March Novels & Stories

My life was in limbo, and I was just floating along. I rarely spent the night at home, but nobody questioned me because everyone was busy with the wedding. I switched the water in the shower off and wrapped a towel around my waist. “Shit, I’m late,” I said, as I walked into her bedroom. “I can’t believe you’re getting married today,” she said, and sat upright in the bed and watched me getting dressed. Kari, Adara, and Saga had planned everything in just three weeks, and today, we would get married. It was hard to explain, when I was with Kari she was distant and moody and I just agreed with whatever she wanted and put it down to hormones.

As for May, she would go to the market and buy the food stuff she needed for cooking. After they were all done with the house activities, they took their baths and went to church for the cross over service. They turned off all the lights in church and lit a candle once the time struck twelve o'clock midnight. Out cry or shouts of joy followed with people gyrating and dancing because they'd live to see a brand new year. Meanwhile, other people didn't get to see the previous year.

The first day has already ended, and the new day has come, and today, will be the day where the March to the Hallerusia Capital city would official start from the Merrica City. Everyone were in a high spirit for a good march. But rather than a really real March were all the soldier will be on their feet, I would be supplying a transportation for all the soldier that would be joining this march, both with Airship and also with the Military trucks.

Three Months Long is a story set in Abuja, in predominantly two districts, Wuye and Jabi. Peter and Olivia are in love and want to have a future together. However, Olivia is older than Peter by a few years and already a graduate while Peter is still a freshman in the university . While Peter’s family is not perturbed about the difference in age and academics , Olivia’s family won't have any of it. Peter promises Olivia a forever love but will their love stand the stern test from their parents and the Nigerian society where it's expected for a man to be several years older than his partner? As the story unravels, love, fear, uncertainty, parental pressures determination, trust and values are

“Okay… um when were you born? As in your birthday?” “My birthday is 18th April.” Terrence shrugged. “Oh, mine is June 26th.” Chance nodded as sweat started to form over his head. Seeing how Chance was panicking even further, as they reached the top of the ferris wheel, Terrence decided to try another method of distraction. He grabbed Chance’s face by using both of his hands, pulled Chance towards him and kissed him.

Update Scheduel: 45 3/4 46 3/5 47 3/11 48 3/12 49 3/18 50 3/19 51 3/25 52 3/26 53 4/1 54 4/2 55 4/8 56 4/9 57 4/15 58 4/16 59 4/22 60 4/23 61 4/29 62 4/30 So it's a little different. Updates will be on Friday and Saturday! This is covering March and April updates.

'' Everyone in family knows our pact so dadi nodded. Everyone seems happy after this. There is wedding in house after 30 years so everyone is in festive mood. Kabir spoke ''I am so happy. You will get married Tomorrow.'' What? Did I drank too much today that I am listeninglike this. ''Tomorrow means what?'' I asked everyone.

12 months ago Third Person Sun shined brightly in the clear blue sky, lifting the fog of dawn. The cold winds that once ruffled the trees and dying leaves now carried a warm essence to it. The crispy March was coming to an end marking the beginning of a new season. The field was ready to be ripened once again. The buds which were closed all this time started blooming, spreading their feathery petals. The activity of birds heightened again as the breeding season has arrived, bringing new hopes and homes. Their loud and excited chirruping filled the silent sky with music welcoming the spring.

The last session was on a Thursday in March, five months after the first. March had arrived like a quiet correction to the year—not warm yet, but softer than February, the light lasting longer in the afternoons, the city shaking off its winter pallor in increments. The drive to Noah's office had been different this time. Not harder. Not easy. Just different. Ethan had noticed the difference without needing to name it, the way you noticed that the tree outside your window had begun to bud without needing to announce it to anyone.

March came in with the specific energy of a city remembering that it was capable of warmth. Not warm yet — still capable of a cold morning that required a proper coat — but with an occasional afternoon hour that carried the suggestion of what was coming. Zara noticed March this year in a way she had not noticed it the previous two. She was not certain whether this was because she was more present or because there was more to be present to. She suspected both.