All Chapters of The Butler: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Rotimi with his bag strapped on his back walked towards the park. He wants to board a taxi to Iwo road and then travel to another state and start a new life. He thought about the odds if he battled against Sango and realized it wasn't in his favour. He got to the next cab in line. "How much ma Iwo road?" he asked the driver who had his back turned on him. "You can't run away from your destiny" he heard that familiar voice say as the driver slowly turned back revealing Sango face.Rotimi made to run, but Sango was quicker as he pulled him back by his bag and he hit the car forcefully, causing a large dent.Sango removed the cap from his head, revealing a neatly plaited braids. He tore off the clothes from his body and it burnt away. He unleashed his axe and lightning struck.This attracted passers by as they all went to various safe places to take a good look and they brought out their phones to video what ever is going to happen. "Please I don't want to fight you. I don't want

The night went deep, quiet but bright, as the moon shown it's light down the earth. So quiet that you can hear ones footsteps from miles away. Crickets as usual whispered, sounds of owls and crows pierced the deaf silence. In the forest, darkness overwhelmed, just the slight little piercing of the moon light through the leaves. At the top edge of a tree, where darkness hid bellow from the light above, Julian sat, with music booming through his Bluetooth headset. Irrespective of this, the sound of car tyres stretching from distance filtered it's way to his ears. Without hesitation, he jumped from the top to the ground and with extraordinary speed, he was in no time at the coal tar. A vehicle tumbled down with a leaking tank, smoking from the bottom. He made for the door but it was stuck, jammed. With little bit of strength applied he ripped the door open and pulled a young lady out. She was bleeding from her nostrils and forehead. Taking time to observe the affected areas

Ancient times before now, Ayenireti had always had one hero or the other that faithfullysacrificed their lives, fought countless battles, plundered countless lands, claimedcountless spoils. But it's now different, the enemies has found the only way to conquerunity: TREACHERY, and another bastard: GOSSIP.Emi entered into the Kings personal chamber, and prostrated flat before him, ameans of homage. The only source of light in the chamber was a little window directlyabove the Kings bed, barely enough to allow a child pass through."You sent for me" Emi said still laying flat on the floorThe King's room, was decorated with historical ancient paintings, beads hanged on thewall and neatly arranged traditional attiresSoftly moving back and forth on the rocking chair, with an attractive horsetail in hishands the King smiled broadly at Emi."Rise my Son"From a tender age, Emi had caught the eye of the King. It's tradition, every Orphan werethe responsibility of the King, of which E

Emi sadly made his way out of the Warrior’s compound and had it in mind to go totraining ground, since it would be easy for him to think over there, all warriors wepreparing to fight for the maiden they loved, so the only thing they needed after trainingwas to get themselves fortified, so literally the ground was free to think, and that wasEmi needed at this time,He found a spot to sit placed his hand on his chin, and sighed aloud, just then he sawsomeone he knew coming from afar.PRINCESS!! Emi heart shouted aloud, he began feel worried and tried the next exit, butwas futile.“Emi” The princess shouted from afar and ran up to himAm done for, Emi thought within himself, but he had no choice than to wait, at least thisauthority was greater“Where were you off to, trying to avoid me” The Princess said trying to fake her anger.Huh am sorry Princess, I didn't see you earlier""Hope you will be contesting for a maiden tommorrow"At this question, Emi could tell his legs were no l

Chapter 2He stared at the cold, dark sky. A bottle of whiskey in his hands, taking huge gulps, believing he could drown all his sorrows away. A few nights are always like this, these nights he remembered his grandmother and younger sister. He couldn't believe how happy his life once was, now how sad and pitiful it is now. _Alone, with no one to talk to. With a job that requires him to protect the son of the bastard that tore away his happiness._But he knows he'll get the last laugh. Vengeance will be his, and it's going to be the sweetest thing he's ever tasted. With one last chug of whiskey, he throws the empty bottle at the back of his car, starts the engine, then heads to the club. ****Lights, music, girls and drinks. Intoxicated air feels Damon's lungs as the strippers at his side continue to torture his neck and chest with kisses. His shirt was completely unbuttoned, revealing his hard chest and toned abs. His friends surrounded him, all were laughing, drinking with girls b