Things Fall Apart Book Novels & Stories

No One POV . . . Author Note: You guys will read the details of how all the things happened in my other featuring the lead role of Mishri & Eklavya (BAD BOY’S VIXEN). I will start this book in January. Before that, I need to end this book. . . Back to the story! .

Welcome to unedited Black book 3 of the Woods series. This book can be read independently. You can read it without adventuring into 'Married to a stripper'. I'll be extremely happy if those who haven't checked that book out do so. I hope you enjoy my works. Love you guys much much. Your humble author Zagzahzlau. ~••~ The Sunday night was frigid against unarmed skin in Buea--the city of legendary hospitality-- located in the southwest region of Cameroon.

She rose to her knees, then to her feet, swaying, bleeding, burning, but standing. And then she looked down at me. Down. Because I was still crouched on the filthy floor like some kind of supplicant, like some kind of servant, while she towered above me on legs that should have collapsed. "Do You want to know the truth?" she said. She took a step forward. I scrambled backward, falling onto the filthy stone, my beautiful crimson gown absorbing the dirt and grime of her cell. "I stayed because I believed in the pack. I stayed because I thought I could make a difference. I stayed because leaving would have meant abandoning everyone who needed me. But love Kai?"

I’m not sure everything was going to be alright anymore. By the time I drag my feet out of the cafe and into the street my tummy is rumbling heavily, I haven’t even had anything to eat all day. I walk all the way home because I spent my last money going for an interview to be someone’s wife. And when I almost get the job I run out because I thought Jess was texting to give me the money for my rent. How pathetic of me. My feet an entire body is hurting when I round the corner to my apartment, the weather is already freezing cold and my tank top is doing nothing to protect me from it.

There were only a couple of other kids that chose to read over the computers. I browsed the bookshelf searching for a book to read, my step-father set fire to all my books in the wheel barrow when he first moved in with us. I picked a book up from the shelf, my father had bought me it before he died, I was surprised to see it in a school library. The Darkest Minds. I found my way over to a comfy seat in the corner of the room. Fishing out my glasses from my bag I made sure no one was looking before I put them on. "Hey." A boy interupted me three chapters in. "I'm Aaron." Peeking up from behind my book I saw a guy staring at me with a huge grin on his face. I had no idea how long he had been

" Well... It's really obvious... " " If you say so... " he sighed... " So which book are you working on now? " " It's titled, Purchased... About a girl who was bought at a very high price by a drug Lord. She became like a slave to him. He used her as a means of transportation for his drugs... This continued successfully until when all of a sudden the drugs that were put in her bursted and so she became very uncomfortable. She held her discomfort for some hours but when she couldn't bear it anymore. She searched for a restroom around but just before she found one... She collided with someone and fainted... And that's when her story began... "

Yet… even after all that security, I felt vulnerable and defeated as the memories of the people being slaughtered and sheer demonic violence rushed into my head as I leafed through the burnt pages of that book. The book was last rented by a girl preparing for the medical entrance exam to bring her family out of poverty and permanently shift to Arginieth to have a better life. Seems this was the last book she would ever rent. Not just her body, but her dreams and the future of her family buried under this debris with this book. I looked at the sky and took a deep breath. “What’s the point?” I mumbled to myself as I threw the book back into the mountain of debris, which had once been a temple

I say darkly. We start leaving the area, intent on heading back to Chicago. I need to go home and wash this disgusting place off of me. At that moment, we hear the mournful screams of a woman. The pain she is in, and the wailing sounds cause the entire forest to go quiet. Out of nowhere, the sky turns pitch black, thunder cracks, rain pours harder than anything I have ever seen. If the rain pours any more it will cause a flood in the mountains. She sounds insane with grief.

through the waves of time,and the influence by other cultures. This book,aims at capturing a set of activities through a narrative,where Enkanasa village represents the African roots,from where a young man leading an almost hopeless life,falls into great hands and becomes a great man not only to his village but to his community and country.It brings out the harsh life that some boys go through in a bid to secure their parents wealth,and to protect the community,as worriors.

I traced the golden details of the book and it seemed to radiate life. But I guess it's just my imagination. I opened the book as I began to read. This time, my mind was slightly cleared that I was able to comprehend the words. Decades ago, in the kingdom of Thalia. A kind King and a loving Queen dwelled over the land. Everyone was content and happy. That was until they angered the Gods. It was a day where the kingdom's freshly harvested crops were washed out by a great flood. Almost all of the food was washed away and only a few were left, leaving the citizens of Thalia weak with starvation.