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Kamdiri still trying to ask a question but Gerald interrupted. "Because I am the son of the devil! and he is coming!" Gerald said but that word made a very huge point to them as they stares at themselves. "Wait a minute, he is coming? who is coming? devil? and coming to do what?" Kambiri asked, settling down his ears to know what Gerald is trying to indicate. "My mission in this world has been completed, and now it's time to return home and gave my result to Ekwensu! but be ready! because we will be returning in a dangerous way!" Gerald announced the confusing news to them.

she asked, opening her pink eyes and lowering her hands. "Don't jest," Aaron said dryly. "I wish there was a law that would bar a woman like you from entering this holy place," he muttered. Cecilia Morganite laughed softly. "Reverend, it turns out that you still misunderstand me," she muttered. "No misunderstanding." Reverend Aaron opened the hall door wide. "Get out of here now. We needed this hall for tomorrow's use and now you've soiled it." The man was almost furious.

“Who knew that they were amongst the people who had fasted the violating stench cowering our homes. A church service was organized every Sunday inside the church. Reverend Ernest was the only priest in the parish, apparently the other priests had fled for their lives in the pretense of vocation outing when the civil war came to their doorstep. “Who blames the system when we are part of the subsystems” “It is only in the night that one cannot tell the difference between a black goat and night shadows”. Maybe – the people who we had expected to be role models will not lead the way but why do we have to sit still and pretend not to inhale the odious smell hovering in the air.

Before he could finish his sentence, he felt a buzzing in his head as his face flushed and the looks in his eyes darkened. Indeed, the Insanity Elixir had begun to take effect. Sensing that something was wrong as his expression darkened, Savannah said, "Senior Brother, you look scary. What's wrong?" However, Maxim could not hear a single word she said and remained silent with a terrifying blush on his face.

My tycoon husband was a charmer. But I never worried about it. Not when I still remembered throwing myself in front of a car to save him, losing both my legs in the process. Sebastian Walker had promised he would love me for the rest of his life, even if I could never give him a child of my own. When I was rushed into the hospital after the accident, the doctor said my spine couldn't handle the weight of a pregnancy. If I ever got pregnant, my back would break. So Sebastian made the call himself. He cut back on how often we were intimate, and he even set aside his pride as a man to get a vasectomy. Everyone said I was the one thing that mattered most in Sebastian's life. I believed it t

she repeated, startled, instinctively turning toward him, as worry began overriding the heat rushing to her face. The moment she moved, his other hand came up, covering her eyes. “Don’t look,” he murmured. If she had seen him, she would have understood immediately. He was a mess. He was shirtless. His skin was damp with sweat. His muscles were drawn tight beneath the strain of control. His hair was disheveled, his breathing uneven, his entire body tense like a man standing at the edge of his sanity. The drug was still burning through his system. That woman.

There, among the routine alerts, was a new notification—a text message that read simply, “This isn’t over, Aurora. You’ve just lit a fuse.” In that moment, the triumph of her revenge twisted into uncertainty. Aurora’s mind raced with possibilities. Was this the desperate clamor of Dorian’s remaining loyalists, or something far more sinister? The anonymity of the message sent a shiver through her spine. It was as if the darkness itself was speaking—a dark promise that her actions had unleashed a chain of events beyond her control.

She had clearly done something that still haunted her. Jack didn’t wait a second longer. He pushed open the door separating the confessional and stepped into the dim, quiet booth. He knelt, leaned in, and prepared to speak through the small opening. Maybe this was the wrong time. Maybe he should’ve waited. But no, he needed answers. He couldn’t keep going in circles, making up theories, chasing shadows. “In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen,” came Reverend Israel’s voice from the other side, calm and expecting a regular confession.

“Shouldn’t you be happy, Timtim? Now you’ll get my full attention. Every day.” “That’s not funny,” she snapped. “I’m not joking.” He stepped closer, lowering his face until they were nearly nose to nose. “You’re reckless. Immature. And I’ve let you run wild for too long. Consider this your leash, officially tightened.” “You’re insane.” “And you,” he breathed, his voice turning gravelly, “are mine to keep in line.” Timtim was stunned by his words.. is he insane what does he mean by that ? --- --- Later that evening, back at home, she found her bedroom window open.

he asks. “I think this is a singular act.” “You think someone in this town did all that? Why would anyone do such?” “In all the crime scenes I keep getting the same aura of a woman...” “Maybe she is part of the cult,” he says sipping on his drink. “That could be true. But...” “But what?” “I will tell you this because I trust you. Before the Reverend Father travelled he had a vision,” I say looking him dead in the eyes “What did he see?”