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  • The 3 Eyed Elizabeth

    The 3 Eyed Elizabeth

    The 3 Eyed Elizabeth

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    🙍 The 3 Eyed Elizabeth:

    I saw Elizabeth’s buttocks wiggle as she walked back to the bed, She stood at the exact spot she had woken up from and looked at me.

    “Praise, Come over here, Come to me,”

    “Will not. I won’t,”

    I ensured my back touched the will. I refused to move.

    She smiled.

    “You will. You are only being stubborn.”

    ” I will not. Not when I know you are a spirit and not real. Not when I can still see the three eyes on your forehead which no one else can see.
    Not after the evil you do with the powers you possess. Taking people’s gift, favor, and
    Success through sexual intercourse with them in the dream.”

    “I help them, praises. I help them. Good and God -fearing people deserve those gifts. Not weak people who would end up using the gifts to destroy more soul’s.”

    “How do you mean?”

    “How do you explain this, praises? Your God blesses a man with wealth, and money and schedules the blessing for a period of time. Yet the one who is to enjoy this begins to fornicate and take advantage of innocent women even before the full wealth comes to him. Am I not saving those women he plans to spend money on, sleep with, and molest sexually by taking his grace? I sacrificed myself to save a thousand out there.”

    “So you only come after those who have a promising future, but would use such wealth to take advantage of the poor?”

    Elizabeth nodded.

    “Then how come you haven’t visited the politicians? Those are the people who take advantage of the poor and steal from them. Why the innocent youths? Why them?”

    “Your politicians are my servants. They worship me. They bring me sacrifices. They appease me. O don’t you know? Should I mention their names? I won’t. But I am goddess. I love who associates himself with me. I adopt who chooses to serve me. And I protect who appeases me with gifts.”

    She used her hands to rub her chest, then squeeze her breast with her hands and licked her lips.

    “Tell me, praises, if you had money and you saw a lady who would worship you, lick your feet, pray to you, and see you as a god, and you saw another whose aim is to serve another man, sleep with him and give him her heart, who would you bless with wealth.

    “The one who worship me.”

    “Same as me. I am not wicked. But if you worship me I will bless you, and if you don’t and worship another power while you plan to do evil with it, I will take from you that which would make you succeed. I am not at fault. They work by the flesh, and I see their lust and I use my opportunity well.”

    “What do you want to take from me Elizabeth?”

    “Nothing . I just like you. You have a good heart.
    A sweet soul. You are kind. Powerful. And not of the flesh, but of spirit. I see how you pushed me away when I appeared to you in your dreams.
    And I knew you were different. So I am making you an offer, give me what I want. Make me happy, and I will give you anything you require.”

    At that moment, I realized that the devil is crafty. When it fails to get it’s way to you through the traps it has set for you. It makes you irresistible office. One meant to bring you down. One you will not turn down.

    “I will not,” I replied.

    Elizabeth squatted and slowly transformer into..

    TO Be Continued

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  • My Sweet Heart (Episode 39)

    My Sweet Heart (Episode 39)

    My Sweet Heart Episode 39

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    👫💞 My Sweet Heart Episode Thirty Nine:

    🧡 VALERIE’S POV Continues 🧡

    Mrs Elizaeth Graneson was on her massive bed in her luxurious bedroom, all smiles as she stared at her son and daughter inlaw’s picture with her cute grandson.
    “James is just like me. My colour and my character..” She said to herself.

    Im glad that stupid brother of his had to get lost. Yes, I gave birth to both of them. They are twins but I love James and I disdain Joy!. I just hate him. He took his father’s complexion and always act like he knows all.. His father loved him more than James. But James is my beloved son. James is the first child but his father loved Joy more than him! Well the foolish boy, Joy had been lost for ten years and my husband now cherish James and I gave him under my palms..
    She smiled widely..

    Just then, a spark flashed in her eyes and she screamed.
    She felt her head spin and a painful bang followed.
    She yelled out and held her head.
    When it all calmed down and she opened her eyes.
    She began scratching her head… wildly like a fire was ablaze on her head.
    Like it wasn’t enough, She took off her wig and scratched harder and pulled.
    Then began screaming..

    “Oh no oh no.. I will confess!” She kept screaming and pullinf her hair till her maids rushed in with her daughter in-law, Stella.
    “Mom… What’s the matter!” Stella asked, tryinf to hold her but Mrs Elizabeth pushed her away.
    “Yes..I will confess.”
    “Confess what mother? You are scaring me. Im calling James.” Stella said and brought out her phone and dialled her husband’s line but his lines are switched off.
    “I will confess” Mrs Elizabeth screamed more, scratching her whole skin.

    Stella dialled James line again but it was switched off.
    James line have never been swutched off even at mudnights! So why is it in a day like this.
    In a moment as this!
    She tried his lines again, luckily his third line rang but no one picked.
    That was when Stella knew something is wrong.
    “I will confess oh.” Her mother-in-law kept screaming and pulling hair.
    Stella began cryinf.
    The maids watched in awe at their mistress.

    “What confess do you have to make mother; You are scaring the hell out of me and now James line suddenly isn’t goung. He’s not picking up. Why are you scratching your hair and your skin mother?” Stella asked with so much tears rolling down.
    “Yes exactly!” Mrs Elizabeth yelled.
    “I loved James more. I hated Joy because his father loved him more because he claims he look just like him and more intelligent and hardworking than James. He alwayd bought bigger things for Joy and smaller things for James who is his first child! This made me hate Joy. I hated him even though he’s my son and a twin brother to James. This hatred went on till both grww up and Joy and you became Lovers..”
    Stella remembered Joy and everything they shared and then she bursted into cries..

    “James saw you and fell inlove with you and wanted you, so he came to me…”

    ….FLASH BACK….

    Ten Years Ago

    🧡 Mrs Elizabeth’s POV 🧡

    I was on a well comfortable and expensive couch in the sitting-room going through an online shopping for a nice dress and bag for my friend, Mrs Adesua’s birthday celebration, When my beloved son, James walked in.

    He appeared sad as he sat beside me on the same couch.
    “Oh son… I hate to see your face like this.. What is it?” I asked.
    “Mom why do Joy have all the best things?” He asked.
    “No.. He doesn’t. You deserve the best things and you know I give you all that tou need.” I said.
    “Mom I hate my brother. And I wish he was never born.” He said.
    “Just like I hate him and wish that as well.” I said.

    “Dad loves him more. My sisters love him more. Everyone in this house both the useless maids and servants. No one seem to like me.” He said sadly.
    That always break my heart.. To see him sad cos of that foolish Joy!
    “Son, I love you so much and my love for you son is much more greater than all of their joy brought together.” I said.
    He sighed.

    “So what is it? You need money?” I asked.
    “No mom. Im inlove with someone.” He said.
    I smiled..
    “Oh.. That’s amazing.. so who is this girl and I hope she’s beautiful and from a well known family.” I asked.
    “Yes. It’s Stella.. Stella Macdonald.” He said.
    “What? That’s your brother’s girlfriend!” I said.
    “I don’t care mom, I want her…And I must have her!” He said, got up and walked upstairs.

    🧡 Back to >Writer’s POV (Rejoice) 🧡

    A week later and James kept on with his decision… Mrs Elizabeth the decided to help her beloved son.
    She met with her close friend, Adesua who gave her an idea of seeing a native doctor to help her get Stella.
    Mrs Elizabeth with her friend Adesua journeyed to an evil native doctor called ‘Baba Aje’ at a village in the west part of the country.
    There Mrs Elizabeth told Baba Aje to help her son get Stella from her other son, Joy.

    She also seek that Baba Aje to help her get Joy to be hated by everyone including his father and let James be the one to be loved.
    Baba Aje after few incantations, explained to her that Joy’s destiny is to be greater than his twin brother James.
    Mrs Elizabeth spat and said to him, “Then get rid of him. I hate him to be greater than James!”
    Baba Aje did another incantation and smiled, displaying his disgusting teeth.

    “Im not fit to kill him. He’s life is in the hands of the great one.” He said.
    “Then what can we do to him. I want him out!” She said.
    “I can curse him to loose his senses and wander so faraway from his family and everyone who knows him.” Baba Aje said.
    “Then do it! I can pay anythinf for you to.” She said, determined.
    “He won’t remember anything about who he was and his family and his home forever. His thoughts and mindset shall be reduced to that of a little child and he shall act like a little child.” He said.
    “Good! Do it Baba.” Mrs Elizabeth said.

    “But there are consequences.” Baba Aje said with a smile.
    “Consequences?” Mrs Elizabeth asked.
    “Yes! The great god of Aje gives but gives with consequences and warning.” He said.
    Mrs Elizabeth inhaled.
    “He shall wander so faraway but it can be possible that he may find a family one day where he is. And once makes eye contact with him or her.. His memories would be restored back and you…” He pointed at Mrs Elizabeth.

    “…and the one who is benefitting from his curse shall face a great disaster!” He said.
    Mrs Elizabeth thought for awhile. Then looking straight into Baba Aje’s eyes, she said, “Im ready!”
    Baba Aje vanished immediately.. Mrs Elizabeth flinched.
    Her friend, Adesua was outside waiting, so she had no clue about what they were discussing.
    Baba Aje reappeared minutes later with a tiny black long thread and an egg.

    “This thread is very tiny and would need a close eyes to see there’s something in your hands. When you get home and notice he is abour coming in or out of his bedroom. Lay his thread on his door and once he match on it or crosses over it he shall loose his senses and wander away instantly. Make sure no one is around when this happens.” He said and handed her thread.
    “Once he wander away. Make a night meal for your husband with this egg and he shall totally forget about him.” He said and handed her the egg.

    “This egg must touch the sand.” He said.
    “Thanks so much Baba Aje. I’ll do exactly as you said.” Mrs Elizabeth said and placed the thread and egg carefully in her bag, then got out a big bundle of money.
    “Drop it inside the white calabash. Aje is greatful for your sacrifice.” He said.
    Mrs Elizabeth dropped the money into the white calabash.
    “Thanks Baba. I promise to bring you more if this works for me.” She said.
    “It has.. Go well.” He said.
    Mrs Elizabeth walked out.

    …Back To Recent….

    Mrs Elizabeth after completing her confession, slumped down and died.
    Stella was already on the floor, crying.
    The maids rushed to their mistress, calling her and realising she’s dead, they all bursted into loud cries.

    🧡 MAUREEN’S POV 🧡

    Dr. Valerie is still here with my brother.
    She had been explaining herself and remembering all they shared when he still had his memory lost but brother still doesn’t remember anything.
    Lady Angelina had left to the airport to welcome her son.
    Dr. Eva just went out to attend to another doctor.

    Brother had managed to sit up.
    Dr. Valerie sat at the edge of his bed, explaining herself over and over again.
    I just stood, leaning on the wall.
    “…you still don’t remember anything? You still don’t remenber I…I showed you..” She glanced at me.
    I wonder what she wanna say.
    I looked down.
    “….showed you how to..to shave?” She said.
    What?
    I looked at them..
    Brother widened his eyes in total shock.

    “That can’t be true. Oh my God.. like hell.” He half yelled.
    “You don’t remember?” He breathed.
    “We also kissed, fondled and we made love three nights ago.” She said.
    “We what?? Made what?” He gasped.
    “Love.” She said with a worried look.
    “Oh no no no! Not True at all!” He said.
    Just then, my phone rang.
    Stella?
    I glanced at Brother before picking it up.
    “Hello.. Maureen….” She said, her voice gloomy.

    Is she crying?
    “What is it?” I asked. I couldn’t mention her name cos of brother.
    “Your brother got involved in an accident.. Your mother.. Your mother.. your mother is dead!” She said and bursted into a loud cry.
    “What?” I asked.
    “DeAvil Hospital. James is dying.” She cried more and the call dropped.
    “Who?” Joy asked.
    “Brother James got involved in an accident…Mom is dead!” I said as tears rolled down my eyes.
    He shut his eyes.

    TO Be Continued

  • Impregnate Me Or I Die (Episode 6)

    Impregnate Me Or I Die (Episode 6)

    Impregnate Me Or I Die Episode 6

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    🧛 Impregnate Me Or I Die Episode Six: 💚
    .
    ✨ Final Episode ✨

    I was half conscious and half unconscious. I knew all the time he came on me but I couldn’t resist him or say anything. Was this what iya ibeji went through before having her twins? For the two weeks Prophet David took advantage of me. He gave me no breathing space day nor night. He will always sprinkle water on my private part before using me. My phone was taken away all through and switched off. I was to leave on Thursday, by Wednesday evening I was in full control of myself.

    ‘Where is my phone? I asked
    lady Stella. ‘Your phone will be given to you later tonight.’ When she brought my phone I quickly switched it on and I got more than ten SMS. Most of the messages were from my husband. While I was trying to go through the messages my phone rang, ‘Lo and behold, it
    was my husband, I didn’t pick as I had to think of a lie to tell him.

    He called again and I picked,
    ‘what happened my sweet heart?’ He asked anxiously. ‘My phone fell inside the three-seater
    sofa and I didn’t know it was switched off. I just discovered it today. It didn’t take him time to
    believe me. We talked at length and he narrated all his experience in Lagos. I will be back in a
    week’s time, he said and ended the call.

    Many things happened thereafter but after six months I was not pregnant. Iya ibeji kept encouraging me to be patient. She assured me I will be pregnant. My life became a mess – I started perceiving an offensive odour around my private part ever since I returned from Prophet David’s place. It came with itching and pain. I hid what I was going through from my husband but he noticed the odour and I guessed he
    couldn’t tell me.

    One year after, I was not pregnant. Sally was already pregnant with her second baby without stress. I told myself that if I didn’t get pregnant before she gave birth to her second baby I will denounce my faith in God. As far as i was concerned, it wasn’t worth it, serving God without anything to show for it. I had stopped observing my ovulation period because previous efforts had been fruitless. N600,000 had gone down the drain yet I couldn’t make trouble.

    Prophet David had abused me yet I had to remain mute. I had been battling with STDs I contacted from Prophet David but I couldn’t speak out. My salvation was already at stake, I couldn’t return back to God because I was angry with him for allowing me go through all these shameful and
    painful experiences. If God were human, I won’t forgive him.

    ‘Madam why did you wait for so long before coming to the hospital? The doctor asked me. This is one of the dreaded STDs medical science has been battling with in recent times. I may have to refer you to a gynecologist for better attention.
    He wrote a short note on his complementary card and gave it to me to give to Dr Robert. He
    promised to call Dr Robert before I got there.

    “Madam, where is your husband? I can’t treat you until I see your husband or any representative of your family, Dr Robert told me. I was afraid my secret was about to be leaked out.
    This was the end of the road for me, I began to contemplate suicide, because I couldn’t face the shame. I refused to tell my husband until my condition grew worse. The odour became
    unbearable, I practically stank like a dead fowl.
    At this time my husband became bold enough to ask me why I was smelling. And without waiting
    for an answer, he said, ‘We will see the doctor tomorrow.

    Your wife is suffering from a chronic STD and it has affected her kidneys and her womb. If we
    don’t carry out a surgery on her in four days she may not be able to conceive again. My
    husband was shocked. ‘Doctor can we do the operation today?’ My husband asked, yes of course, if you are ready, the doctor told my
    husband. In less than thirty minutes I was wheeled to the theater for surgery. When I
    opened my eyes I saw my mom, our pastor and some brethren surrounded my bed. The way they
    all looked at me made me suspicious that something bad had happened. I was discharged
    but I kept seeing the doctor every week for check up. My journey of barrenness lasted for 14
    years. All my friends and family connived not to tell me that my womb was removed during the
    operation in order to save my life. I knew this when I went for a check up in another hospital
    while my husband was away to Ghana. I have been without a womb for over ten years without knowing.

    After God did not answer my prayers I totally backslided. Sally had three wonderful kids already and had since stopped giving birth. To help me overcome my frustration I started taking alcohol secretly. Alcohol could not suppress my depression
    anymore and I tried hærd drugs. I became a professional adulteress not minding if my husband knew or
    not. In all these my husband was still faithful to God. He was
    always praying for me. Whenever I messed up myself, he will clean
    me up and get me to sleep. If you are looking for a Christian,
    Omeiza is one. I wanted God to judge me so that I can tell the
    whole world how unfair he is but his judgement tarried except that
    I had no womb and I could not conceive.

    For a long time I didn’t hear from Sally. That didn’t bother me
    anyway because anytime I hear from her it was one good news
    or the other. She seemed to be moving from glory to glory while
    I moved from shame to shame. I saw a post from one of our
    coursemates on Facebook of a friend who wedded at 42 and Sally
    was in the selfie, but Sally was really lean in the picture. I
    started making contacts on how to reach Sally, I needed to know
    what happened to her that she became this lean.

    In no time I got across to her. ‘Sally, what happened to you? I
    saw your picture on facebook and I was shocked that you had grown so lean.’ For almost forty seconds she didn’t say anything.
    ‘Sally are you there?’ ‘Yes Maryam, I have been sick but I
    am better now’, she replied. ‘I will need to come and see you.’ I promised to see her in
    two weeks.

    When I got to Sally’s place, she was leaner than what I saw on
    Facebook and I was afraid. My friend’s beautiful skin had shrunk badly with black s₱0ts all over her. As I was about scre-ming I
    saw a pack of retroviral drugs on her dinning table. ‘Sally you are
    positive?’ I asked in surprise. She bowed her face without saying a word. I knew she was HIV positive already. I became more
    scared but I had to encourage my friend. I hugged her and
    whispered to her ears “God will see you through”. I still had to pretend I was still a Christian but I had a sharp pain on my chest
    with a voice telling me “it would soon be your
    turn”.

    I tried to rebuke that voice but there wasn’t any inner impetus to do so. I wept bitterly as if I was weeping for my friend, but no, I was weeping for myself. I couldn’t stand what I saw so I left the
    following day.

    On my way back to Lokoja, ‘I kept having thoughts of accident.
    “If you die now where are you going to?” I asked myself. The
    Sally you have been using as yardstick to judge God is already
    paying for her sins, the voice kept talking to me. I was restless
    all through the journey. Maybe I am also HIV positive, I thought
    within me. Suddenly I noticed I have been foolish, I told God I
    was sorry. If you can give me another chance oh Lord I will serve you all the days of my life with or without a child.

    I got relieved as soon as I made that prayer. I arrived Lokoja
    safely. I knelt down before my husband and confessed all my sins before him, I wept and asked him for his forgiveness. He wept
    along with me but he felt very bad for the story he heard about
    me for the first time. I could read the handwriting in each drop of his tears. “I
    have forgiven you sweet heart, he lifted me up and hugged me tight for what seemed like hours. I wept the more while on his
    arm, my tears were tears of genuine repentance and regret. I
    became indebted to my husband for his patience and endurance.

    Since it was obvious I couldn’t get pregnant after my womb was
    removed, we adopted a boy of six months from the orphanage
    and named him Joseph. The day Joseph clocked one year I was
    confirmed to be seven weeks pregnant. How can a woman who
    has no womb be pregnant? Until my stomach started protruding I
    didn’t believe I was pregnant.
    This is the hand work of Jehovah
    overdo.

    On the 3rd of December I gave birth to a set of quadruplet, two boys and two girls. God wiped away my tears of many years.
    The chief medical director of the hospital was perplexed with the
    stark possibility of a woman who had no womb but was yet able to give birth not to one but four children at a time.

    He invited African Independent Television (AIT) to cover my
    story. This drew the attention of the First Lady of the state
    who paid us a visit at the hospital. She placed the four kids on scholarsh¡p up to university level. Many other families who
    watched the program on AIT paid us a visit and each of them came with
    huge gifts. In less than one week we became millionaires from the
    gifts we received from the general public. Who says God is
    not alive?

    Peter, Paul, Elizabeth and Esther will be two years in June. Praise God who turned my captivity around.
    For waiting mothers who are reading this story, don’t give up on God, don’t try alternative means, don’t be too desperate, don’t use anybody’s life as a standard for yours. God is not dull, he makes all things beautiful in his own time.
    This story is dedicated to all those who are waiting on the Lord
    for the fruit of the womb.

    ….The End….

  • The Governor’s PA (Episode 7)

    The Governor’s PA (Episode 7)

    The Governor’s PA Episode 7

    Thank you for choosing Siri as your online beautiful sweet story reading partner. Today we have “The Governor’s PA Episode 7 Or Chapter Seven Of The Governor’s PA by Jacinta Chinemerem Story or Novels To Read with Siri.”

    🧛 The Governor’s PA Episode Seven: 🧑‍💻
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    ✨ Semi Final ✨
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    “Who’s that?” I asked as if I didn’t know it was the governor’s daughter

    “It’s me Eli” She answered

    “Who is Eli?”

    “Eli… Your boss daughter” she explained.

    “I still don’t know who is Eli” I told her.

    “Aaah!” She grunt “It’s Eli.. Elizabeth, you dummy”

    I smiled. I thought she never liked it when someone says her complete name, now she have said the complete name herself. I made her say the name. If I can make her do this. I can make her do other things. I thought to myself.

    “Elizabeth who?” I continued the questioning.

    “Are you serious now?” She asked, with almost annoyed tune.

    “I don’t know who is Elizabeth. What’s your father’s name and native name; maybe it will help me remember”

    “Seriously?… Ah!…. Oh come-on”

    “Are you saying or not?” I asked her “If you won’t answer my question please get out from my window.

    “Fine!” She grumble. “I’m Elizabeth Raymond. My native name is Chidinma. So I’m Elizabeth Chidinma Raymond”

    “Oh that’s good” I paused, smiling within me.

    There was silence for a moment.

    “Oh come-onnnn! Get the door open already” she broke the silence

    “And why are you speaking from my window” I continued the questioning.

    “Because your door is locked and I’ve knocked severally but you didn’t open. I thought you would be asleep so I had to come wake you up through the window”

    “Well, as you can see, I’m asleep”

    “Oh come-on, Joseph. Get the door open already, please!” She begged

    “I said I’m already asleep. Go back to your room!” I yelled.

    “You’re yelling. Someone might hear you” She told me.

    “I don’t care if someone hears me or not. Please go back to your room. I don’t want to lose my job” I told her.

    “You’re already halfway to losing your job if you don’t open this door” She told me.

    If I let her in and her father suddenly comes to my room to check on me and sees her; what will I do? There’s no way I will let her lure me to trouble. I told myself and ignored her.

    “Joseph! Please let me in.” She said “if you don’t let me in, I won’t let you sleep”

    I still ignored her. She went to the door and started ringing the doorbell without stopping. The noise of the bell became too much that I couldn’t sleep.

    I went to the door and opened it. Before I could say: “Why are you disturbing my peace” She shrugged herself into my room, went straight to my bed and sat down.

    “Do you know if it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t have gotten this job?” she said “I asked my Dad to hire you because I love you”

    “Excuse me? Did you say you love me?” I asked surprisingly. “How? When?”

    “The very first day we met. I fell in love with you” She said.

    “Have we met before? All I can remember, today is my first time seeing you”

    “We met on the day you were interviewed for this job. I know you may not remember but I remember you and that was the day I fell in love with you”

    She stood up and started walking towards me

    “That’s love at first sight right?” She asked as she stood before me.

    I was leaning on the table and she was standing very close to me that I could hear her breathe.

    “No, that’s madness” I replied.

    “I know you think I’m crazy for acting this way around you, right?” She said and started to caress my chest.

    “No, I don’t think you are crazy. I know you are mad. Infact, you are very, very mad!” I yelled seizing her hand and pushing her away.

    “For a small girl like you to be in a man’s room at this time of the night. You must be very mad.”

    “I’m not a small girl; I’m fifteen years old!” She blurted and came closer again.

    “Do you know how old I am? I’m twenty-nine years old while you are fifteen. Did you see the long gap? Do you know what people will say if they see you and I making out? They will say it’s child abuse. And I will be sent to prison for that?”

    “But nobody is seeing us. And nobody will see us” She said and started caressing me again. “It’s just you and I alone; let’s have a good time.

    Her soft touch on my chest started sending chills down my spine. Gradually, I started having sensation.

    Don’t let her words get into you. This could be a set-up. Remember, this words were the kind of things Potiphar’s wife said to the bible Joseph. Reject her now” A voice spoke in me.

    “Let’s go to your bed and spend some time” She said and grabbed my hand, dragging me towards my bed. “My parents are asleep so you have nothing to worry;”

    “No, your parents are alseep And that’s the more reason you should be in your bed by now” I said and quickly carried her out of my room and pushed her away.

    “If you ever bother me again, I will have no option than to report you to your father” I warned her.

    “You’re an ingrate! And for pushing me away, I will make sure you lose your job tomorrow. And not only will you lose your job, you will also rust in jail” She threatened and walked away.

    I went back into my room and locked my door. While I lay on my bed, Her threat resounded in my ear. I remembered that the Governor said I will be driving her to her school for her lessons every evening. Maybe if I’m driving her to her school tomorrow, she will exhibit something that will put me to trouble. What could it be?

    TO Be Continued…