Grace was the daughter of the kind woman from the village who had helped Gray and Josh settle.
Gray and Josh got close after Gray narrated his story to her. It might have been a pity, and Gray couldn’t tell. But Grace was really kind to them after that, and that was something both of them really appreciated.
They were not, of course, idle when they stayed in the village.
He borrowed books from them, and after reading Shakespeare’s books, he developed an interest in art and poem.
“We are moving away,” Grace suddenly had told Gray seriously one day after they had joined their bodies in a union.
Hearing this, Gray was startled. He could not help but look at her in confusion before asking, “Why? Where?”
Before Grace could answer, she heard her mom calling her. Despite not knowing where they were going and why they were leaving, Gray still started packing. He then waited for her to return.
But that had b
The next morning when they had all gotten out safely, by coincidence, they met near the water stream.“Why didn’t you tell me that it was him?” Esther angrily asked while looking at her brother’s reddened eyes. She was so worried that moment and could only vent it on his brother of her. This was really unacceptable! She felt betrayed.“What would you have done? Father isn’t going to listen to you plead my case just like he wouldn’t have listened to you,” Yasike answered.“It doesn’t matter. I should have known,” Esther said.She was upset, perhaps more than she had been, when she had broken to Gray the message about her marriage proposal.Sindro and Gray approached the siblings and told them that it wasn’t the time to fight.“We still need each other. It is better if we stay together,” Gray said.“I’m sorry. I had wanted to tell you the tru
“Will you also be a murderer like me? Do you want my blood on your hands?” She asked the king, and he suddenly let go of her, and she stumbled backward.When the lady had been taken to the village court, she had been forced to speak. King Ude realized at that moment that Jackeline’s parents had hidden the truth from them all but were that a reason enough to kill someone?Their lies had led to the death of their daughter and his beloved wife and mother of two children. What he would never know was that Jackeline had been expecting at the time of her death.It turned out that Jackeline had step-siblings. Her father, king Ozo, and her mother Olivia had known it all along but had maintained their silence.“How do we know you’re telling the truth?” Jacqueline’s murderer had been asked.“Here,” she lifted her blouse to reveal a birthmark. It was the café au lait spots birthmark. It was th
Silence. Silence. Silence. She thought it was over, but surprisingly, it hadn’t been.King Ozo kind of understood her and said her responsibility then was to the Yosundo kingdom, and that was what she ought to focus on.Jackeline’s murderer had revealed that with the help of her twin brother, they had decided to seek vengeance against Jackeline, who had made their mother forget them.They knew that killing Jackeline would hurt her the most.The truth was out, and it was decided that Jackeline’s step-siblings would be imprisoned for life.The day of the final tournament was fast approaching. Gray was ready and not ready.He would be fighting against Sindro, and he felt that even the powers of the goddess would not help him.His consolation somehow was the fact that Sindro was gay and that he would not have an interest in Esther.“Maybe he will publicly announce he is gay, and the king will announce
“I also hope you know that whatever you say won’t sway me from my decision. I have decided to atone for the mistake I made years ago. I am not scared of what you do,” Priscilla said in equal determination.“Do not say I didn’t warn you,” Theban said.Looking back at it, Priscilla realized that the cursed person was her husband and not her son.She didn’t understand how strong-hearted he was to still hold the fact that their son was gay against him. She realized that she had never been her own person as she had always blindly followed the rules her husband set.“Not anymore,” she said as she walked past Theban, who didn’t even look up to see her receding figure.Priscilla didn’t know where she would go if Sindro adamantly refused to forgive her. With her heavy bag, her journey was slow.She would occasionally place the bag on the ground, sit on it and wonder if she had ma
Yasike was in the field, perhaps also hoping that Sindro would appear from nowhere and that his plan would work.“Where is Sindro?” the crowd asked when they started getting bored.“Maybe he is afraid of this guy and has decided to withdraw from the tournament,” some said.“That would never happen. Sindro is so fearless and courageous,” another villager chipped in.“If he is, then why is he? Isn’t he here to get done with this once and for all,” others said.The quiet crowd was now full of mummers, everyone having their own version of why Sindro wasn’t in the field yet.They were still talking when they heard the whistle blow. They turned to look, but it was only Gray in the field yet.Then they saw it. At first, they thought that he was going down to announce the end of the tournament.The king was leaving his throne and walking directly towards where Gray was.
He was also struggling to catch his breath after all that he had said.“Enough! Enough!” the king roared in anger.Just like a wounded and angry lion, he started fighting his son. His eyes were filled with so much hatred that it was hard to realize that he was fighting his son.The king was much stronger than Yasike that he had his son on the ground within a few minutes of the fight.“I will never allow you to embarrass me like that,” he said, lifting his sword up in the air.“No!” Esther and Priscilla said at once. They wouldn’t allow bloodshed in their land again.“Kill me if you want, but please spare him,” Esther pleaded to kneel down before her father.It is believed that goddesses have the powers to hear the cries of those in dire need who have faith.Gray had not believed that until it happened to him. He felt numb on the parts he had been beaten and had lost all his
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The remainder of Matt’s companions headed inside, seeing the flawless inside of the house. The dark crystal fixture was holding the tight top of the room once more. There was a red smear from it that grabbed Sally’s attention.She comments, “All things considered, that is odd.”“What is?” Luke inquires.“There’s something there. At the crystal fixture. A red smear.” Sally answered as she focused her spotlight towards it, showing a dribbling red. Rica was sickened as she moved far removed right away, “Ew. What the heck is that?”“Is that incomplete paint?” Daphny asks as she promptly remedies herself, “However, at that point once more, that is profoundly unlikely. It’s dribbling, along these lines recommending that it’s new and indeed, who in the right brain will paint such an old house?”“A tremendous house, to be exact.” Chuck added as
She knew she was. She made heads turn, and her presence alone could make even the strongest man weak to his knees. Single men, dating, married, poor or rich all wanted her, but she went for Paul thinking he was the saint he portrayed himself to be.She could have said no, but she was confused. He might change, she thought, but now he wasn’t going to.He proved that over and over again. Dorothy got tired but didn’t know how to break up with him, and she was grateful he was finally gone, although she didn’t like the circumstances surrounding that fact.“Here is your tea,” she said as she placed the cup of tea on the table before Aston in his studio. She took a few sips of hers before placing her cup on the table too. “The weather outside is beautiful today.”“Yes. Yes, it is,” Aston confirmed, although his eyes never left Dorothy. “How about we go somewhere else while this dries?” he suggested.“Sure.”Together with their teas in their hands, they walked out of the studio. Instinctively
Stella observed the interaction between the two, and once again, she knew she had lost Aston to Dorothy because he never looked at her the way he was looking at Dorothy, and that spoke volumes.Stella stood up and straightened out her dress.“I’ll check on you later, Aston, and nice to meet you, Dorothy,” she said with a smile and walked towards Steve.They bid each other farewell, and she left the room.Steve sat down in the chair Stella had just left vacant, crossing his arms over his chest again. He said with a strange emotion in his voice, “You mentioned something about you thinking Paul would change. Has he done something like this before?”Dorothy let out a heavy sigh before replying, “Yes. Yes, he has. Many times.”“Will you be able to testify against him in court?” Aston asked as calmly as he could.“Yes, I will. I think I’ve had enough of him,” she finalized.“Well, I admire your courage, my lady,” Steve commended, further encouraging Dorothy. “By the way, did you meet the pa
‘’We caught this young woman trying to force her way into the ward, and we suspect she might be part of the paparazzi,” the first police officer answered.Steve observed Dorothy noting that she looked familiar then he remembered her. ‘It’s fine, boys. Let her through.The police officers released her arms, and Dorothy threw them a disdainful look, then sent a grateful one Steve’s way.He opened the door for her, and she walked in, thanking Steve with a smile.Steve closed the door with a gentle click and faced Dorothy. “He’s right this way. I’m not supposed to say this, Dorothy, but he’s been expecting you.”Expecting her? Did he want to see her? Did this have something to do with her, or did he just want to see her? She wished it was the latter.Wait, this is Steve, Aston’s best friend and the owner of ‘From Our Hearts’ gallery, but how did he know her?Steve seemed to sense her conflicting thoughts. He sighed and then said, “I can assure you that there’s nothing to fret about, and w
She opened her eyes and brought her fingers up to see them coated with her juices— and Aston hair she had been supposedly pulling happened to be her shower curtain.She just fantasized about Aston pleasuring, but it was better than anything she had ever had with Paul, and the best part —she didn’t regret it.She wanted more of it. She wanted to make it real, so much that she was started to became inpatient and frustrated.The reality of her situation dawned on her when she got out of the shower. She stared at the ring on her finger, and for the first time, she felt trapped.The ring became heavy on her finger, and it began to feel like a heavy burden on her. She slipped the ring off her finger and placed it on the drawer bedside of the bed.Suddenly, she wasn’t sure she wanted to spend the rest of her life with Paul. She closed her eyes to picture Paul in her life as she had always done, but this time, Paul was replaced with Aston.And that moment, it became apparent to her that she w
Dorothy turned around to see Paul standing there, arms folded across his chest and his eyes shooting daggers at Aston, who ignored him, by the way.“So I’ll call you and let you know how it goes, okay?” Aston asked while looking at Dorothy, who nodded excitedly like a kid.Aston smiled and then replied, “Bye Dorothy, and take care of yourself.”“Okay!. Bye Aston, and thanks for visiting. It really means a lot,” Dorothy said, as she walked him to the door.He stopped for a moment and took a look at Paul, who was still standing in the doorway.“And you too, Paul. It was nice to meet you,” she added, and with that, he walked out of their flat without waiting to hear Paul’s grunt of a response.Not wanting Paul to ruin her mood, Dorothy hopped past the grumpy Paul happily to their bedroom, humming a song.The only thing in her head was that her art was going to be at an exhibition– something she never expected to happen.For the rest of the day, Dorothy was in high spirits humming a favor
Dorothy turned around with a smile. “Hello Mr and Mrs Harris. Wonderful weather we have today, yeah?”“Absolutely,” Mrs. Harris chirped while Mr. Harris only nodded.“Let’s go in,” she said to Aston leading the way. “How do you like your tea?” Dorothy asked as they entered her flat, locking the door behind them.“Anything is fine, thank you,” he replied with a smileDorothy walked to the kitchen, and moments later, the sound of a kettle whistling was heard, followed by cabinets opening and closing.Aston took this time to observe the interior decor of the flat. It was an average-sized flat with clean white walls decorated with prints of beautiful paintings.Different artifacts, frames, flower vases, and books sat well arranged on the shelf.Wine-colored drapes framed the windows, and the inner lace curtains remained drawn, allowing the sun rays to enter, casting a golden sheen into the living room. The decor was simple yet beautiful and welcoming.This reminded Aston of the typical co
“Oh, thank you so much. You have no idea how much this means to me. And believe me, when I say coming from you means so much more,” she said.“I thought I was doing horribly, so I stopped painting for a while. I only began painting again when I came across your works in a gallery. I was in awe of hyperrealism. It was magnificent, and I knew I wanted to know how to paint like you,” she explained excitedly. “Meeting you here might be the best thing that has happened to me this year.”It was Aston’s turn to feel flattered, and he did ever so much. He had received a lot of compliments, but in a weird way, Dorothy appreciating his art made him feel he did something for someone, and it made him feel good.“I’m sure you’ll learn a lot from this class, and I can give you pointers if you want.”“You know I didn’t exactly enroll for this class. Mrs. Michael is my aunt, and she just allows me to join in and last week was my second time here.”“That makes sense. I didn’t think you paint. I though
For heaven’s sake, he wasn’t some teenager going through hormonal changes, so why couldn’t he stop thinking about Dorothy’s body and, even worse, smiling and blushing at the memory.‘’I guess we can now deduce my idea wasn’t laced with foolishness after all,’ Steve said with the smug look still on his faceAston scoffed, rolling his eyes at him, and said, “Don’t get ahead of yourself. I am still not convinced the class will do me any good.”“We’ll see about that, mate. We’ll see.”The whole weekend felt like torture to Aston. He longed to see Dorothy again, and it seemed the weekend was taking too long to end.Everything was confusing to him; what he was feeling about Dorothy and why he was feeling that way didn’t make any sense to him, but he just wanted to see her again.When Monday finally came, Aston could hardly wait till 3 pm when classes started, and by 12 pm, he was already at the building waiting for Dorothy to show up, but she didn’t.Class started, and she was still nowhere
In one swift moment, a bang was heard, and the whole dining table came crashing down, sending a wave of shock throw Dorothy.She had seen this happen so many times, but she could never get used to it. He promised to change.He said he was going to be better, but after two years and nothing had changed.The last time, it was the TV that suffered it, which took a while to replace, and now, the dining table had also felt the impact of Paul’s fist.The table was ruined; dinner was ruined too.“You love being a whore, eh? You love letting different men run their hands all over your body under the guise of art, right?” He barked the vile words pacing the dining room.The words made her feel she had just been prickled with over a hundred pins.“I am not a whore, Paul!. I am not! I love art, and you know it!” She yelled at him.He scoffed before he said, “Oh c’mon. You’re just using art as a cover-up. You enjoy the way these so-called artists of yours touch you.”He then grabbed her shoulder