Tragedy of the African Cinderella (BlackBook 3)

Welcome to unedited Black book 3 of the Woods series. This book can be read independently. You can read it without adventuring into 'Married to a stripper'. I'll be extremely happy if those who haven't checked that book out do so. I hope you enjoy my works. Love you guys much much. Your humble author Zagzahzlau. ~••~ The Sunday night was frigid against unarmed skin in Buea--the city of legendary hospitality-- located in the southwest region of Cameroon. The morning's once busy roads were converted into night ghostly highways as inhabitants of the small city had sheltered their bodies beneath the coziness of their homes and heads rested upon the tenderness of their pillows, preparing for the activities of the day to come. Only the high leveled hormone secreted teenagers and young adults could be seen dotted into the lit-up streets in fancy pieces of dresses engulfing little to nothing of their bodies, as some sauntered while others awaited for cabs to drive them to a new world

Nora was all set for the night routine; with her once navy blue now whirling white bucket in hand, she exited home to the public tap. Now, the water she had fetched the previous day had magically vacated the 200-liters rubber barrel she had managed to fill up to the brim, how that happened? She couldn't tell. Yet, something at the back of her mind told her, or rather, pictured out just how the water had been used. With the existence of a malicious stepmother and daughters in her life, she had to expect worst; utilizing water unnecessarily and, or doing things which will result in her using water more than necessary, was their daily aim. The vicinity of the tap came to view, but unlike other days, it looked different: it was dried out of littering humans. The time the clock displayed to her before leaving home was past eight, which was the conventional time to see a crowd decorating the tap's concrete surroundings. Nora took it upon herself to walk clo

The railway looked rusty and all grown with ankle-length bahama grass, elephant ear stalks, and fescues. The gravels on it and those which lined the borders were course and pointy enough to penetrate the soles of one's shoe. It was rather unfortunate that Nora was standing on them bare feet. She was in the middle of nowhere, standing on an abandoned railway. All alone. Nora struggled to take a step ahead but the piercing effect of the sharp gravels won't let her. She lifted a foot to examine her soles and as expected, they were cracked and bleeding as if she had been walking on them for ages. Had she? She could go no further ahead but if she persisted there, she might never find help. Nora ignored the aching whacks traveling from her feet to her gut and set on moving forward. She as well ignored the tremendously huge bushes on either side of her which seemed to contain a variety of living organisms in it judging from the noises they exhibited. Nora struggled through the flesh tick

'You definitely not a fraction of my type anyway' She never really thought she would be even a madman's fraction of a type of woman talkless of a filthy rich and gorgeous boy of his caliber. All she wanted was to portray her gratitude. The ten thousand note he offered her. An unforeseen act she must admit. She didn't want him to see her as desperate, unfortunately, her appearance flipped the coin against her. She wasn't going to use the money, she decided. She would keep it until when she laid eyes on him again--by a stroke of luck--and return the money to him. She picked up her bucket to keep on her journey back home until it was cut short by a vibrating stinging sensation on the sole of her feet. Nora acting on reflex got her bucket tripping off of her head and breaking into three irreparable parts. A sharp gravel had punctured her. She winced and clenched her teeth in pain at the sight of crimson oozing out of a gravel-stuck hole in her skin which she set free by pulling out t

So comfortable. Nora switched her position to the left side, snuggling her body a little deeper into the lavender-scented sheets. Could she be in paradise? If so, now she understood why her mum didn't want to take her. She wanted to enjoy it all alone. Suddenly, from somewhere, an incessant beeping sound resonated but stopped abruptly. Too late the alarm had already shattered a reasonable portion of her world leaving her with just the comfort she laid on. Nora fought the blur out of her eyes to see before her nothing familiar beside the sun's rays bathing a luxurious room, the rest were expensive furniture littered in a spacious room: above her was a white elegant dream catcher-like crown molded ceiling donning a beautiful chandelier. On her very left was a fancy bedside lamp, inches away was a perfectly carved full-body mirror that reflected a rounded glass table with three fancy vanished chairs. Then a door too that probably led to the bathroom. On her very right was the double g