Novels by Noraspunky

No one ever develops courage by constantly being happy.Surviving difficult times and challenging adversities aidsdevelopment. Every individual has got a story to tell.Sometimes, life can be unfair. It may not give you what youwant but force you to take what it gives."All my years, there was no sign that Mr. Anslem was my fosterfather. He treated me like his daughter. He stood out amongmany men and displayed maturity. He never got tired of me. If Iso desired, he was willing and is still ready to train me further inschool. But, why is all this happening to me and not someoneelse? What else is yet to be revealed still? I can't even imaginewhat my next moment will look like. Will I get into a sorrowfulmarsh and take shelter neath roots or find myself in a pinkycastle where joy abides?I shouldn't be brooding over this because I'

To an average individual, living right begins in a good home.But, to those whose eyes has seen the depth of oceans andwhose head have journeyed in the wildest forests, living right isjust living right. Man grows and adjusts to life as it comes, theysay. It is the sole truth. It is truth in circles. It is life as it is."I love you, Grace." He stated confidently."Stop it, please. I can't do this.""Look at me, Grace""I'm sorry this is coming late. You've changed my lifecompletely within the space of one year. It's you I want, I needyou in my life. I acknowledge the fact that I made a mistake, butgive me a chance to make it right, please." Ernest said as theyheld hands."I understand you totally. But, this can't work okay. We can'tchange anything now, she loves you, she's given her heart toyou and she's willing to give up everything f

As humans, we never should find the faults in our stars. For thisreason, we work, hope and outlive our fate. Fate, they say,comes like eventide. After the unruly blanch of the sun allthrough the day, it is a norm for darkness to take turn. It is acertainty, a philosophy that even the wisest of men cannotinterpret. Therefore, even if we cage our hearts and bury themin the deepest layer of our skin, a single pull of emotion couldpull it afloat. Our fate is at work. Maybe or maybe not."You aren't leaving right?" Ernest's voice thundered.He couldn't be serious. Does she really have to be doing this?And how long will this last."On my way already""Please, I need you around. Today, I won't take much time. Ipromise.""But... There's no need for all this. Since it won't take you longto round up, then, I think it's best if I leave."He came closer to her "can we talk?

Time and tide are synonymous. For every minute spent, there isa lesson learnt. And for every turbulence, there is a mix of sandand moist. This gives an indication that relationships amongsthumans are sure to come with several glitches. It takes a goodhead and peace of mind to level up the stress. For Grace, the lastfew days has been a mix of bitterness and super sweet emotions.Like an assemblage of words on a print, she sits comfortably onher cushion holding a tub of buttered popcorn. She was seeingan interesting movie, while she also surfed the net in the passinghour. She was with her mouth full when her phone chimed. Itwas a text from Laura.I'm at your doorstep. Where are you?Coming. She answered and stumbled into the bedroom whereshe left her keys. Her phone beeped againWhew. Still waiting.After a peep through the spyhole, she

Like a garden of pink asters, her face shone brightly in a softtone of gloss. All smirk and plush, Grace Anslem walked out ofher apartment. Her attractiveness adds colour to the sereneatmosphere in view. The morning sun kissed her skin causing itto glow and radiate in-between of her dress puckers. While sheworked the locks, her face caught the mirror of her door frameand soon became null, as though devoid of emotions. In a flick,a telephone call came in; the loud noise from the device stabbedthe quietude that blew tenderly with the gentle wind. It wasRichard calling. She attended to the call after the door was wellunder lock and keys.“How’re you doing, Richie?”“Great, I must confess. What’s up?”“Nothing serious. I’m just stepping out”“Anything special?”“Not really. Missed you a lot. So, I consi