LOOM OF THORNS
"Some things are meant to be ruined, Stranger. I'd like to ruin your innocence".....
Becca is a "Good Girl" with a clear plan: finish her Home Science degree, keep her head down, and live by the Word. Her life is a collection of modest skirts, silent prayers, and the steady hum of her sewing machine. But when Josh—the untouchable "King of NUAT"—stumbles into her textile lab bleeding and hunted, Becca’s carefully stitched world begins to unravel.
Josh is ambitious, dangerous, and hiding a secret that could burn the entire campus to the ground. He didn’t mean to drag the quiet "Church Girl" into his war, but after one desperate, stolen kiss in a dark closet, the damage is done. To the campus, she’s his new obsession. To his enemies, she’s the perfect leverage.
Now, Becca is no longer a ghost in the halls. She’s a target.
With a sinister voice from the shadows claiming that "Stitches don't hide secrets," Becca must decide if she can trust the man who used her to survive—or if the boy she saved is the one who will ultimately destroy her.
In a jungle like NUAT, even the purest soul can get caught in the thorns.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 15: SOLACE IN SHAMBLES BECCA’S POVAt a dusty roadside kiosk. A faded "MTN/GLO" umbrella offered the only shade. Under the shade a plus sized woman with badly bleached skin was sitting, chewing gum nonchalantly.My fingers trembled as I stretches a ₦500 note to the woman sitting under the shade and collected a small strip MTN airtime card. I needed to hear my mother’s voice. I needed to know that somewhere in this world, she wasn't alone."Sister Becca."The voice wasn't Josh’s; Josh would never address her as "sister". It was heavy, irritated and familiar. I turned to find Brother Clement—the head of the Welfare Department—standing there in a sweat-stained shirt, his Bible clutched like a weapon."Brother Clement! Thank God," I exhaled, a small spark of hope lighting up. "I’ve been trying to reach the Pastor. My calls goes unanswered, sometimes it says it's 'unavailable'. I'm so happy to see you; I even sent you a message on WhatsApp.
Last Updated: 2026-04-26
Chapter: CHAPTER 14: THE EYE THAT SINNETHJOSH’S POVThe afternoon sun was a relentless, blinding glare off the hood of the silver Lexus. I didn’t even have the engine off before Ada was there. I didn’t bother turning off the Lexus. The engine hummed—a low, mechanical snarl that matched the look in my eyes as Ada blocked my path. She was dressed in a blazer that cost more than our tuition, her arms crossed, her eyes two chips of cold obsidian. She didn’t look like the acclaimed "Queen of NUAT" today; even though she wore expensive articles of clothing, she looked hastily put together.Under the hot Abeokuta sun, Ada was sweating and panting."You’re late for the Budget Committee, Joshua," she said, her voice with you a touch of silky malice. "But I suppose the 'virgin' is a time-consuming hobby."I just stared at her."You said she wasn't your type!" She raised her voice a few decibels. "You abandoned me for that 'thing'!" Her eyes were red and watery with unshed tears."Point of correction, Becca's not a thing!""You’re real
Last Updated: 2026-04-26
Chapter: CHAPTER 13: THE KING'S KINGDOM BECCA’S POVAs Josh pulled the Lexus away from the restaurant, my phone didn't just vibrate—it screamed. The notifications were a rhythmic, terrifying pulse against my thigh. I pulled the device from my pocket and felt my stomach drop into my shoes.[NUAT GIST & LEAKS 🌶️]The photo was high-resolution: Josh’s hand covering mine on the restaurant table, his face inches from mine. It looked like a kiss. My reputation was irrevocably in shambles. The comments were a blur of "Holy Harlot" and "Lexus Queen." I turned the phone off, but the screen stayed burned into my subconscious."They’re watching us right now, Josh. Every move we make is a headline for people who hate us."He tried to comfort me, to offer his "media friends," but I pulled away. "Just because the world thinks I’m yours, Joshua, doesn't mean I am. You keep that thing in your trousers, and you keep your hands to yourself. You are my bodyguard, not my b
Last Updated: 2026-04-25
Chapter: CHAPTER 12: POISONED TABLE BECCA’S POVThe night in the Elite Hostel hadn't been the scandal the campus imagined. There was no sin, only a heavy silence. The fluorescent light flickered overhead, humming a low, irritating tune that matched the headache blooming in my head. I sat up, the "KING’S COURT" logo on my chest feeling like a brand of iron.Across the room, Josh was a shadow against the morning light. He looked smaller. The "business alliance," the "lost drive," and Ada’s venom had stripped away the gold leaf of his reputation."Becca?" his voice was raspy, tentative.I didn't look at him. I reached for my bag, my fingers brushing the Bible I’d clutched all night. "Don't, Josh. The sun is up, let's prepare for school. If it's not about the drive, we have nothing to discuss."I showered and stepped out to find a shopping bag containing two dresses and underwear. I felt a flush of shock and deep embarrassment. I dressed quickly, realizing he&rsqu
Last Updated: 2026-04-25
Chapter: CHAPTER 11: STRIFE AND THORNS BECCA’S POVThe walk back to the Elite Hostel was a recitation of Psalm 23 and the pounding of my own heart. When I pushed open the door to Josh’s room, I expected to find him gone, or perhaps brainstorming. Instead, I found him sitting on the couch in his bedroom, the gas burner turned off.He looked up, his eyes bloodshot. "You didn't go?""The Spirit didn't lead me there, Josh," I whispered, my voice trembling but certain. "He led me back here. To the things we've probably overlooked, so man up and let's brainstorm solutions together."Josh stood up slowly. The vulnerability in his face was a physical weight. He reached out, his hand trembling as he cupped my jaw. For a second, the world narrowed down to the scent of ginger and the heat radiating off his skin. He leaned in, his shadow swallowing me.I felt the pull—the human need to be held in a storm. He didn't wait. He pulled me in, the "KING’S COURT" hoodie bunching be
Last Updated: 2026-04-24
Chapter: INTERLUDE: JUDGEMENT & DISCERNMENT MARY’S POV"The spiritual man judges all things, yet he himself is judged of no man." (1 Corinthians 2:15)The air in the room was thick with the scent of cheap air freshener and disinfectant; the heat of five bodies packed into a space meant for two hung in the air. I sat at the head of the circle, my Bible open to the Book of Proverbs. My phone vibrated continuously inside my denim skirt pocket.I didn't flinch. I kept my eyes closed, my lips moving in a silent, rehearsed prayer, but my mind was miles away, standing under a Neem tree. I could still feel the rush of power I’d felt when I called Rebecca a harlot. It had felt better than any sermon I’d ever preached.For years, I had been the "Senior" in the Choir department. I had put in the hours, memorized the scriptures, composed the songs, and read my books. But then came Rebecca. The "quiet" girl who didn't even try to be a star, yet the lecturers spoke her name with reverence. I re
Last Updated: 2026-04-24
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