Story Asaundra Lumpkin Novels & Stories

WARNING!: MATURE CONTENTS! TORTURE! Ashley, not her real name- was a third year accounting and business management college student who loved to see the world. Even though her parents were capable of financing her education and feeding, she worked all year round to save money so she could spend her holidays traveling at her own expense. On one of such trips, she had entered a kidnapper's bus in Nepal and after a few months of being transferred from one place to the other, she ended up with the Czarna Pantera.

He snapped making her heartbeat at an irregular pace. “Let me tell you a story, eh?” He said and sniffed. Carla was trembling due to how livid he was. Well livid wasn’t exactly the right word, outrageous. “There was a beautiful girl named Celia. Celia worked in an orphanage as a volunteer. She was happy with her life, helping the children, up until one day, she met a man named Asgard. Asgard and Celia fell for each other and soon enough began a relationship. It was then Celia learned that Asgard was actually the owner of the orphanage she worked in.”

And was a tall, brown-haired male, looking in his late 20’ with delicate, almost feminine features, and a hungry grin on his face. His cold, blue gaze analyzing me from head to toe, if something I thought he was into males. If my will I would grab his balls right now, squeezing them painfully until he’ll remain for the rest of his life with a high-pitched voice and impotence. But I had a hero in the shining armor tonight. So, I turned to Vadas for support. He understood my plea and held me closer. “Oh, Lylia, sweetheart, meet Vernon Allaway. The minister of war, and my immediate superior.” He reluctantly made the presentation, with a warning in his tone.

Natasha finally understood the arrogant airs she had detected from the lady the moment she had laid eyes on her. “Luyando Mulenga….” Natasha said as she examined the business card. “I might not have been raised in Zambia but, isn’t this a weird name combination? Could it be a Tonga mother and a Bemba father…except, I heard your mother is originally Zimbabwean…?” Luyanda grabbed the card from Natasha. “If you must know, I was named after the nurse that helped my mother deliver me.” She said. Natasha laughed. “Forgive me, you don’t owe me any explanation whatsoever. I am just happy to meet someone with a complicated family history as I.”

Dandara whispered as Ashton shook her head in disappointment. Never mind, I thought that you could see it, well, don’t bother about it anymore. I guess I got carried away. But I promise you this, your sufferings are coming to an end, very soon, just wait and see. This will be a thing of the past. For you, me and everyone. Ashton whispered as Dandara’s eyelids drooped low, as if she was becoming sleepy. And her breathing hitched, making it impossible for her to take in oxygen. She was slowly dying, Ashton knew it, so did Dandara. Dandara was a nurse, before the slavery, so she knew when someone was close to her deathbed, and she knew that she was close to hers, but she couldn’t do anything. H