

Please don't forget to do your reviews so I can identify you individually.

Your reviews, aside from telling me who you are and how you see my works, also encourage other readers to get my books.

The best gift you can give to your favourite author is to buy her books and also drop reviews on every platform.

So, ejoor, biko, encourage this ministry.

Meanwhile, if you are new to my page, I say a big welcome to you. I don't mind if you introduce yourself and let me know how this story is making you feel so far.

Also, you can check out my books on Okadabooks and Bambooks.

The title of my works is thus:

"Many Waters: The Soldier Story Book 1."

"God, Michael and Me."

"Paradise, A Twin Bliss Resort Novel."

These books are made cheap on Okadabooks so you can be able to afford them. Please encourage me by downloading and reading my books on these platforms.

Also, don't forget to rate (give me stars) and write reviews.

"One More Night."

I will drop next episode tomorrow. Let me do school assignment today, I'm running my PhD program. And assignments are piled up

Three

"You are such great luck to me." George pulled me into his arms as soon as I walked out of the bathroom. "These past years, you have brought me nothing but favour."

"The Bible said 'he that finds a wife finds a good thing and obtains favour from God," I said, inhaling his scent of baby soap (George's favourite bathing soap) and freshness. "I am your favour, my love."

"That you are!" His voice rang. He was excited this night, and something told me it wasn't just because of the party. "Today, you brought me the biggest of luck!" Pulling me with him to the bed, he made me sit on his lap. "How do you do it?"

"Do what?" I asked, chuckling.

"It's like an enchantment. Everyone that sets his or her eyes on you falls in love with you."

"I don't know..." Tightening the towel around my chest, I shrugged. "Maybe I have an invincible magic wand or a pixie dust."

"Maybe." Turning my face to meet his, he gave me a deep kiss. "And tonight, you made me the happiest man in the world."

Parading me like a trophy queen was one of the things that made George happy. And like I said earlier, I enjoyed it too. The envious looks on people's faces—those that wished they had what we have. The admiration from well-wishers, the dreamy looks on the faces of single ladies and gentlemen.

I love everything about us.

Another deep kiss and George eased me off him. "Sit beside me, honey." I did. "You know that man we met today?"

"Which man?" Shifting to the bed's headboard, I leaned my back on it, placing my legs on George's thighs.

"The one that came in late..." I'd totally forgotten about that man. Well, not totally, but somehow, I'd succeeded in pushing the thought of him to the back of my mind and had locked it securely so it wouldn't slip out. But now my husband mentioned him...

"You mean the one that..."

"James nau."

"Yes, ehm..." Even his name sent jitters down the pit of my stomach. "I actually want to talk to you about him."

"Really?" My husband's eyes lit up with excitement. "That means the spirit is working. I also want to talk to you about him."

Oh, great. George must have seen through the man like I did and decided we didn't need him. Not a man that his eyes on his wife. No, such a man wasn't welcomed to be an investor in our business no matter how much he was willing to part with.

"You first," I said, wiggling my toes as he cracked them.

"You know he agreed to invest."

"Mm-hm."

"Guess how much he's willing to put in." Abandoning my toes, he pinned me with that gaze I knew so well... Excitement dancing in his eyes.

Oh, no.

"George, I..."

"A hundred and fifty!"

"What?" Jerking my legs off George's body, I sat straight.

"Yes, honey. Yes!"

"But... But. That would make him the highest shareholder!"

"The highest after me." He grabbed my face. "Don't worry honey. I am still the chairman and the director of the company." He didn't understand... George, oh George. It's not about who became the Director.

"What," I swallowed my fear. "What was your response to him?"

"What do you mean what was my response? This is dream come true! We've prayed for this severally, you and I, honey. Now the lord has answered..."

This is not the Lord's doing! George!

"I don't think this is a good idea, George. With the amount he's willing to put in, he will own thirty per cent shares in the company, you forty, mine ten and the Nwoye brothers five each."

"Yes... What's wrong with that?" Everything! Accepting him and his money would place him in a place of authority in the company. He would make decisions—though could be overruled by my husband but... He would be part of the company and... and... I would be seeing him in board meetings and.

"George."

"Come on, honey. What are you afraid of?"

Falling into his web! Fanning this amber of lust he planted in me. My inside would burst if he as much as looked at me the way he did today. Not being able to say no to him!

"Anyway, we've not totally concluded yet."

Thank God!

"He wants both of us to think it through first. Then you can go with the papers to his office, he's a busy man..."

"I will do no such thing!" Springing up from the bed, I levelled a glare at my husband. "Goodness, George!"

"Chioma, what is going on? What is wrong with you?"

"No, George. What is wrong with you?" I near screamed? "How could you agree to such a thing?"

"I have not agreed to anything, Chi."

"You don't sound as if you've not accepted! Everything about you... Your excitement alone is enough to convince me that you have already taken this man in."

"Honey." He was on his feet, holding me. "Yes, I want him in, we need his money badly..."

"We don't..." The arching of his brow reminded me that I was raising my voice. "I don't want him, George." His aura, his lust, this crazy fire burning in me for him. "Help me, George. Tell him you've changed your mind."

"I don't understand." He pulled his hands away from me, his gaze reduced to a squint. "Help you? What is this about?"

"He... he doesn't want the shares, George. He wants... Uhm... he's only interested in..." Should I let him know? Would he believe me? "George please don't do this."

"Chioma, I am so confused right now. You don't like this man, I understand. Even though I feel there's no reason why you shouldn't. I've known James since secondary school. He's an honourable man."

"He's not..."

"What do you have against him?"

"He's a dangerous man."

The laughter that rolled out of George's mouth took me aback. "Come on, honey. Don't let his mean face deceive you."

"George!"

"Okay, okay. But we need his money."

Fifteen

[b]

Two

"Excuse me," I muttered, slipping away from George's grip, I started walking back to the party, aware of this strange man's eyes on me and the laughter that would be dancing in them.

Chioma you should be ashamed of yourself! I thought, snatching a glass of cocktail off a steward's tray. How could I lust after a man I just met like that? What was wrong with me?

Me! A Christian woman, married for twenty years. And in all those years had remained faithful to George. Not out of compulsion or duty but love.

George gave me everything. From a name and an Identity as I was a nobody when he picked me up, to an education that made me stand out among my contemporaries. And an inheritance! I wasn't just George's next of kin, I was his partner in everything— everything he owed he gave me a share of, an equal share. The houses, the company, his stocks.

No man had ever measured up to my husband. None!

Gulping the drink all at once, my eyes combed the now thinning party (people were beginning to leave) for a steward who would get me more drinks.

None was in sight so I decided to go in search of the party's chief Butler.

"We are running out of drinks," the amiable Barida said while refilling my glass.

"But my husband instructs you to make sure this doesn't happen."

"I know, ma." The young man said, frowning, while I pulled a stool and sat down, leaning on the improvised wooden bar-top. "Oga said we should plan for a few friends and family members. I am surprised at the number of people here."

"Well, my children had other plans." They had sent invites to our church members, estate neighbours and even our enemies.

"I've called for more supplies sha, it will be here soon."

There won't be any need for that as the compound was beginning to be empty, but I didn't tell Barida that.

Taking a sip out of my drink, I turned and watched the party for a while. My eyes stayed on my daughter and our pastor's son standing beside one of the pine trees in the compound, then moved to where Mama Ibinabo was shovelling spoonfuls of rice inside her mouth gluttonously. This would be plate number what? I knew I'd seen her eating Semo and egusi soup. And a few minutes ago, I met her standing at the roasted plantain stand with a plate in her hand.

Hissing, I moved my gaze away from her. I was bored of this party. Seriously, I needed a back rub which George does very well and good sleep. I was about to return my gaze to my drink when I sighted James and my breath caught. Swinging back to face the bar, I hoped that no one saw the embarrassment on my face.

"Idiot," I muttered, trying to quiet my fluttering core. "Idiot!" I didn't know if I was referring to the devil of a man that had thrown me a salute with a wry grin on his face as my eyes locked with his, or myself, for losing my head.

Downing the remainder of my drink, I beckoned on Barida for a refill.

"Ah-ah! Madam," he said, astonished. "This is cocktail o."

"Don't worry, Barry. I won't get drunk." Just this third glass and I would retire for the night.

I would tell George what I feel about this his prospective business partner. I knew how much he needed the money, he'd always lament about how investors weren't easy to come by, especially in the textile industry. But I wasn't going to allow him to entangle us with this devil.

Pushing back a strand of hair that had strayed from its bound to my face, I took more sips and proceeded to get my phone from my purse.

"He shouldn't leave you out of his sight." Sputtering out drinks at the sound of that haunting voice, I whipped my head up. When did he... What's he doing here? "There are predators around..." He said, his eyes fixed on the collection of drinks at the bar shelf (Barida was gone.) "Waiting to feed on beautiful women whose husbands are too careless."

"Where is..." I swallowed the nerves that clogged my throat. "Where is my husband?" I asked, avoiding his eyes as he had now turned to look at me.

"You mean George?"

"I have no other," I spat.

His hesitation to speak made his standing beside me more uncomfortable. It was as if he was mocking me with his silence, telling me to search my heart if I meant it when I said 'I have no other.'

"Off to scout for more investors," he said finally.

We slid into another moment of silence, I could hear only the soft music emanating from the speakers and the thump-thump of my heart. I hope he wouldn't hear the latter.

"So," He sighed. Turning fully to face me. His elbow leaned on the bar-top while he crossed one leg over the other. "You are his bait."

"What?" I lifted my face to meet his gaze now. "What the hell are you talking about?

" Oh, Chioma..." He growled. Christ! The sound of that! And the effect it was having on me. "That's the name, right? Chioma?" When I didn't respond, he continued. "He is offering you to me."

"You are the one getting Ideas in your head. All George wants from you is business."

"My money."

"Which you will get your dividend like every other investor."

That shut him up for a while, but the next thing he said sent my heart reeling from my chest to my mouth.

"You are all the dividend I want."

Wha... Jesus Christ! Looking around to be sure no one was within earshot, I levelled a glare at him. "You should be ashamed of yourself," I gritted, wishing my voice wouldn't tremble the same way my inside was doing.

"The only thing I'm ashamed of is standing here with a woman who I desperately want in my bed without as much as kissing her lips."

"You are despicable." Getting up, I wanted to throw the remaining of my drink on him to wipe the naughty grin off his face.

"Despicable is attractive and I know I've got you aroused."

"I don't..." Swallowing hard, I wondered why it felt so nice having him say those dirty words to me, his eyes undressing me. I could almost feel his tongue on my...

"Here you are." George! Oh, thank goodness! Picking my purse, I flew into my husband's arms. "Hey, girl. Are you okay?" He asked.

"She misses you," James cut in. Doing a poor job of hiding the sarcasm in his voice. "You shouldn't leave your wife alone, George."

"I had a lot of people to meet, and I didn't think she's up to that stress."

"I want to retire for the night," I whispered to my husband, not trusting my limbs to remain calm under that man's leering eyes.

As George excused himself and begin to course me towards the house, I glanced back and meet James winked at me as though he had expected I would glance back.

Fourteen

Scarlett

One was dead already, gruesomely murdered— the picture of the dead girl would haunt her for the rest of her life. Now another had sought for her help. Scarlett had to do something, or this one would die too, and it would be all her fault

Tossing her phone on the bed, she covered her face with her palm and scolded aloud. Never since she left Madame Charlotte had she felt helpless, helpless and confused. For all along, Scarlett had known that a time like this would come— the past had a way of catching up with one, but she thought she had the backbone to deal with it as Madame Charlotte did. She was supposed to oversee situations and should come up with ways of silencing obstacles like the sudden appearance of Mr P.

Why wasn’t she strong enough to face the man?

Why was he making her panic this much?

Because you weren't supposed to leave him in the first place, nobody leave him on their own terms.

Now he was after her. trying to bend and break her by every means. Using her girls to get to her. And if she delayed any further, he would slaughter every one of them, making each death more gruesome than the other, sending her pictures of the bodies, until she could take it no more.

She thought of dialling Mr Chip, her lawyer, he could know someone in the police department to contact. Someone who could protect her and her girls, but then she thought again; who would want to stick his neck for a bunch of street women f*cking their ways to riches? What does the life of a who*re worth to the Toronto police department?

Yet, she had to do something— she had to save Mercury somehow.

The question now was how?

Springing up from the bed, she walked through the room to get her jacket from the wardrobe. She had to go after Mercury. That might be a wrong Idea but at the moment, that seemed to be the best thing to do. Better than sitting around doing nothing.

Hurrying out of the room to get to where she left her shoes at the last landing of the stairs, she bent to wear them. It was when she got up that she realized she wasn't alone.

Sitting in a corner, huddling in a chair was Meggie.

****
Paul

“Mr Belanger wants to see you immediately.”

“Huh? Paul mumbled, stepping out of the taxi that brought him to her house. It was suddenly cold out here, cold and drizzly. ridding his hair of the drops of water that had settled on them, he began to walk towards her house. “Where?” he asked George who was at the other end of the line as he stood in front of Scarlett's door.

“He’s having a business launch with some people at Ottawa and he wants to introduce you,” George said hastily.

“Do you know what time it is?"

"Yes."

"And you want me to just get myself to Ottawa.” Climbing up to the porch, his fingers circled the knocker.

“Yes, Paul. And I’m on my way there now.”

“Christ! What is wrong with you?”

“Business, boy... fame awaits you.”

“Can’t we do this tomorrow?”

“Are you out of your mind?”

Yes! he was both out of his mind and tired of being dragged from one meeting to another.

“There’s a plane ticket for Ottawa waiting for you at the concierge's desk at the hotel.” A long meaningful pause. “And Paul, make absolutely sure you do not let me down. This is for your own good.”

Before Paul could say anything, the man hung up.

“Christ!”

****
Scarlett

It was a tremendous shock, but at the same time, it was no surprise at all. She knew Meggie would return, just that this wasn’t the right time.

Meggie didn’t say a word, she just huddled in the chair staring at Scarlett, her afro-wig curled to a ridiculous height, her eyes red-rimmed and watery.

“How did you get in here?” Scarlett asked.

“Hey, sugar. Aintcha heard of picking locks? I was born in the street, girl. Ain’t never come across a lock that can defeat me.”

“You chose the wrong profession then— you should have been a burglar,” Scarlett said dryly. she wasn't going to be intimidated by this person too. “What do you want again?”

“Some greeting!” Meggie whined. “Some sh*t-a*s greeting from such an old friend.”

“Cut the crap, Meggie. Tell me why you are here and get out!”

The other lady seemed to have developed a nervous facial tic, and when she stood, Scarlet noticed how painfully thin she had become. with a shudder, Scarlett remembered her relationship with this girl, business and personal. it all seemed like another world away.

“What about another cash?” Meggie asked, attempting a camaraderie that had ceased to exist long ago. “I’ve run out.”

“You said you’ll not bother me again!”

“To conceal a murder? what you gave me the last time was peanut.”

What?

“Besides, you are doing pretty fine. You can afford to spare something for good old Meggie.”

She was about to tell the other lady to go to hell when the door opened and... Paul!

Her heart lurched into a series of sharp palpitation as she watched him stare hard at Meggie, and then his brows rose in recognition.

“Have I seen you before?” he picked his words carefully.

“Have you?” A mischievous grin played on Meggie’s lips as she shot her a glance. “You have!” Stretching her hand for a shake. “So, handsome...”

“Meggie was actually leaving.” Scarlett cut in, grabbing Meggie’s hand so Paul wouldn't touch her.

“Actually, She was about to buy my silence.” Meggie held her gaze, daring her to say otherwise. “Aren't you, kiddo?”

Nodding, her heart raced. Why the hell was the world closing in on her today? Why was Maggie back? And Jesus! Why did Paul come after her? He wasn’t supposed to come here, he shouldn’t come after her!

“So?” The other lady got bolder. “Are you giving me the cash, or should I sing?”

Swallowing the sob crawling up her throat, she flashed Paul a glance, the confusion on his face made her want to crumble at his feet and weep sore. But she wouldn't, she owed him nothing— a few conversations, one dance, a mind-blowing kiss didn’t make him responsible for her.

“Hey, kiddo,” Maggie cut in. “I’ve got no time.”

“Mm...” Avoiding gazing at Paul again, she hurried out of the room. when she returned with some dollar notes, Paul was in a conversation with Meggie. Again, her heart began pacing. What the hell was Meggie telling Paul?

“Here's the money, get out,” she shouted at the other woman.

“But I was making my acquaintance with...”

“Don't you need money again? Haven’t you come here to blackmail me?” She didn’t know why she had to say that before Paul. But once she started, she couldn’t stop the anger that was fast consuming the whole of her.

“Blackmail? Sh*t girl. I taught you everything you know. If not for me, you’d still be peddling it for twenty bucks a night, slaving for madame Charlotte. I got you out of that scene. Blackmail— sh*t! You were some black little kid with a foxy pair of tits and a hot box. Blackmail! Ain’t that, b*tch!”

Scarlett has had enough, and she was sure Paul had too. She could see him from the tail end of her eyes; he was looking so shocked and so lost. She was expecting him to turn to the door and leave, but he stood there, gazing from Maggie to her.

Thrusting the money towards Maggie again,

“This is two hundred dollars. It's all I have in cash. But get this straight— I’m not giving you this because I owe you anything but because I feel sorry for you.”

Maggie laughed uneasily. “Sorry for me? Are you paranoid or something? Ain’t nobody gotta be sorry for me. I’m together... like in tune. You wanna give me two hundred? Sure. I deserve it for saving your little ass and covering up for you for the murder you committed.”

“Murder?” Paul moved closer, “What murder?”
“Oh, she didn’t tell you?” Meggie gave off laughter. “Oops, I forgot it’s supposed to be a secret.”
“Get out!” Scarlet ordered.

“If I were you...”

“Get out!”

Snatching the money and stuffing it in the waistband of her shorts, she headed for the door. And as she passed, Scarlett noticed that her whole body was shaking. On a second impulse, she grabbed the white girl’s arm and pushed up the sleeves of her sweatshirt and the whole arm was a mass of angry red tracks.

“You are actually doing it, aren’t you?”

Pulling her hand sharply away, Maggie glared at her. “Go f*ck yourself,” She growled. “You big time motha! Don’t come giving me that your sh*t a*s ‘I’m better than you’ attitude, wh*re.” Sniffling, she wiped her nose. “Watch you back, b*tch. And...” looking Paul over,
“Don't get him into your mess, he looks too clean for you.” She walked in a jaunty way out of the door. “Watch your neck, sugar. They will come after you someday... leave that hot stuff boyfriend of yours out of ya mess!” her voice trailed off as she walked down the road in her scuffed boots and ridiculous wig.

With heaviness on her shoulders, Scarlett returned her attention to Paul who was gazing at her as though he’d never known her.
Of course, he never did.

“I told you... You can’t be with me.”

There was so much she wanted to say to him. So much she wanted to explain. Not that she was expecting that he would stay after all he’s heard about her, but because she felt the sudden need to talk to him. But his phone began to ring.

Fishing it out from his pocket, he began to speak to the person at the other end of the line, his eyes still on her face.

PumpumPrince:


Please u seat on my lap for one minutes?.
.i need to sheck somtin please?

Oya who Sidan for her leg?

Temptation

I thought I was immune to sexual advances. That no man would ever spark my interest or get me drooling since my husband was everything I've ever wanted and more; he got the looks and the bag (if you understand what I mean), not to mention his consistency with the big 'Os' (My gosh! I looked forward to those moments which were frequent. My husband was good with his shaft.)

So, you see... There was no reason to even consider sparing another man a smile because George my husband set the bar so high that no other man would be able to reach...

Well... No other man except one.

A sinful son of the devil. Lucifer with perfect teeth and a killer smile. My husband's business partner.

It all started on our twentieth wedding anniversary and we finally decided to celebrate—we've never celebrated our anniversaries before. Unnecessary stress, that's what George called it and I agreed with him. But that year, the kids talked us into it and for their sake and our peace of mind, we gave in. On the condition that they would take care of the planning.

"You are as beautiful as the first day I met you." George slipped his hands around me from behind, pulling me closer so my backside would rest on his burgeoning manhood. Moving in even closer, I began to sway my hips, brushing and rubbing my backside on the now hardened manly pendulum. "Ah... Grace, you are killing me." After twenty years, you still arouse me like this."

"I'm glad I'm the only woman who can get you feeling like this," I purred. Resting the back of my head on his shoulder. I meant it when I said I was the only woman. George was a one-woman man. He had never cheated on me (I knew this somehow)

"Maybe we should have a quick one," he said, running his hands up and down my curves. "You don't need to remove everything, just lift your gown and..." His wet kisses on my neck finished his sentence.

"You are already dressed," I said, moving my hair to the other side of my neck.

"I don't mind removing everything." More kisses. "For this here," he scrunched a handful of my backside, "I can even cancel this party."

"What will you tell the children then? They put in their time to make this day happen."

"Argh..." He groaned, letting me go. "What will I do with this heaviness between my legs, nau?"

Laughing, I turned to face him. "My babe... Maybe we can do something about that."

"Really?" His face lit up.

That was how we stepped into the party organized for us by our children, reeking of passionate sex and satisfaction.

Did I tell you that George was a proud man? Yes, he would always show off his successes and possessions. So it didn't put me off when he started showing me off to every one of his friends and partners.

In fact, I gloried in it.

Which woman wouldn't be? My George was everything women wanted in a man and I was glad to be the queen of his heart and his world.

"Congratulations, Mr Ogunka... Goodness! Your wife hasn't aged one bit."

"She's a queen and queens don't age." George would say, gripping my waist possessively and pulling me to himself.

Sometimes he would plant a kiss on my lips, my cheek, my forehead... Anything to show his love and ownership of me.

Again, I didn't mind.

The night was almost over—Man! Was I glad!— when a car pulled into our compound and a man stepped out of it.

I shouldn't have bothered with this late visitor if I didn't notice the way others moved out of the way as he began to walk toward us, or the aura of power and command around him that suddenly overlooked the whole place as he moved even closer.

"Who is that man?" I asked, tapping George who was chatting with his younger brother while sipping a glass of wine.

"Which man?" His eyes followed my fingers. "Oh, that's the man I want to see right now." My husband squirmed with excitement. Grabbing my hand, he pulled me to my feet. "Come on, honey, let's go meet him."

The man saw us before we get to him and a slow smile worked up his lips. "George." He took my husband's hand without even sparing me a glance. "I wouldn't have forgiven myself if I didn't make it to your party today."

"I wouldn't have forgiven you too." My husband laughed, totally forgetting me. "Come on in... You shouldn't be standing." My husband was already walking off when the man rested his eye on me.

"Who is this beauty?" The man asked, his eyes walking from my hairline to my feet and back up again. In short, he was leering and there seemed no end to his fascination.

"Oh, Uhm..." My husband slipped his hand around my waist, pulling me closer. "This is my wife, Chioma."

Arching a brow, the man gave me another slow, essence-clinching stare. "She is a goddess," he murdered. Deliberately stressing the word 'goddess' making sure his voice permeated my skin, gripped my soul and my desire. "It's my pleasure meeting you finally, ma'am." Offering his hand, I took it and regretted doing so immediately.

Jesus Christ! I have never felt an electric spark pass from one person to the other so fast. I needed to pull my hand away from this devil but he held it firmly, not ready to release me yet.

George! My heart called out. George! Stop this madness! Save me from this man, warn him off like you do other men. But my husband was also held by this man's spell. He didn't seem to be perturbed by what was going on.

"My name is James." The man said. I almost expected him to say, 'And I want to have sex with you.' Because everything about him... The burning in his eyes, the heat passing through his hand to mine, screamed his lust for me.

"I have been trying to get James to buy shares in our company," my husband cut in.

"And I might consider doing that now." James released my hand. "If your wife will want me to." He said, smiling at my husband.

What? This man was shameless! And my husband a big fool.

How come George didn't read between the lines? This man was bargaining with him... Subtly playing his card of 'give me your wife and I will give you my money,' and George wasn't seeing it?

The worst of it all was that I could feel my attraction to him. I didn't want it, I didn't want him... But my inside was saying otherwise. My pulsating carnal... Jesus!

This was wrong.

"Of course, Chioma would want you to invest in our company." George enthused. "Don't you want that, honey?"

I want him to have me... No no no... Where did that thought come from? "Yes." I breathed. "Yes, I want him..." He turned his head to look at me, a lascivious smirk playing on his lips. What did he hear? "I want him to buy the shares."

"Then, I will." His dark eyes glimmered.

"Just like that?" My husband asked.

"Just like that."

I knew it wasn't just like that. Something evil was about to happen and George had just put me at the centre of it.

To be continued o, make I go find money ���

Can we run two stories here concurrently?

A message preached by Pastor Osiri Wisdom of the Wisdom Place Church inspired this Short story.

My other story will still be running until I finish it.

Meanwhile, enjoy this short story...

Nairaland bot be giving me PTSD. Every little thing, it will send be go jail. Even for things I don't know when I committed o. I was barred from posting here for the past two days.

And I wanted to post a snippet of the edited "God, Michael and Me" so you can read to your pleasure.

Now what do I do?

Anybody know how to avoid this, please let me know o

Nairaland bot be giving me PTSD. Every little thing, it will send be go jail. Even for things, I don't know when I committed o. I was barred from posting here for the past two days.

Thank God they have released me. So we move

Please, anybody, know what I can do to avoid this, please let me know o

You think you've read this story and it's beautiful?

Then check out the edited, polished version of it ��

Let me give you a snippet of the work; read and compare

I can see all of you reading even though you are on ghost mode . It gives me joy to be back. Thank you all for your patience. I have been working on a lot of things.

God has been faithful to me and he is taking this my talent to places.

I have you all to thank too. I started in Nairaland and I grew with you guys. You built me.

I say thank you to everyone of you.

"The fat girl and the soldier that loves her," now has the title "Many Waters: The soldiers Story Book 1"

Hotter, action-packed and filled with intrigue

Still on Okadabooks at 700 naira.

Download and leave a review.

Hi, great people. Please while we await the next update. Don't forget that all of my books are now on Okadabooks.

The just-concluded "Church girl romance," is now on Okadabooks with the title "God, Michael and Me." And with just 600 you can download and read this amazing story. Even thought I posted it here, you will be amazed at the changes that has been done to it.

There is also a bonus chapter (after wedding scene erotic )

So, please support your girl.

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Amarita:
Thanks for the update Rosemary...missed you so much ❤️

Missed you too, sis.

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Ann2012:
Thanks for the update ma’am

hi Ann. Thank you for always being here.

Jhay1122:
Thanks for the update

hi, thank you so much. Hope you can still catch up with the story

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Tina11:
Thank u so much for this book. It's outta this world, i have read it over and over again and i love it even more. God bless u

Thank you so much, sis.

sweetonugbu:
Take care of ur welfare first

oh, thank you so much for being so considerate. God bless you.

I am ashamed to respond o. People of God, I have gotten a lot favour from people here and outside. My stories are getting recognition and requests to write sequels to my old stories are coming.

Some writing organisations that wants me to collaborate with them to write both series and anthologies too. So I went off to hustle small money (writing ) please, bear with me let me clear my table a little. How long will you people give me now

Will next weekend be okay?

The edited work is on Okadabooks platform now.

nat138:


Hey Rosemary, Happy birthday to you. Enjoy a blessed year ahead.

Will the book be available on Okadabooks at some point? Checked but it isn't there yet.

It will, though Bambooks wants it exclusive on their page for now. They love it so mich . But I will get to Okadabooks soon