Fifteen months ago
"Dan, I'm not doing this any more. It's not worth it and I'm really tired of it. We can't be doing this anymore and I told you to stay away before, " I told the handsome, vile bastard, giving him a deadpan stare.
"Madam, the minister from Somalia has arrived, " my husband's secretary said over the phone in a perplexed voice as soon as I picked his call.
Life I know is not orchestrated to be a bed of roses or an endless series of joy, the longevity of life, success, and desired results. We fail, we die even before our time, we lose people dear to us, we cry and we some times get results that are way below our expectations and the number of efforts we put into it.But by these occurrences do we learn and grow and scale through the maelstrom of life. If no one ever dies, we can never realize the worth of being alive
One week laterBeing alive right now when I could have just let the ocean consume me a week ago made no significant difference. It only vexed me to see that I was still alive one week later. If it hadn't been for my sister, Yemisi who tracked my location by ways known to her, I really would have left this world to join my Dad a week ago.&
The salacious saga between Cassandra, Mustafa, and Dan has come to an end!! The Captive has come to an intriguing end!!Wow!
Supriseeeeeeeeeee!!!There is a sequel to The Captive! Don't you just cherish a captivating story that is continual?! I bet you do!
CassandraI grew up in the midst of people who were used to experiencing problems. These people were very familiar with bad news, that they could sense it from miles away. Once a person from this group of people could sense something bad that's soon to happen, every
CassandraThe sliding door rumbled up. Behind the man's silhouette, the ocean's broad expanse glistened in the moonlight. He must have pulled over at one of the many empty beach access turn offs along the highway. I don't know how far this stupid journey must have been bu
"My name is Dan. I'm sorry if I startled you. I can't say much but I need to get you out of this field right now so you can get something to eat." He answered my question quickly. His arms were no longer wrapped around my waist, but we both were still seated on the ground. Ironically, I was now thankful for the length of the weeds because due to its length serving as a natural barrier, no could see us.