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2024-10-29 19:42:56“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
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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
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“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
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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.
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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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Hi guys! Thank you for reading up to this point. This story is for Halloween, and I hope you guys like it. J***It was actually something unusual when somebody understood and pondered the way that regular individuals squeeze by at minimum deceiving themselves, then, at that point, that came about for them to mislead others also.It tends to be the whitest of lies with the perfect expectation or our most unimaginable one. The fact of the matter is we generally wind up lying. Why? There are many reasons. However, eventually, everything summarizes to one: acknowledgment.How wretched.The age of the present youth is currently put with each falsehood they make to squeeze into the web-based media local area. However, exactly how many lies do you really want? What number of untruths merit your personality? This was the goal of an infamous challenge circumventing the Niece University’s seniors.One time per year, on the pinnacle of pre-winte
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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
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What the beast told Rica and Sally was valid. However, Chuck wasn’t around to see it. He was outside the smoking pot, so as the light continued, Chuck headed inside, calling out to his friends, “Luke? Rica? Hello, Sally, are you there? Daphny?”He laughed as he proceeded, “Quit playing folks, I’m too high to even consider feeling frightened! I’ll presumably not remember it, assuming that you felt free to attempt to startle me. F*ck I’m too high to even think about distinguishing the dividers. They’re all moving.”Before long, Chuck sees the light fixture in the room, and it is trickling with blood. He comments, “Hello Vi! You needed to see what the red spread from the light fixture was, correct?”Hurl drops his lighter, and he gets it, “Ah sh*t.”As he got it gradually, he saw the red smear developing all around the ceiling fixture, he jabs his finger structure it, and he was di
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Presently, they’re completely caught in the lounge room with no place else to go. They understand that it wasn’t the entryway that main opens from an external perspective, and that is the issue. The beast purposefully assembled them all here in the front room to make a banquet out of them.Luke goes to Rica, “Rica, I-nothing occurred between us-well, something practically did, yet the beast appeared and-”Rica cuts his trivial reasons, “Gracious, would it be advisable for me to get out and express gratitude toward the beast? In the first place, it was Sally. Presently you Daphny? Does each young lady here in a real sense falls head over heel for somebody as flippant and defeatist like you?”“Stand by. What? Sally prefers Luke?” Daphny was confounded.“You said it would remain between us, Rica, and you sold me out? Truly? Before everybody?” Sally contends.“All things considered, I&rs
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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
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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
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‘’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
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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
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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
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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
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“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
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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
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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
