Congo Novels & Stories

He grabbed his glass of rum and gulped some, drinking to the thought. "You still hooking up with different girls, eh?" Levi chimed in, combing his fingers through his thick and dark curly mane. Like Jesse, he used Clix excessively. He slept around and kept notches on his bed post - especially those models and local celebrities he had sex with.

“Yep. He was from the Democratic Republic of the Congo, and although his first language was French since he used it at school, he spoke Swahili at home with his parents.” “He never taught you French?” “He tried.” Mark grinned. “I ain’t great at languages, babe. Sorry. I’m better at human anatomy.” “Oh, I know you are.” They shared a smile, then she touched the tattoo again. “His name was Siwatu? Is that a first name?” “Yes. Means ‘born in a time of great conflict’… and he was. Everyone was.” “The never-ending civil wars.”

“According to the story, the pup born to Nahid and Amin was given by Haidar to Hecate as payment for their pact. What no one knows is that Hecate gave the baby to the blue crescent pack, which remains in the Chilean Patagonia in South America, to be raised by other Di’Giotanno members, hidden there. They completely hid her ancestry, so as not to arouse suspicion. The girl born was called Akapana, which means whirlwind, small hurricane. The girl was an elemental and was a real headache for all the existing packs. She was a revolutionary, ahead of her time.” “That’s why it was possible for a Di’Giotanno convergent wolf to be reborn. Hecate took care of that.” “Francesco knew he had to have a p

“Therefore, I beseech you to hearken to my words. For you are but youth and need to be coached. The gods know that it is my greatest desire to build the foundations of your life and see you become great. You are like a brick that must break into other parts to form a strong foundation for my name. Pay attention to my words. Allow wisdom to flow into you without obstruction. ”I will explain to you about the envoys that arrived here from the nation of Suramy two weeks ago. I had felt reluctant to talk to you because it wasn’t the right time to reveal certain things to you. I needed to commune with you at the right time. Now, my last days are near. Several times, I said to you, ‘tremble not whe

This is a fucking foreign fancy land. This feels like a dream! A dream I never want to wake up from! Trent holds my hand tightly as we stand up, looking around. He throws his phone and turns to look at me, smiling broadly. "Baby," he grins. "Welcome to Kenya." 🇰🇪🇰🇪🇰🇪🇰🇪

But not even Zach would be able to explain what happened next. 10 MONTHS AGO RENNÈ, PARIS. Denver: Telluride. Only a few people know me here. It’s quite good. Regina: that’s still close. I thought you’d make it to Africa, Nigeria maybe or Ghana. Regina: Or an island in Mexico or Asia, somewhere so different from our world, to escape. To forget. Denver: i didn’t want to forget, i didn’t want to escape. Regina: Then did you ever plan to come back?

We both laugh. “Seriously though, how did it start and who is he?” “Well his name is Bangizwe Mboyo. He's actually Congolese and speaks Lingala can you believe it?” “Girl? What happened to South African men that you had to go all the way to Congo? I'm judging you.”

I moaned even louder, pushed myself even harder against his finger and he said, "That's it baby, c*m for me." a few more pushes against his finger and I was screaming Oh god yes. my whole body shook from the pure ecstasy I was feeling at that moment. I didn't want this feeling to end. When I was able to speak I looked at Brooks and said please give it to me now. I want to feel more of that pure ecstasy I just felt. He grabbed the cond*m from beside the pillow and stood up off the bed. I looked over at him and I could see his d*ck peeking from the band of his boxers. He caught me staring and smirked at me. He said, "why don't you feel it before I put the cond*m on? Touch it and explore it bef

“Long ago, nestled within the heart of a verdant tropical forest in West Africa, lay the secluded village of Marugbo. This unique enclave, the sole region in Africa graced by the majestic Iroko trees, was home to the serene and enigmatic tribe known as the Mahines. Despite their apparent primitiveness, the Mahines possessed a rich tapestry of traditions and rituals, a near-civilized culture that had flourished in isolation for over a millennium.

He's quiet for so long as he looks through the papers that I feel like I'm going to explode with anticipation. "Ha! Found it." He flicks a piece of paper, holding it out to me victoriously. I snatch it from him, eyes scanning all over the page. "Zane, what the hell is this?" It's a missing panther report with a picture of what looks like a young Cleo. So young in fact, I wouldn't be able to tell it was her if not for the bright orange eyes and splash of freckles across her face. She looked four, maybe five. Ada Holstein, read the name. Age four, thirty-four inches, brown hair, orange eyes. Last seen near Holstein pack borders immediately following rouge attack.