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queenitee:
I don’t know if you think I quoted someone, made a mistake and you are trying to correct me. I didn’t quote anyone.

Then again, the regal way is definitely legal(should definitely be legal all the time )
Good afternoon

nestaAK:
This is one write-up that has held me spell-bound

#ThumbsUp #SheWrites

queenitee:
But why am I having this feeling Gebmiga would go back to his old ways?
Why do I feel like begging shewrites to make Gbemiga and Bulky perfect? I feel like begging you to make Gbemiga Bukky's Mr right

SheWrites:
Together Forever 20

He followed her into the room, carrying a big bowl of ice-cream. He dropped it on the table and looked around him. He liked the way the wall paint colour blended with her green and orange rug.

She closed the door, kicked off her shoes and threw her hand bag on the chair.

"Nice room."

"Thanks," it was his first time in her room,
"I had a great time," she face brightened.

His lips widened in a smile, "Me too," he drew her close. She smiled back at him and noticed the loving way he stared at her.

"Have a goodnight, my damsel," he wrapped his arms around her and sealed her lips with a kiss. She placed her hands around his neck and responded.

Basking in the warmth of her nearness, it became almost impossible to pull away. He gave into the desires that exploded within him, lifted her up in his arms and navigated his way to the bed.

Crushed under his weight his weight, consumed by his kisses, turned on by his caresses, she felt the hardness of his middle-man. Her heart beat accelerated.

PamelB:
imagination or not abi, then kukuma get out of here.
You concluded my story for me and I'm quiet about it but this is enough. There's a limit to all nonsense.
Wat if this story doesn't end d way you're thinking it would end? Please eh, go and construct a story and I'll gladly come and read, derail the thread, confuse the readers and make sure u clap for me.

PamelB:
It's been two days since Claire got admitted to the hospital. She had given no sign of consciousness but Kelvin and Phil never gave up on her.
On the other hand, Micheal wouldn't care less. He was yet to know that his wife was in coma. He would be with Sarah during the day, then at night, he would force himself on Gertrude.

It was on the second night after that incident that Amara came back home. She was looking better except for the black spot on her right cheek.
Micheal was seated on his favourite cushion when Amara walked in. She didn't say a word to him but went straight upstairs.
The house was unusually quiet and her sister's room was locked.

"Gertrude!" She called out

"Yes madam."

Amara was back to the sitting room since she couldn't find anybody upstairs.

"Where's my sister?"

"She's at the hospital madam."

"What? What happened? How?" She looked from Micheal to Gertrude but no answer was coming.

"You, what happened to my sister huh? And since when has she been there?"

"Two days ma." Gertrude replied.

"What hospital is that?"

"Blessed ma. Kelvin sir and Mr Phil took her there."

Amara left without wasting time.
Micheal sat up. He was no longer comfortable. He had thought she would have followed her lover home. Why was she still at the hospital? He stood up and went upstairs to change. This wasn't what he expected. What will people say?





Phil had gone home to change while Kelvin remained with Claire. She looked so innocent and beautiful even though she was out of the world. He would leave the private ward each time the nurses came to clean her up. She now had patches on her face but she was still that woman he so much respected.
Phil came in some minutes later looking clean and refreshed.

"You're back?"

"Yes." He said, sitting beside Claire and touching her forehead.

"You're in love with her right?"

Phil looked at his new friend and nodded.

"But it's no use. I can't have her. So its of no use if I love her or not."

Kelvin gave him a pat on the back.

"Please, you both should take care. I've got some important things I need to handle."

"Alright."

They shook hands and Kelvin left the room, giving Claire a glance. It was time to start dealing with them all. He would make sure she was happy, even if it was the last thing he would do.





Amara stopped at the reception and enquired about Mrs Claire Njama. She was directed to the private ward room C. She opened the door without knocking and couldn't believe her eyes. Her sister was using a life support machine. A handsome gentleman was sitted on a plastic chair, rubbing her forehead. He must have been occupied in thought because he didn't hear her come in.

"Excuse me." Amara said, closing the door behind her.

Phil turned to look at her. He had seen her the other day at the plaza but she was too busy to notice him

"Hey Amara. Hi." He greeted, standing up.

"You know my name?"

"Yea. Claire told me about you. The day I came around, you were busy."

"Oh!"

"I'm Phil by the way."

Amara took his hand and shook it. Wow! So her sister really was a player. But one thing though, she has eyes for good things. The three men in her life were all handsome, and judging by Phil's looks, rich as well.

"Nice meeting you Phil."

"The pleasure is all mine." He replied, sitting beside Claire and taking her left hand in his.

Amara watched with interest. This one would definitely be a good catch. Such open show of affection. She was disappointed though because she never believed her sister would cheat on her husband. She too would do same anyways. She's had Kelvin. Micheal and Phil would definitely join that list.

Micheal opened the door and froze in shock. Reality dawned on him and his senses started to return. He had gone far. She was on a life support machine.
Another thing caught his eyes, he was holding his wife's hand. This brought anger to him and he knotted a fist, ready to teach this third party a lesson.
While he was busy feasting his eyes, he didn't see the anger on Phil's face. He didn't see that he too was ready to deal him thousand blows.

"What are you doing here?" Phil asked with clenched teeth.

Micheal scoffed.

"She's my wife and I should be asking you what you're doing here. Move aside." Micheal said pushing him aside.

He didn't see the blow coming. It was when he fell to the marbled floor that he shot his eyes up.
Amara went to Phil, who was ready to land on Micheal.

"Why would you hit him?

"Cause he put her in this condition. He beat her up and left her in that room to die."

"What!"






Happy Sunday house

nihinlolawa24:
hmm.,Claire really tried o. some women can't take half of wat she's managing. Pamelb kudos to u. more update pls

rosalieene:
truth is, once you start cheating, no going back. so its better not to start at all.... .
to prevent stories that touches.

Alennsar:
WHEN ONE door close God will open another one.

gtin:
Phil nd Claire will soon hit it up, ride on sis