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Hi there!... I've missed you more than anything and since I know you just want to delve into the piece I won't stall you kraaa.  Happy reading! 😀 CHAPTER 5  - MISTAKEN Asher Wood smiled his famous smile and as usual, the girls were swooning all over him. Particularly, his smile today was directed towards the lady seated at the bar in the nightclub he frequented. They called the place, Adna and the place sure gave pleasure unimaginable. He shifted his attention back to the lady. There was something about her that drew him to her and he didn't resist the force at all. He approached her and smiled seductively at her. It did nothing as to even make her flinch a muscle and he was amazed. This was the first time his smile hadn't worked. She just gave him a cursory look and went back to her drink. He got another shock. She was taking a soda. No girl he had met in Adna ever took soda. It was either a scotch or brandy or something very stiff at that. Now, this

**About four years ago ** " Hello... Massa Karim... hello... can you hear me?...damn this network! " Brian stammered into his phone. The torrential downpour drummed on the roof of his Hyundai Elantra as he sat in with all its windows tightly shut. This was to prevent the rain from coming in to drench him. The fact that his car had decided to break down aggravated him very much. "Hello... Ahaaa Massa Karim... It is I... Yes... my car broke down in the middle of the Hilla road... " Brian explained to the party at the other end of the call when he had finally been able to hear him clearly. " ...of course Sir... I'll send someone over ," Massa Karim affirmed avidly. He was almost about to close the autoshop just a while ago when Sandra  entered. The rain had started just a while after Sandra 's arrival. They'd been catching up when the phone had began to ring. " Ayitey!... Armah!... Jojo!..., " he called out like a Soprano

Hi there ! We present this week's 4th chapter of Illusions .... You can find the previous chapter here  ....And now, this week's chapter...happy reading!  CHAPTER 4 - THE PARTING Ingrid stared blankly at the phone. She had tried calling her best friend for... how many times now... she couldn't even remember. Throughout her accident and recovery she hadn't even heard from her. The girl didn't pick her calls or even reply her texts. Their relationship had become strained some weeks before The incident . That's what they all chose to call it now. The incident. Back to the issue at hand. Before that she picked her calls only when she felt like it and just replied her texts with short quick answers, almost as if she didn't want to talk, which made Grid feel like a bother. Grid was always the one who called or texted. Esmeralda never did. If Grid didn't call to find out how Esme was doing, Esme didn't bother. Grid had even gone a week w

So a while back I published the first part of this story here and the response was remarkable! Awurabena said she'd like to feature for the sequel and so after a while of cooking it, it is finally here.....Happy Reading and please don't forget to leave a comment! 😉 *A month ago* Ebo Essandoh’s decision to commit suicide had everything to do with Esi Akorful. It was no news. At least, to those who knew him well, of which his mum, the attorney general, and his three closest pals Nii, Jonas and Paa were inclusive. Esi Akorful. Only God knows what power she possessed to cause such transformation in Ebo since they met. That is what we’d call it. A drastic transformation. Ebo Essandoh entered the university with excellent grades. The guy was exceptionally brilliant and his transcript was proof enough.  It was almost like he was the Einstein of his time. Well technically he was. Contrary to what you may be thinking Ebo wasn’t a notorious person. Well to the outside w

Here's to a Sunday fun day ... Enjoy! 😉 #Jeremiah He got there and an immense feeling of nostalgia grasped every part of his being. The smell was as he left it, the houses and people, same save for Hajia Fati who had boosted her Tuo Zaafi’ business from just a little container to a building in the Nti plaza. "Business must be good "he muttered to himself. Everything was the same, yet everything had changed. "Had she changed too? " he wondered. They say for each person, there is the 'one'. You know the one that makes you smile in your darkest days; makes you feel like you are the only homo sapien in the entire infinite number of Universes.  For Jeremiah Korsah, that 'one' had been Anna Boakye and he had loved her for a while until when it came down to choosing between an opportunity of a lifetime to work for the BBC in the UK and Anna, he had chosen the latter. Anna had not been very much pleased about that and till date

Hola Muchachoes! And how have you been?.... Continuing our Illusions series is our chapter 3 today . Although to be frank we've already posted chapters 1 and 2 which you can find here and there respectively 👌. Anyway, enjoy today's chapter 😍💪 CHAPTER 3 – BACK HOME I was appalled. Well, appalled wasn't really the word. More like frustrated. I was right here by her side yet she didn't even realize it. I was always there when she needed me; I always tried to be there for her. I loved her and It was no secret. At least to those who knew me well. She had eyes only for Kemuel which really irked me. I shook my head in disbelieve. If only she knew what I knew, but you see, I didn't want her to love me out of necessity or out of obligation. I wasn't going to tell her. I wanted her to discover the devil Kemuel really was. I wanted her love so badly yet willingly, but then again I couldn't help but smile sadly. My line of work did not allow m

Eiish you guys who have been pressing me to post the sequel to against the sky no, hmmmmm you de3 it's coming wae 😉....Here's a little short story that has been sitting in my drafts for like. .. Well, forever! 😵....It was written spontaneously so here's to spontaneous reading ... Enjoy!    He walked with a spring in his steps though his tired heart warned him of the act being unwise. Soon he was panting like a rabid dog but how could he stop?  He longed to hold Efua in his arms again after being at war for most part of the year. The prospect of this brought him an energy that was tucked away somewhere in his body and he started to jog. "Yaw hold on! your woman will not vanish!", Donkor , his travelling companion teased. But Yaw had already dived behind a thick grove and Donkor was forced to run in a bid to catch up to him. " Loser buys the other a pot of palm wine" Yaw challenged. "You've got yourself a wager" Don

Hi there guys and how have y'all been? ... We couldn't post the second chapter as promised yesterday and for that we apologize 😢...however, we have done so today!😀....Happy Reading! 🙌 (In case you missed last week's episode, click here to catch up)  CHAPTER 2- FLAMED UP Kemuel rushed into the room where Ingrid was being kept . She had been admitted into the private wing of the St. Anne's hospital and was being heavily guarded. Every turn you took saw at least two bodyguards on duty. Her family  was filthy rich and didn't leave any stone unturned in making sure that the safety of their daughter was a surety. Kemuel took one look at the pale figure on the bed and rushed to her side. How had things gotten this bad? He couldn't help but wonder. She looked so peaceful lying there on the bed. He took her hands in his and gently stroked her cheeks.  She blinked open her eyes and slowly turned to face him. 'Kemuel, what happened? ' K