All Chapters of The Aqua Prince: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Got Carried Away After a few hours, I was at home, lounging in my favorite chair, watching a movie on Sony Max. I had just finished my house chores and was finally enjoying some quiet time when the doorbell rang."Who is there?" I called out."Come on, will you open the door for me?"Wow. That voice. I knew it instantly—it was Cynthia.Without wasting a second, I hurried to the door and swung it open. And there she was, standing with a small tray in her hands. It was neatly covered, but I could already catch the aroma of something fried—probably chin-chin."Can I come in?" she asked, her eyes locking onto mine. I must have looked dazed because I just stood there, frozen in place. I wasn’t expecting her, and damn, she looked gorgeous. With the tray in her hands, she reminded me of a traditional Igbo bride on her wedding day."Oh, please, forgive my manners," I finally said, stepping aside to let her in.She walked straight to the chair and settled down. "What are you watching? And do

Dream About Cynthia"Jesus! What kind of demonic teacher do you people have in that school?" Mom exclaimed. "What will they gain if the kids miss the quiz? Please, help me go drag that sleeping Damian out. The cute Heather is still snoring."I never thought Cynthia would want to come into my room alone after what happened yesterday. But she actually did. One of the main reasons I didn’t want to go to school today was because I was scared to face her after everything. I thought maybe she wouldn’t want to talk to me anymore. So when I realized she was in my room—alone—I was shocked.Even though my eyes were closed, I wasn’t asleep. I was fully aware of my surroundings. I knew when she walked in, but I assumed it was Mom coming to force me out of bed for breakfast like always. To my surprise, it wasn’t her.Cynthia entered the room like she owned the place, walked over, and sat on the bed with her feet still on the floor. Then, out of nowhere, she leaned in and pressed a soft, wet kiss o

Spoiled BratIt was a shame, really. Beatrice was so shameless that she couldn’t even pick up on the hint I was giving her."Beatrice, right? This poem is for my girlfriend, Cynthia. I’m sure you know her already." I pushed the paper toward her. "Take a look. Do you think she’ll like it?"I just wanted to piss her off enough to make her leave me alone, but this Beatrice? She was one hell of a stubborn girl."Hmm, well, I don’t see her around," she said with a sly grin. "How about we just add my name in there instead? Yeah, why not? Let’s put my name in the poem. She’ll love that, haha."She spoke sarcastically, then grabbed my hand and placed it on her lap. God! The feeling was something else—her bare lap was so soft. Her skirt was ridiculously short, making everything worse. As if that wasn’t enough, she slowly dragged my hand under her skirt, looking me straight in the eyes with that teasing, mind-messing gaze."Hey! What is wrong with you?" I yanked my hand away immediately, trying

The HousemasterI followed the girl to the housemaster’s office. When we got there, we found him standing outside, as if he had been waiting for me. He stood right in front of the door, gripping a long cane in his hand. He was a well-built man, probably in his late thirties or early forties, dressed in a yellow T-shirt and black joggers. As soon as he saw me, he narrowed his eyes in annoyance and rubbed his hands together, like he was preparing for a lecture—or worse, punishment."Where have you been?" he demanded, his voice sharp. "I’ve sent more than five students to look for you.""Sorry, sir, I’ve been in class," I answered quickly."In class?" He raised an eyebrow. "Doing what? Are you even supposed to be in the class right now? No, tell me. What exactly were you doing there? That’s the problem with you students. When it’s time for lectures, you disappear. But when there’s nothing happening, that’s when you all gather in class, doing God knows what."At school, very few students

Mind ReaderGod! When Aunty Paula said that, I wanted to bury my head in the sand like an ostrich. But oh well, all is well. Whatever my mom might have done behind my back, I could see it was working in my favor. Cynthia kept blushing and stealing glances at me. At least now, both our moms knew we had a thing, and they seemed okay with it. Hmm… I’d say that’s progress."Okay, we should get going so we can be back early," Mom said.We were taking Mom’s car. Oh, did I mention the car had finally arrived? Yeah, but she couldn’t use it to drive me to school since my school and her workplace were in completely different directions.We all stood up and walked to the car. Aunty Paula escorted us outside, waving us off before heading back inside.When we arrived at the venue, I immediately noticed it wasn’t a place for young people. The atmosphere was sophisticated, with a mature crowd filling the hall. But I wasn’t surprised. Mom had already told me it was a birthday party for one of her col