All Chapters of Love Bites: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

If I could choose to have one superpower, it would be to interpret dreams, to understand the things I see and why I see them. I would want to remember every single detail in the morning so that I leave no stone unturned. Maybe I would even win the lotto and become a millionaire, but that was beside the point. I've been having this recurring dreams for the past two days, and they are becoming more vivid each time, and what terrified me is how real they felt. I'm in a dense forest and I keep looking over my shoulder as I run from an unknown force, and it always feels like they are at an arm's reach and I can't get far enough from them. As I keep running, the sky-high trees ahead begin to close up and it feels like the forest is swallowing him, and the last thing I hear before I wake up are my own screams and a baby's shrilling cry. It did not help that I slept alone, or that I struggled to sleep these days. I couldn't wait to get the restaurant up and ru

We barely slept, and no, it had nothing to do with our love-making session. Silas was turning and tossing all night, and even woke up screaming at some point. I tried to soothe him, but it was not working, and he was shaking and sweating profusely, and he was breathing heavily. "He's here, he's here," he mumbled while fighting sleep. I felt so helpless, and I didn't know what to do. Esra did not return home from work last night, she sent a text while we were at the mall, saying she was working a double shift. His mood the following morning did not help, he was sullen and walked around like a zombie. He did not say a single word to me, not even a simple greeting, neither did he touch the breakfast I prepared for him. I kept checking his phone for the time and for any sort of communication from Esra, I don't know what was taking her so long when he shift ended at 6a.m., which was three and a half hours ago. There was no network,

Gift had vanished into thin air, and his existence left a heavy cloud of apprehension hanging over us. I couldn’t stop replaying everything he said at that apartment building, and what echoed in my head every say for the past few days were the sangoma’s words: ‘I see a man here, he is not of this world. At least not in the case where life and death are concerned. He is bitter, angry, and he is evil. He would do anything to protect his kind, even if it means sacrificing his own children. He does not want his children to have a life because he fears that his coven will be exposed, he is not happy that you are a part of his son’s life.' It felt like her premonitions were coming to life, and all I could do was watch my boyfriend suffer in silence. He had quit his job at the lodge, he seemed to have lost interest in the restaurant, although I believed he was avoiding all these places because of Zamani. His latest hobby was to pretend to be

It was shameful to regard someone as family only when you needed something, but I had no other option, nor did I have a choice or say when growing up. As far as the world was concerned, my mother did not have any family left after losing her entire family to the grim reaper. What she never told anyone was that she had a sister who resided less than an hour’s drive away from home. My mother’s older sister, Meiki, was a traditional healer, but a witch according to my mother. As soon as the car pulled up outside her home, she was at the gate in seconds and assisted Karabo in helping me out of the car, and then she led me into the house while Karabo followed close behind with my bags. “Thank you for bringing her home,” Aunt Meiki said as she led my saviour out the door. Watching her was like watching my mother in an alternate world. They looked exactly alike, they had the same big round bodies, with my aunt being slightly taller and

I couldn't sleep, I kept turning and tossing, and it was as though I was sleeping on a bed made from rock. I was pacing up and down my room like a commander awaiting news from his superiors. I didn't where to touch or what to do, I couldn't even sit for longer than a minute. I felt really weird, at some point I even thought it was number two and went to the toilet several times, but nothing happened. It wasn't until 2a.m. when the first contraction hit, and I pursed my lips to prevent the scream that threatened to burst out. I recalled my wet clothes from earlier, and it finally occurred to me that my water may have broke during that prayer session. I sat at the edge of the bed, my head ringing like a church bell. "This can't be happening." I shook my head, breathing heavily. I was barely at six months, it was too early fir me to go into labour. I got up and unlocked my door for the first time since I arrived, making my way to m