Not your doormat anymore Novels & Stories

After undressing, I went inside the tub and submerge myself in the cold water. The coldness puts my body at ease. “Now this is what I’m talking about.” I close my eyes, taking my time to relax. “Are we in our menopausal stage already?” Amari scrunch her nose in a distaste. I chuckled at her. “Don’t be absurd.” “Don’t laugh. I’m being serious here Ell.” “You are over dramatic. We’re still 18, how can we be in our menopausal already?” “Oh, you’re right. Maybe it’s the weather here. I think we’re not use to the humidity in here anymore.”

The ink was blurred and smeared, making the original writing illegible. “My baby, I’m sorry, it’s Daddy’s fault. It’s my fault that you and Mommy are gone.” As I floated in the air and watched, my hand instinctively rested on my stomach. But what was the point of this late apology? I was already dead. In the early hours of the fourth day, Shawn received a call from Jenna. “Shawn, I want to go shopping today. Why don’t you just tell Samantha that you have an errand to run and leave the house? Let’s go shopping together.”

Third— “Asena!” A hoarse shout burst from the outside, and a banging on my door followed. Cursing under my breath, I jumped out of bed and all but tripped over my feet as I lurched to the door. “Coming,” I croaked, glancing down to make sure I had any clothes on. Well, a cotton nightgown wasn't my usual outfit to greet people in the morning, but whoever was banging on my door didn't give me a moment to wear something more appropriate.

I went to the wardrobe and found a piece of clothing covered in dust. I shook the dust off and put it on without hesitation. Before long, I felt an itch on my back, near the wound. Perhaps it was infected. When I went out to buy clothes, Mark returned again. Why did he come back? To make fun of me? He thew some new clothes to me and told me to put them on. I refused; after all, he had a girlfriend. It wouldn't be right to buy clothes for another woman, right?

The text had come from her mother, and just like that, her week had been ruined. It had read: “Dear Lex, Please come back home. I know you hated us for what we did, trying to marry you off, but we thought that we were doing you a favor. Don’t worry, all that is in the past now. Love, your mother, and father.”

Doris was inside the changing room, she was still wearing her shirt when she suddenly stopped, she frowned to absorb his words, after a few seconds, she didn't say anything. Riffen saw that she was unresponsive, so he purposely spoke louder. - If you don't say anything, then you agree, I give you two days to think carefully, at this time of the next two days, I will send someone to pick you up, at that time Edna will also have a new room.

They were so confident that the universe would bend to their will as the stock market always had. But the Door was not a machine you could force. It had a will. It had a memory. It was an ancient, intelligent phenomenon that had waited a hundred years for the King and his General. It had accepted the raw Uwezo and the emotional Hekima it required to bridge the dimensions. It had no need for parasites. It had no tolerance for the small-minded men who built cages of glass and steel to hide from the rain. Just as the first man’s fingertips—a billionaire with manicured nails and a frantic scream on his lips—brushed the violet surface, the Door blinked.

Not ever. ---

Erik, you may have been my choice in a past life. But this time, I choose someone else.

What a joke. "You know that you can just admit defeat right now, right? I suggest that you pack your bags and go home. Forget about your love for Neal because it's useless. It would only hurt you more, you know? Why don't you pity yourself? Besides, I'm already here. The only one that my Mr. Babe needs."