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My face flushed with embarrassment, and I felt a surge of heat rise to my cheeks. Why was he being so direct with me all of a sudden? "Sir Drake, I didn't think that at all," I lied, trying to maintain a neutral tone. Drake's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing. "What's the essence of using 'Sir' now, when you love disrespecting me by calling my name rudely? After all, you're calling me Drake in your heart.” he declared. My heart skipped a beat as I felt a flutter in my chest. "Drake, please, can you leave? I can't cook with you around," I declared, trying to sound firm. Drake's expression turned resolute. "Teach me how to prepare the noodles the Nigerian way. I'm not leaving," he replied, his tone brooking no argument. "But I can't....I am..." I stuttered, unsure of how to respond. "You are what?" he asked.
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"Sarah... I'll consider her," I replied, my voice measured. His smile broadened, and even Beta John, who had been quietly observing our conversation, cracked a smile. I stood up, and left. I returned back to the penthouse, driving myself. The moment I walked in, I was surprised to see someone standing there, waiting for me. It seemed Daisy had let her in, as she was standing nearby, observing the scene in the open world. "Millie," I called out, a hint of surprise in my voice. The instant she saw me, she ran towards me and jumped into my arms, aiming for a tight hug. I obliged, wrapping my arms around her. "The hug is too tight," I teased, smiling. "You can't blame me for hugging my husband so tightly after all these years," Millie exclaimed, her eyes shining with happiness. My gaze turned to look for Daisy, hoping sh
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This time, I leaned in, and planted a quick French kiss. Millie's face flushed with a deep blush. "Let's make out," she whispered, her voice husky. I raised an eyebrow, "Make out, as in a romantic kiss?" Millie's smile was sly, "Yes, and it could lead to other things." Her words were laced with suggestions, and I knew exactly what she meant. "I'm sure you need a woman to satisfy yourself," she continued, her voice low and seductive. "You don't have a girlfriend, to begin with." I thought back to why I had told Daisy to leave - I didn't want her exposed to this kind of conversation. Millie had always been flirtatious when we chatted, and she was usually the one to initiate our conversations. "Too bad for you that I have my mood under control. I'm not interested in a woman, my friend," I replied, winking at her as she smiled. "I can put you in the mood now," she said, sm
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He walked over to where I was bending, bending down beside me to examine the hibiscus flowers. "It seems you've taken an interest in the hibiscus flowers I like," he observed. I nodded, keeping my response brief. "Yes." Drake's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze intense. "Look at me," he commanded, and I met his stare, my heart pounding in my chest. "It seems you're having a difficult time," he said, his voice low and concerned. I wondered if he was truly aware of the turmoil I was feeling or if he was just pretending to be oblivious. "Yes," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. Drake's response caught me off guard. "You should be," he said. I was taken aback, unsure if he was joking or serious. I scoffed inwardly, my mind racing with questions. Drake stood up, towering over me as he stared down, his eyes still locked onto mine. "A lion that chose to fight for a helpless lioness in the camp of enemies whose fate has been decided on since its existence, risks the chance of
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Upon arrival, I swiftly completed my task and began heading back, only to be surprised by a man with a deep scar on his chin approaching me at an unusually slow pace.“Mr., you must have missed your way around,” I thought aloud, noticing that this place was designated for females. Instead of responding, he continued walking closer, his cold, calculating gaze fixed on me and I felt alarmed.He was a stranger, and the menacing look on his face made me wonder what he was after. I took a cautious step backward as he advanced, my fear escalating. “What do you want?” I asked, my voice laced with apprehension, as I continued to move backward.Instead of responding, his expression turned even more sinister, his eyes seeming to bore into mine with malicious intent. This unsettling standoff continued until my back hit a dead end, leaving me with nowhere to escape.He brandished a knife, and I was consumed by fear, thinking, "Is this how I'll
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"I told you, didn't I?" he yelled, his blade flashing in the light as he aimed it at me. I dodged it by sheer luck, my fear-fueled instincts taking over. But in my attempt to evade him, he grabbed my hair, and I felt a searing pain as he dragged me out. He pulled me across the jet floor until my back slammed against a dead end. "This time, you won't be able to dodge my attack," he yelled, pinning me to the it with one hand. I begged for my life, my voice trembling with fear. "Please don't kill me." He released his grip on my shoulder, his eyes roaming over my face. "The more I look at you, the more I find you beautiful and attractive," he said, his voice low and menacing. He began to toy with my loose hair, his fingers intertwining with the strands as he held the knife in his other hand. "It's such a pity that such a pretty thing will have to die," he added, his voice with sadistic sentiment. "Don't worry, since
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As I looked at the assassin, I barely heard him whisper "Betty" in pain. Water fell from his eyes, and his hand slipped from his bleeding wound. He died. A new wave of fear washed over me as I realized I had just killed someone. I shivered, staring at the blood on my hands. Panicked and trying to conceal what I had just done, I dragged the body and hid it. "Daisy, I can't believe you just killed someone," I whispered to myself, my hands shaking uncontrollably as fear consumed me. Yes, he was an assassin, and my actions could be justified as self-defense, but the weight of taking a life was crushing me. I stumbled to a nearby sink and began washing my hands with soap, desperately trying to scrub away the blood and the guilt. My hands trembled violently as I rinsed them, the fear of what I had done still overwhelming me. As I walked towards the exit, I started to clear the blockade, my mind racing with thought
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All hope seemed lost as I frantically thought of an explanation, with all eyes on me. I didn't want to attribute it to my period, nor did I want to reveal the truth. "I'm not surprised you're a useless, clumsy slave," Felix sneered. "Spilling red grape wine on yourself is childish." I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking I was safe. But then Mrs. Jordan, seated at an angle where she could see the stain, chimed in. "I don't think it's red grape wine," she declared, her words sending a jolt through me. "And if it is not that, it doesn't look like the right position for a period, even if it came unexpectedly, and it's a little stain," she added, her eyes narrowing as she scrutinized the stain. At this point, I thought it wise to swallow my fear and explain myself and the events that had transpired. Just as the silence was about to become unbearable and I was about to confess, Felix intervened, unwittingly saving me from trouble. "It's the wine," Felix suggested, "I saw the way she
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All hope seemed lost as I frantically thought of an explanation, with all eyes on me. I didn't want to attribute it to my period, nor did I want to reveal the truth. "I'm not surprised you're a useless, clumsy slave," Felix sneered. "Spilling red grape wine on yourself is childish." I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking I was safe. But then Mrs. Jordan, seated at an angle where she could see the stain, chimed in. "I don't think it's red grape wine," she declared, her words sending a jolt through me. "And if it is not that, it doesn't look like the right position for a period, even if it came unexpectedly, and it's a little stain," she added, her eyes narrowing as she scrutinized the stain. At this point, I thought it wise to swallow my fear and explain myself and the events that had transpired. Just as the silence was about to become unbearable and I was about to confess, Felix intervened, unwittingly saving me from trouble. "It's the wine," Felix suggested, "I saw the way she
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As I looked at the assassin, I barely heard him whisper "Betty" in pain. Water fell from his eyes, and his hand slipped from his bleeding wound. He died. A new wave of fear washed over me as I realized I had just killed someone. I shivered, staring at the blood on my hands. Panicked and trying to conceal what I had just done, I dragged the body and hid it. "Daisy, I can't believe you just killed someone," I whispered to myself, my hands shaking uncontrollably as fear consumed me. Yes, he was an assassin, and my actions could be justified as self-defense, but the weight of taking a life was crushing me. I stumbled to a nearby sink and began washing my hands with soap, desperately trying to scrub away the blood and the guilt. My hands trembled violently as I rinsed them, the fear of what I had done still overwhelming me. As I walked towards the exit, I started to clear the blockade, my mind racing with thought
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"I told you, didn't I?" he yelled, his blade flashing in the light as he aimed it at me. I dodged it by sheer luck, my fear-fueled instincts taking over. But in my attempt to evade him, he grabbed my hair, and I felt a searing pain as he dragged me out. He pulled me across the jet floor until my back slammed against a dead end. "This time, you won't be able to dodge my attack," he yelled, pinning me to the it with one hand. I begged for my life, my voice trembling with fear. "Please don't kill me." He released his grip on my shoulder, his eyes roaming over my face. "The more I look at you, the more I find you beautiful and attractive," he said, his voice low and menacing. He began to toy with my loose hair, his fingers intertwining with the strands as he held the knife in his other hand. "It's such a pity that such a pretty thing will have to die," he added, his voice with sadistic sentiment. "Don't worry, since
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Upon arrival, I swiftly completed my task and began heading back, only to be surprised by a man with a deep scar on his chin approaching me at an unusually slow pace.“Mr., you must have missed your way around,” I thought aloud, noticing that this place was designated for females. Instead of responding, he continued walking closer, his cold, calculating gaze fixed on me and I felt alarmed.He was a stranger, and the menacing look on his face made me wonder what he was after. I took a cautious step backward as he advanced, my fear escalating. “What do you want?” I asked, my voice laced with apprehension, as I continued to move backward.Instead of responding, his expression turned even more sinister, his eyes seeming to bore into mine with malicious intent. This unsettling standoff continued until my back hit a dead end, leaving me with nowhere to escape.He brandished a knife, and I was consumed by fear, thinking, "Is this how I'll
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He walked over to where I was bending, bending down beside me to examine the hibiscus flowers. "It seems you've taken an interest in the hibiscus flowers I like," he observed. I nodded, keeping my response brief. "Yes." Drake's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze intense. "Look at me," he commanded, and I met his stare, my heart pounding in my chest. "It seems you're having a difficult time," he said, his voice low and concerned. I wondered if he was truly aware of the turmoil I was feeling or if he was just pretending to be oblivious. "Yes," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. Drake's response caught me off guard. "You should be," he said. I was taken aback, unsure if he was joking or serious. I scoffed inwardly, my mind racing with questions. Drake stood up, towering over me as he stared down, his eyes still locked onto mine. "A lion that chose to fight for a helpless lioness in the camp of enemies whose fate has been decided on since its existence, risks the chance of
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This time, I leaned in, and planted a quick French kiss. Millie's face flushed with a deep blush. "Let's make out," she whispered, her voice husky. I raised an eyebrow, "Make out, as in a romantic kiss?" Millie's smile was sly, "Yes, and it could lead to other things." Her words were laced with suggestions, and I knew exactly what she meant. "I'm sure you need a woman to satisfy yourself," she continued, her voice low and seductive. "You don't have a girlfriend, to begin with." I thought back to why I had told Daisy to leave - I didn't want her exposed to this kind of conversation. Millie had always been flirtatious when we chatted, and she was usually the one to initiate our conversations. "Too bad for you that I have my mood under control. I'm not interested in a woman, my friend," I replied, winking at her as she smiled. "I can put you in the mood now," she said, sm
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"Sarah... I'll consider her," I replied, my voice measured. His smile broadened, and even Beta John, who had been quietly observing our conversation, cracked a smile. I stood up, and left. I returned back to the penthouse, driving myself. The moment I walked in, I was surprised to see someone standing there, waiting for me. It seemed Daisy had let her in, as she was standing nearby, observing the scene in the open world. "Millie," I called out, a hint of surprise in my voice. The instant she saw me, she ran towards me and jumped into my arms, aiming for a tight hug. I obliged, wrapping my arms around her. "The hug is too tight," I teased, smiling. "You can't blame me for hugging my husband so tightly after all these years," Millie exclaimed, her eyes shining with happiness. My gaze turned to look for Daisy, hoping sh
Slave By Birth (Werewolf Special) Chapter 48: A moment
My face flushed with embarrassment, and I felt a surge of heat rise to my cheeks. Why was he being so direct with me all of a sudden? "Sir Drake, I didn't think that at all," I lied, trying to maintain a neutral tone. Drake's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing. "What's the essence of using 'Sir' now, when you love disrespecting me by calling my name rudely? After all, you're calling me Drake in your heart.” he declared. My heart skipped a beat as I felt a flutter in my chest. "Drake, please, can you leave? I can't cook with you around," I declared, trying to sound firm. Drake's expression turned resolute. "Teach me how to prepare the noodles the Nigerian way. I'm not leaving," he replied, his tone brooking no argument. "But I can't....I am..." I stuttered, unsure of how to respond. "You are what?" he asked.
Slave By Birth (Werewolf Special) Chapter 47: The First
He removed his own jacket from its packaging and put it on, revealing the bold, stylish design that read "The Lecturer" in prominent letters."Winners, I've never done this before," He said, "but I want to create this memory with my students, so I can look back on it in the future and smile. Put on your jackets like me."They eagerly obliged, responding with a chorus of "Yes, sir!", "Okay, sir!", and "No problem, sir!" as they donned their jackets.The MC collected Drake's items from my hand as I removed the nylon to put my own on, which was promptly collected by the security personnel present.Just like the lecturer's jacket, mine had "The First" emblazoned on the left side of the front, with a larger, bolder inscription on the back. The second- and third-place winners' jackets followed a similar design."Sir Drake, please do me the honour of creating a memory with me by putting on your jacket and golden medal," Mr. Oparah
