Choya Stories Novels & Stories

“Move out of my way. I have work to do” “Would you please tell me’’ Keith blocked Martina’s way and insisted her to answer. “Where is my favorite meal? I thought you’d bring something from outside that’s why I didn’t prepare dinner for today.” Martina shouted and moved Keith from her way “But what made you think that I'll bring dinner today?” “This gold chain!” She held the shiny chain in her hand angrily. “I haven't received my salary yet. This is just a gift that I bought for you from my savings. I don’t have any money I promise.”

I arrived at the popular bar, Concave Bar, and slipped into one of the stools, waving my hand in the air to signal the bartender. “Anything hot, please,” I ordered. He gave me a quick nod. Different questions swirled in my head, searching for answers but finding none. Just as the bartender returned with a glass of what I had requested, my mother walked in, sitting next to me. “Exactly what she ordered!” she told the bartender. My lips curled up into a smile as I tasted the liquid. I was sure it was ethanol as the burning sensation coursed down my throat. “Is there something you aren't telling me, Alana?” My mother asked, her question a little bit annoying.

Whattt? You are a pretty ass bad bitch! Are you sure ayo would be able to keep his hands to himself? Use a condom sha.🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️😑 I am not ready to be a godmother. Bel. godmother kor.🙄🙄 Me nko?🙄🙄 You wan dey whine cultist?😕😗😒 Amara don't use condom o. It's more enjoyable without a condom.🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️

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Just when I thought she would orgasm without making a sound, a choked moan finally escaped her lips and the presenter froze. I did too and so did Lena. Fuck. “What was that?”

Prologue Kanua Village, Zambia; January, 1991 There was a murderous glow in the eyes of the ten year old Luyando Chimeko as she stood watch over her drunk and passed out father snoring away on the mat inside the tent that a good Samaritan had lent to them which they had come to regard as their home for the past one week.

Josy will it ever really end ? I felt numb when I left Josy's office . When will all this end? My troubles ,my pain , my tears . Don't let your heart freeze, stop remembering memories so the mind will be at peace .Start to walk away to get rid of risks, forget the past, begin where you'd last, Again,make sure that you'll never crush, for your heart not be scratched . Don't be afraid to fall in love again , just assure that lessons will be gained, Don't put your heart in pain ,Unless, yourself will inclose into the chain . A poem by Vang .

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

The thought made her pulse quicken, like she was holding a secret that wasn’t meant to be found. She hesitated only a moment before sitting cross-legged on the floor and flipping the cover open. Inside, in messy handwriting, was a title scrawled across the first page: “Collected Stories — From Women, For Women.” Chloe blinked. The handwriting was feminine, rushed, and almost secretive. She turned the page and read the introduction, scrawled in looping letters:

The movie was scary to fawaz, he wasn't familiar with such big fishes. The movie ended in two hours , nafisa and fawaz were already sleeping. Khadija sigh before joining them. They woke up around four in the evening, prayed and they sat talking. "Naffy, it is getting late. Let me get going " Khadija said to nafisa . "Okay"She replied and run off to her room. She got chocolate cake, and chocolate biscuits for fawaz, then Khadija's favorite square veil. The house felt empty, just like her an empty soul when her husband left her. she flipped through the cartoon channel , sighing heavily. She missed her husband.