In Love With My Spiritual Father
SYNOPSIS
To wothers, Pat is a quiet university student, but beneath her calm exterior lies a calculating mind with a fierce hunger for control. To her, men are simply pawns to be tested and pushed to their absolute breaking points. Her sunday school teacher bro Alex is already drowning in obsession, terrified of being exposed in his secret church affair with her, yet Pat is growing bored and already setting her sights on a much harder target: Pastor Timothy. As she weaves her web, Pat moves from desperate religious leaders to campus royalty like Dennis, the untouchable heir to vast wealth, and even draws the gaze of high-society figures like Senator George. With every door she unlocks, Pat climbs higher into a world of real power, leaving a trail of shattered men in her wake. How far can a man fall when he mistakes a predator for an angel?
⚠️ **CONTENT WARNING**
This story is intended strictly for adult audiences aged 18 and above.
The book explores dark psychological tension, forbidden passion, manipulation, power dynamics, and emotional conflict, delving into obsession, moral ambiguity, toxic control, and secret affairs portrayed solely for plot purposes. These themes are not meant to be romanticized, endorsed, or implemented in real life. Readers should expect intense emotional themes, explicit psychological manipulation, mature power struggles, identity crises, and a deep exploration of human vulnerability and corruption. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
This story is written for entertainment and storytelling purposes only. The author does not endorse or glorify harmful behavior.
Copyright © 2026 Callmesasha. All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction; any resemblance to real persons or events is purely coincidental.
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Chapter: Chapter 68: The Man Who Couldn't Look Away"You keep looking at that door."George flinched. His jaw locked so tight the muscle twitched under his skin, and his hand—which had started to reach for my wrist—dropped back to his side as if he’d been burned."Shut up, Pat," he muttered, his voice a low, rough hiss.He didn't look at me. He couldn't. His eyes kept darting past my shoulder toward the glass doors leading back into the bright house. The hallway, the stairs where Dennis could appear at any second—he was tracking all of them, terrified someone was watching.It was pathetic, and it drove a weird, sharp thrill straight through me.For a second, a cold little drop hit my stomach. *This is actually stupid,* a small voice in my head said. I was standing in the backyard of the man I was involved with, pretending to be his son's girlfriend, with his miserable wife inside and Dennis just down the hall.Then George reached out again, his fingers catching my arm, but he didn't pull me close this time. He just held on for a fracti
Last Updated: 2026-09-25
Chapter: Chapter 67: High-Society ChessThe weekend dragged in, and then suddenly it was here. Since that late-night text and the weird warning from the unknown number, Alex hadn't called or texted once. The guy was probably just terrified of ticking off his wife again, keeping his head down to avoid any more blowups. Fine by me. I had bigger things to deal with.Dennis had been talking about this weekend visit for days, buzzing with excitement every time he brought it up. But walking through the iron gates of his family’s estate felt less like a casual visit and more like walking straight into a trap.The house smelled like old money and dead air. Dennis’s mother, Ruth, met us in the hallway. Wrapped in an expensive boubou with her hair pulled back tight, she looked like a woman who hadn't genuinely smiled in a decade. She gave me a cold, hard look from head to toe before forcing a tight, miserable smile. She didn't give a damn about me being her son's girlfriend; you could tell she barely tolerated Dennis himself. The vib
Last Updated: 2026-09-25
Chapter: Chapter 66: Fractured GlassAmara’s povThe phone on the nightstand buzzed, a sharp, vibrating hum against the wood that cut straight through the quiet of the bedroom.I glanced over from the edge of the bed. The screen flashed bright with an incoming notification. I reached out and snatched it up before Alex could move, my eyes locking onto the name instantly.**Pat.**A cold jolt shot straight through my veins. Seeing that exact name—the ghost I had lived in the shadow of for two years—made my chest tighten. I didn't hesitate. I unlocked the screen and looked right down at the preview message:*I keep thinking about tonight. I wish you were still here.*The blood drained completely from my face. I held the phone up, my hand shaking with a rage that had been simmering beneath the surface for a long, painful time.I dropped the phone right onto Alex’s lap."What is this?" My voice shook, pitching high with disbelief and fury. "Read it. Go ahead and read it, Alex. What the hell is this?"Alex froze, the relaxed c
Last Updated: 2026-09-22
Chapter: Chapter 65: Tangled ThreadsThe cab ride back home was quiet, save for the hum of the engine and the blur of streetlights cutting through the tinted windows. In the back seat, my mind drifted entirely away from the road, pulled backward by the weight of the evening. The memory of Alex hit me in sudden, vivid waves—not just the way he looked tonight without his ring, but the raw, frantic history we shared. I thought of his bedroom, the constant, breathless heat between us at the back of the church, and that reckless quickie we squeezed into the church restroom right between service blocks, back when we were still tangled up in everything.It was a dangerous kind of hunger, and even though I had just left him at the lounge, the memory of those hidden spaces kept replaying behind my eyes, alongside all the times we stole moments back in school.When I finally got home, I went straight to my room to freshen up, washing away the stale air of the lounge. I lay down on my bed, letting out a long breath. Not quite long
Last Updated: 2026-09-21
Chapter: Chapter 64: Echoes of the PastI didn't want to overdo it, but I needed to leave an impression. As I stood in front of my mirror, smoothing down my outfit, a quiet, knowing smile touched my lips. I wanted to make him remember what he had been missing. Two years of absence, two years of silence, and I wanted him to feel every single second of it the moment he looked at me. My mother’s casual warning echoed in the back of my head while I finished getting ready: *“Alex got married, you know. To some girl in the choir.”* I didn't even know her. I guess there are so many people that have joined the choir since I left for school. Whoever she was, she was just a placeholder. The lounge was twenty minutes away, and by the time I arrived, surprisingly, he was already waiting for me at a corner booth. The moment he saw me approaching, Alex stood up so fast his chair scraped loudly against the floor. Before I could even say a word, his arms were around me, pulling me into a tight, desperate hug. He smelled exactly the
Last Updated: 2026-09-18
Chapter: Chapter 63: Finally HomeStanding outside the gate of our house, I realized just how long two years actually felt. It had been nearly twenty-four months since I packed my things and left for university.Being away at school gave me something I badly wanted: freedom. Living on my own meant I no longer had my parents watching everything I did. I could make my own choices, go places, meet people, and live my life without constantly explaining myself. My parents still expected me to behave, but the constant supervision was gone. I had grown more independent, more confident, and much more comfortable making my own decisions.When I pushed the front door open, my mother was the first to see me. I was genuinely surprised by how excited she was.She had prepared a massive spread of food on the dining table, almost like a small buffet in the house. There were bowls of jollof rice, fried plantains, stewed chicken, and all my favorite homemade dishes. It was enough food to make me realize she had been counting down the
Last Updated: 2026-09-16
Mummy, i didn’t Run Away: The Unwanted Child
Mommy, I Didn't Run Away: The Unwanted Child
*A Chilling Psychological Horror, Domestic Thriller, and Soul-Crushing Emotional Nightmare*
*“You should be happy you are even alive. We gave your mother all kinds of herbs. We tried everything, but you refused to leave.”*
Juliet has spent her entire life carrying a terrifying truth: she was a mistake her mother tried to erase before she was even born. Growing up as the ultimate household scapegoat, she endured years of cruel emotional abuse, constant rejection, and being treated like a permanent burden while her mother favored everyone else. She was forced into endless domestic chores as a child, isolated from love, and later reduced to a mere financial lifeline—expected to fund her mother’s gold, shop goods, and social status while receiving nothing in return but cold neglect.
Now, thousands of miles away in Europe, Juliet lives in a clean, quiet house where everything works. To the outside world, she has made it. Inside, she is completely hollow.
Driven to the edge, Juliet props up her phone camera to record a final, harrowing video confession for the woman who birthed her. What starts as an agonizing unravelling of childhood trauma quickly spirals into something far more dangerous. As she bares her soul to the lens, facing the dark shadows whispering from the corners of the room, Juliet unlocks a chilling realization about the family she left behind, the true price of survival, and the terrifying entities that followed her across the sea.
Heart-shattering, deep, and deeply unsettling, *Mommy, I Didn't Run Away: The Unwanted Child* is a psychological nightmare about a daughter fighting to be seen and the terrifying lengths one must go to when home was never a safe place.
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Chapter: Chapter 27: The Math of SlaveryMorning in the compound didn't come with sunlight; it came with the glare of the bare bulb against gray concrete and the sour, choking smell of cheap bleach left over from the night's mess. I sat on a low wooden stool near the back corner of the yard, the rough planks pressing into my thighs. My fingers were cramped so tightly around the stub of a pencil that the gray lead had smeared across my palm.For hours, I had been adding, subtracting, and recalculating, tracing the jagged lines of my own handwriting until my eyes blurred. When I tallied up every single night on the pavement, every client Madam Veronica had personally brokered, and every exchange converted into home currency, the total hit me like a physical blow. Just the portion I had handed directly to her over the months amounted to twenty million naira. Twenty million. A staggering, impossible sum earned through the systematic exhaustion of my own body, handed over in blind faith that every single naira was chipping away a
Last Updated: 2026-09-21
Chapter: Chapter 26: The Weight of a Single WordMy heart broke into thousands of pieces. I couldn't even sleep that night, Mommy; my chest was simply too heavy, weighed down by a pain so deep it felt physical.I kept staring at that single word glowing on the phone screen—*Received*—for almost an hour. Silent tears just kept dropping out of my eyes, sliding down my cheeks to soak straight into my pillow in Madam Veronica’s compound.I turned my head and looked at the dark bruises coloring my skin, mapping the ugly purple marks across my arms and legs. I kept thinking about the hell I had lived through every single day in this place, about how I labored for this money, what I had to sacrifice, what parts of my body I had to hand over just to get this cash—and all I got in return was a cold, transactional receipt.There was nothing else from you, Mommy. No inquiry about my safety, no concern for whether I was eating or bleeding, not a single drop of warmth. I didn’t say anything out loud. I couldn't. My voice was completely trapped.
Last Updated: 2026-09-18
Chapter: Chapter 25: Seven Thousand Euros and One WordI couldn’t sleep that night. My whole body was burning, every single inch of me sore and stinging from the belt lashes. The girls in the room felt sorry for me. Even the ones who had gone out with me sat around, whispering quietly among themselves. A few of them crept over to my mat after a while. "Juliet, they didn't really pay you?" one of them asked quietly, leaning close so nobody else could hear. "You can tell us the truth. Within the couple of months I’d been there, I’d learned to understand that you couldn’t really trust anyone in this place. No one was your friend. Everybody wanted to be in Madam Veronica’s good books. Everybody wanted to win Madam's favor. Some of them would run and tell Veronica every little secret just so she'll see them as a good girl." I kept my face flat. I took my stand and stayed completely on my word. "No, they didn't give me anything," I whispered back, even while tears leaked out of the corners of my eyes and soaked into the mat. The next day
Last Updated: 2026-09-05
Chapter: Chapter 24: The Price on My BackBefore we finally left, Mr. Habib handed me a brown envelope. I quietly took it from him. I didn’t thank him. Not even once. I had worked for every single euro inside that envelope with my own body and my own pain. I tucked the envelope deep under my breast, hiding it right against my chest before we walked out to the car. When we got back to Madam Veronica’s house, she wasn't around yet. The moment we stepped inside, all of us rushed straight to the bathroom to clean ourselves up. I turned on the tap and started scrubbing. I scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed my body until my skin turned raw and red, almost like I was trying to tear my flesh off. I felt like if I scrubbed hard enough, I could cleanse myself from the dirt, from the sin, from the heavy image of those dogs climbing on top of us, and from their thick saliva dripping down onto our bare backs while they were on us. Those pictures kept flashing back into my memory, over and over again. All I wanted to do was cry. All I w
Last Updated: 2026-08-26
Chapter: Chapter 23: The Weight of Beasts and BloodI sat down on the cold pavement right outside the gate, my mind spinning so fast I thought I would pass out. How? Where on earth was I supposed to find money for a brand-new bus? Madam Veronica wasn't going to help me. The last time I managed to send her four thousand euros, it had only happened through pure luck. Slowly, I turned my head and looked back at the tall iron gate I had just run out of. Should I go back? What would become of me if I stayed out here with zero money and a mother breathing down my neck? Opening my legs for animals instead of human beings—would I ever forgive myself for that? Would I ever be able to look in a mirror and see a human being again? Those thoughts were tearing my mind apart. Mummy, I was completely defeated. There was nothing else I could do. My body felt weak, and my legs felt completely numb. Slowly, I stood up and walked back to the gate. Nobody had chased after me. No guards had run out looking for me. I was walking right back into that
Last Updated: 2026-08-26
Chapter: Chapter 22: The Price of Flesh and BloodMadam Veronica called only a few of us into her living room She was sitting on her leather chair, her two legs stretched out resting on the center table, one leg crossed right over the other leg. She was dragging on her cigarette with one hand while her thumb kept pressing her phone screen. She didn't even raise her head to look at us when we packed ourselves by the door. "Listen good," Madam Veronica said, her voice dry. She tapped the phone against her knee and finally looked at us. "The Arab people have already paid. Heavy money. No one should go there and disgrace me. Do everything they want, exactly how they want it, and satisfy them." She paused, her eyes moving round the room until they landed on me. "Especially you, Juliet," she said, pointing a long fake nail straight at my chest. "You are the one they specified by description. Make sure you don't go and spoil this business for me." Me and three other girls just took it as normal work. We thought it was just the usua
Last Updated: 2026-08-26
My Billionaire Husband Was Never Human
WARNING: STRICTLY 18+ — CONTAINS EXPLICIT MATURE CONTENT, DARK PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR, AND DISTURBING THEMES. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
My Billionaire Husband Was Never Human is a bone-chilling dark horror-romance that will leave you sleeping with the lights on.
When Amara met Daniel at a party, he sat there like an absolute void of unnatural stillness. What started as an intense romance escalated in a hotel suite when Daniel—a billionaire—handed her five million naira. Dazzled by luxury and hooked by his obsession, Amara surrendered. She married him and stepped into the gilded nightmare of Number Sixteen.
At first, the suffocating devotion felt like a dream. But the cage quickly snapped shut. Daniel enforced strict control: no outsiders and total command over her world. As Amara settled into motherhood with their baby boy, Liam, her marriage began to cave in.
She noticed things she couldn't explain: a husband who refused normal skin, moved like a shadow, and defied the physical world. She unearths rumors about the previous wife who lived in Number Sixteen—a woman who went raving mad and vanished.
Then, the true terror hit home.
Amara watched in horror as her baby boy—Daniel's exact copy—happily giggled and reached out to hug the pitch-black shapes lurking in the corners. She realized too late that the man sharing her bed and fathering her child was never human at all.
Blending heavy romance with terrifying dread, My Billionaire Husband Was Never Human drags you down into a pitch-black descent where escape is impossible.
⚠️ CONTENT WARNING
This story is strictly for adults aged 18 and above.
It explores passion, desire, manipulation, obsession, and toxic dynamics. Readers should expect graphic sexual scenes, explicit language, dark psychological horror, and supernatural fear. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
Copyright © 2026 by Callmesasha. All rights reserved.
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Chapter: Chapter 91: The Ghost of Number 16The old man seated near the doorway shifted against the wall, clearing his throat quietly before speaking. His voice was low and cautious in the stillness of the room."If she needs to know the truth," the old man said, looking across the floor toward Rachel, "maybe it is time. We should take her out to the back. She needs to see the compound. She needs to see the stones."Rachel raised her head slowly, her face tightening with immediate objection. She shook her head, her hands reaching out in a defensive gesture."No," Rachel said, her voice strained and sharp. "Not now. It is already getting late, and she has been through too much today. Look at her. She is frightened, she is exhausted. She cannot handle walking out there right now."She looked directly at me, her eyes pleading for me to understand."Amara, listen to me," Rachel urged softly. "Wait until the morning. Sleep first. In the daylight, we can go out to the graves together."I stared at her, the blood roaring in my ears. S
Last Updated: 2026-09-14
Chapter: Chapter 90: What I Refused to SeeMy hands wouldn't stop shaking. Even with Liam pressed so hard against my chest that I could feel the rapid, terrified thumping of his little heart, the violent tremors wouldn't leave my bones. The dim light of the room felt suffocatingly heavy on my shoulders, pressing down until my lungs burned. Rachel was kneeling right beside me on the woven mat, her own face stained and tracked with fresh tears, her hands hovering helplessly near my arms as if she wanted to catch the pieces of me before I completely came apart. "Amara, please," Rachel whispered, her voice cracking right down the middle as she tried to pull me back from the edge. "You need to breathe. Just breathe, my child. Look at me." "I can't," I choked out, the words tearing raw and bloody through my throat. My eyes were burning, swollen shut from hours of crying, and every single time I tried to force a full breath past my ribs, my chest hitched violently. I stared down blindly at the dusty wooden floorboards, but I wasn'
Last Updated: 2026-09-14
Chapter: Chapter 89: The Ghost of the RoadAn elderly man pushed his way through the cluster of agitated voices, stepping into the center of the yard with slow, deliberate authority. His head was crowned with thick gray hair, and a full beard of matching silver covered his jaw. As he moved, the noise around him dropped immediately. People stepped back, making room for him without a word.He looked down at Rachel, who was still crumpled on the dry earth near the edge of the swept compound. Her head was shaking in a slow, continuous rhythm, tears cutting wet tracks through the dust on her cheeks. One of her hands was pressed tightly over her mouth, muffling the ragged breaths that kept escaping her, while the other trembled violently against the ground.The old man crouched beside her, his movements stiff with age. He reached out and placed a warm, heavy hand on her shoulder."Get up, Rachel," he said softly. "Get up."He stayed there, supporting her weight as she slowly pushed herself up from the floor, her legs unsteady beneat
Last Updated: 2026-09-14
Chapter: Chapter 88: Echoes of the PastThe drive had been quiet for most of the morning. Daniel barely spoke as he drove, his eyes fixed on the asphalt ahead, the tires humming softly beneath us. Liam was in the back seat, playing with a small plastic toy. After a while, he leaned forward as much as his seat belt allowed. "Daddy? Will Grandma have toys at her house?" Daniel glanced at him through the mirror. His shoulders stiffened slightly before he answered. "I don't know, buddy. Probably not." I looked over at Daniel from the passenger seat. Something had been bothering me since we left Lagos. He had barely said a word, his posture rigid against the headrest. I had tried talking to him several times since we left the flat, asking if he was nervous, if he remembered the exact turnoffs, or if he wanted to pull over for water. He answered every question, but only with a few words before going quiet again. "Are you sure you're okay?" I asked softly, reaching across the console to touch his forearm. His skin felt unusua
Last Updated: 2026-09-14
Chapter: Chapter 87: Few Days Before the VisitThe calendar hanging by the kitchen pantry said there were only four days left. To me, those four days could not pass quickly enough. I had spent the entire morning at the market, moving from one stall to another and haggling with traders until my arms were loaded with shopping bags. When I finally kicked the front door shut and dropped my parcels onto the living room sofa, I looked flushed and triumphant. "You're going to bankrupt us," Daniel said, leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen with a half-empty mug of coffee he had barely touched. "I am doing no such thing," I laughed, unzipping my handbag and pulling out a neatly wrapped package of imported tea. "Your mother is an older woman. You don't show up at a stranger’s doorstep empty-handed—let alone your own mother's." I began unpacking everything I had bought: two yards of embroidered Ankara fabric in soft sage green, a couple of white cotton blouses, a simple leather handbag, and a small tin of butter cookies for Li
Last Updated: 2026-09-09
Chapter: Chapter 86: The Mother-in-LawDaniel had not been himself since I started talking about visiting his mother. At first, he had thought the questions would stop after a few days. Instead, they had become part of our everyday conversations. “When did you last speak to your mother? Do you think she would want to see Liam? Do you think she would like me?” Sometimes I asked casually while we were eating. Other times, I brought it up while we were getting ready for bed. I was not trying to catch him in a lie. I simply wanted to know more about the woman who had raised the man I loved, and Daniel knew that. One evening, he sat in his study with a book open in front of him. He had been on the same page for almost twenty minutes without reading a single sentence. His eyes remained fixed on the words, but his mind was somewhere else. He had made a mistake. Maybe he should never have told me about his mother. Before that conversation, there had been questions about his family, but they had been easier to avoid. Now I kne
Last Updated: 2026-09-04
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