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Where To Find Breasts #24

Read previous episodes of Where To Find Breasts Leonel believed that the deepest words were those that could not be uttered. So intense they were that utterances were never enough to convey their true meaning. Only through actions could they be expressed. One of such instances was Kyenpia’s absolute fascination for her father. The way her eyes had glazed in childlike adoration the moment the man stepped out of the car and walked up to them, the manner in which her body released itself into his embrace when he put his arms around her, and the constant laughter in her tone that could only come from a heart that was filled with joy. Leonel shared in that joy, because he understood it. The feeling was akin to a lost soul finally finding their way home, like having to shut your eyes and love someone by heart. This evening was probably…

Where To Find Breasts #22

Merry Christmas!This episode is lengthy and it’s also the Christmas episode because I’m going on a trip and I’m not taking my laptop with me. So, take your time and enjoy and leave a comment. If you haven’t read Dugo before, you can follow the series on Twitter. Follow me @moskedapages and check my pinned tweet for the episodes. Read previous episodes of Where To Find Breasts This was it. This was the moment! It had to be engraved in her heart forever. Not that it was profound in the sense that it inspired deep thinking or left insightful bits that she could reflect on later. It was the shallowness of it. The indulgence. The excessiveness. The carefreeness and emotions that led up to this moment. Everything was summed up in this one crazy night, just to remind her that life was precious; to take her back to the past…

Conquered #5

Read previous episodes of Conquered by Obynofranc Mama got married to Mr. Charles. Nkechi loved to address him as that, whenever he came to the house. Mr. Charles was in his early fifties and had a not-so-obvious protruding stomach He was dark-skinned, six feet tall and looked athletic despite his stomach. His cloths fitted his body tautly. Nkechi was querying him so much and it made Mama uncomfortable. Mama tried to hide it with a fake smile. She made her displeasure with sour facial expressions but Nkechi wasn’t having any of it. She smirked. “Why are you still unmarried at fifty? That’s weird for a man,” she said. Mr. Charles laughed. “People always ask me that and those that know me keep pestering me on why I’m still not married,” he said lifting the little pillow that was lying beside him on the sofa and placed it on his laps.…

Vows Are Meant To Be Broken #4

Read the previous episodes of Vows Are Meant To Be Broken by Nneoma Obieze recovered faster than the doctors had anticipated and the healthier he got, the hungrier he became. All he ever did was eat, sleep and bulldoze Kara to call work for him. He could not wait to go back. He had left his conference in Abuja due to an emergency that came up on the morning of the accident and he was going to call her as soon as he arrived to his work place. Unfortunately, he never made it. Kara never complained or asked further questions. It could have been much worse. She could have been a widow and her mother-in-law would have returned to her life. The thought of the woman made her angry. She was nowhere near the replacement she had dreamed of after her mother had died. Every morning, she managed to help…

Vows Are Meant To Be Broken #3

Read previous episodes of Vows Are Meant To Be Broken by Nneoma Obieze I still could not believe my terrible luck. I was not supposed to be in town for another week, but when I received Sharon’s text, I knew I could not keep it off. She was pregnant and threatening to run to Kara and tell her everything. My Kara. I opened my eyes again and there she was. I knew she had not left since morning, because her hair was still as messy as it was when the doctors came that morning. I could talk. I even wanted to, but guilt had glued my mouth shut sonce morning. I feared that she would ask why I had returned too early or without notifying her. I had no nobel reason for doing so. How would I tell her that someone was carrying the child we could not have together?…

Biyankavitch #17

I had just told Archie I was getting married to Kashimu. As they say, the news went down smoothly like a cluster of nails. He didn’t understand it. Couldn’t comprehend it. “The guy that’s rumored to be an arms dealer?” he asked after a long time of silence. “Just rumors, Archie. He’s not anything they’ve said about him. He’s an importer, exporter.” “Really?! Perfect excuse to smuggle arms into the country and cause the deaths of many!” But I wasn’t lying. Kashimu no longer had anything to do with weapons. Captain owned it all now, under an alias that couldn’t be traced back to him. “Where did you even meet this guy from sef?” A waft of cold air blew over me. There were tiny rain droplets in it. We were at the rooftop of Léon Hotels. One of my favorite spots to chill. Drinks, barbecued chicken and one angry…

Biyankavitch #14

Lanre was angry. Justifiably so. I had defied his orders not to go solo by hunting down Shiloh’s men and finishing them off in a three-day job. It wasn’t that I was being directly stubborn; it was that I followed my gut instinct. And it wanted blood, so I did what it asked me to do. “What’s the point bringing my friends together to help you when you just want to do things on your own?” Lanre’s voice was quiet. His anger was presented only in his eyes. “Lanre, you know the plan.” “There was no definitive plan. Just a floating idea, a suggestion I threw into the air.” “You said, ‘it would be nice to clear her crew’ and I did just that. I also baited her.” “And where is she now?” “She’ll come to me.” “How do you know that?” “She will come, Dada. I know.” “You only…

Biyankavitch #10

Enjoy this short, salacious, bonus episode 🙂 Follow me on Instagram to catch up with a new series, DUGO “How was your first session with the doctor today?” Tanko pronged his plate of scrambled eggs with vegetable confetti, lifting his eyes at Victoria. He had returned home a short while ago, after a draining day at work. All he wanted was dinner and a good night’s rest. Not his mother butting into his personal life. “Good.” She sat adjacent to him, cupping a mug of steaming ginger tea. She had on that look that said she wanted more information about his doctor’s appointment. He wasn’t going to give her. “I’ll be moving to my house soon,” he announced. Victoria began to stir her tea, making a clanging noise with the spoon. “Don’t you like it here?” “I do. This would always be home, Mom. But I need to go back…

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