Alan shuffled in his car seat and stared out of the window he had wound down for natural air to enter. He sighed and rubbed his silicone face, suddenly tired of the facade. It had been so long he got a good look at his own face, since he touched the flesh of his own face and now that he gets to do it every night with Freya gazing at him like he was God's finest work, he wanted nothing to do with the silicone again.For a while the world has come to a slow halt, nothing interesting happening. Vendetta has been growing bigger and better, Zach got better everyday, now he runs around the whole place and infects the whole children's ward with his sweet personality, nothing from ‘the outlaws’, Babatunde has been laying low, Freya keeps giving him this look that sends butterflies swarming his stomach and Pippa has been less cautious around him. That was one thing he wanted to change.Pippa isn't a very talkative child, neither is she a very quiet child, she just needs to settle down around a
The warm shower cascaded on their naked bodies while Freya was so invested in the lather beard she was making on Alan's face.He on he other hand found it cute how her tongue poked out as she took foam from the shampoo on his hair and aligned it on his face.She was wrapped around him, her legs around his middle and their chests pressing together, with his dick laying between them, conviniently in line with her pussy lips but nothing about this moment was sexual.It was childish. Tender and gentle.It was healing.There had always been an inner child in Freya but her marriage to Harry, after the loss of their first child, did not allow her to explore that part of her. Now that she thinks of it, she never really explored that part even when things were rosy between them and here she was, wrapped around this man and being childish, knowing he won't judge her.Alan on the other hand had never felt this close to anyone. He didn't know that something like taking a shower together could be
“It's a miracle, he is doing better than we expected”, the old doctor said, smiling warmly at Freya.Sighs filled the room, they sounded like hope geering up to hit it's peak. Zach lay asleep on the hospital bed, his little chest raising and falling in a rhythm that soothed his family. On his head was a head warmer and peeking from under it and covering his left eye was a captain America bandana.He had wanted to be a pirate today so when they covered his balding head, they tied the bandana around his head and he spent some minutes shouting “land ahoy” “aye mate” and “attack!”, before the drugs kicked in and he caved in.“Not a time to relax though, ALL can be tricky after all. Not to spoil the good mood but we did notice irregularities in his heart rate”, the doctor added.“What are you saying?”, Alan asked.“As much as he's doing so well, his heart is not in the best shape now. Chemo is getting to him and we might just have to perform an open heart surgery if it persists.”The fir
King of hearts subtly looked around him before immersing himself in a crowd of people who were crossing the rather busy street.It's that time of the year where people forget about the previous festivities and gets thrown back into a chaotic life. The snow was rapidly clearing up, Christmas decorations were already taken down given that it was early March and it was looking out of place and something else did look out of place.In the ancient times, depending on the empire or colony, punishment for traitors ranged from disembowelment, dismemberment, torture until death, infact many wicked procedures that even went as far as killing the traitor's family. Even in modern times, traitors are not smiled at and the law comes down heavily on them.Vendetta, since the time it was formed has never had a person brazen enough to betray the cult so till date, the punishment that Vendetta prepares for traitors is a mystery, a mystery that nobody is eager to uncover.King of hearts might beg to dif
“Madam, where you dey go?”, a man with a chewing stick hanging from his mouth said. (Where are you headed to, Madam?)The sun was so high in the sky, so bright it gave meaning to the word “sunshine”. The bright sun wasn't as hot as it looks, at least on an African's skin but for Klaudia, yeah it was one hell of a sun but the scene before her was as entertaining as it was intriguing.Luggages, packed together high as a bungalow and as big as a car were being pushed around in small trolleys and the laugage owners were just one person to one “mountain” and they were all headed for “departures”.“Madam?”, the man called out to Klaudia, waving his chewing stick in her face.“Hi”, Klaudia said to him, jumping back a little at the sight of his chewed chewing stick very close to her own mouth. She will try not to kill anybody on her first day. This man's mouth set off like a treadmill set at a high speed because of a single “hi” and from the look of things, he was throwing in some inults ther
WARNING: GRAPHIC CONTENTTip tap. Tip tap. Tip tap. The steady dropping of water on a wet surface could be heard all through the dingy cell. To the left there was a toilet and a very little shower stall, the room was pure mockery to it's occupant. What was left of the formerly handsome Christian Gerard was broken limbs and a swollen face. The toilet and shower stall were entirely useless since he didn't have the limbs to go, he did his business on the bed, emitting a very offensive smell in the whole room and everyday he was punished for doing his business on the bed.The guards would come in and whip him with belts and animal tails for finding him in a pool of his own excreta and urine that would explain the angry welts all over his body. He would be dragged down from the bed, dump him in the shower stall, and they would strip the bed and dump clean sheets on his bed.The excruciating pain of having to crawl around with his busted knees, broken shin bones, dislocated ankles and two