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Love us like a Fairytale

A self contained spin off story from Love like a fairytale; focusing more on Nneka, Nkiru’s sister. It’s adapted from the last episode of Love like a Fairytale. For the story before this, see Love like a fairytale (E1 -7) available here: E1 – http://www.naijastories.com/2015/12/love-like-fairy-tale-episode-one/ E2 – http://www.naijastories.com/2015/12/love-like-fairytale-episode-2/ E3 – http://www.naijastories.com/2015/12/love-like-fairytale-episode-3-real-deal/ E4 – http://www.naijastories.com/2015/12/love-like-fairytale-episode-4/ E5 … Continue reading Love us like a Fairytale

Betrayals and Funerals – 34

Insomnia had become a close friend of mine since the beginning of the trial so I’d taken to staying up at night poring over my law books. This particular night though, my mind wandered and began asking questions that I’d previously overlooked. First of all, why had Ruby been using a fake name? What had … Continue reading Betrayals and Funerals – 34

Betrayals and Funerals – 33

“Good afternoon ma.” I greeted, with all the politeness I could muster. To my surprise, she opened her arms and stretched them out to me. Her embrace was comforting. “I’m so glad you’re here with him.” She whispered, and I thought I heard sniffling. “I’m afraid. I don’t want my son in prison.” It was … Continue reading Betrayals and Funerals – 33

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Betrayals and Funerals – 30

As far as attorneys go; Delia was good. When she met with me, she spoke with a certain mechanical detachment; asking me questions repeatedly as though trying to pick out whatever form of falsehood lay in my words. She wanted to know what my relationship with Eleanor Bright was; she wanted to know what I … Continue reading Betrayals and Funerals – 30

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MO “Again, where were you on the night of December 7th?” The pimply faced cop asked. It was the mention of December that reminded me that we were in the last month of the year, getting close to the Christmas season. What was I doing sitting in an interrogation room answering questions about a murder? … Continue reading Betrayals and Funerals- 29

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“I think it’s too early to ask me that, Pastor.” I replied, rising to my feet. “I’m still hurt…the thought of my husband with another woman is revolting and no matter his excuse…it’s not good enough. I have a lot to figure out in my life right now and I think its best I do … Continue reading Betrayals and Funerals – 22

Betrayals and Funerals – 17

As I stepped into the house, the memories came rushing back. I deliberately pushed them out of my mind. I was here to fix things, not make them worse. This time she was clothed in a bum short and a white strapless top. “I was about to take a swim. Care to join me?” She … Continue reading Betrayals and Funerals – 17

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I followed her, lugging my instruments with me. As she glided up the stairs, my eyes kept straying to her backside. I couldn’t help noticing her legs which were slim and shiny. Exactly what the camera loved. As I reflect now, I wonder whether it was with my professional eyes I admired her or… She … Continue reading Betrayals and Funerals-16

Betrayals and Funerals – 13

This time she was dressed in a white mini skirt that rode up her thighs when she moved, her torso was clad in a blue tube shirt that stopped just above her flat stomach. Christ! Did people still dress that way these days? I wondered. She practically oozed sex appeal, and while that might please … Continue reading Betrayals and Funerals – 13

Betrayals and Funerals – 12

As we sat across the table; I felt the mounting tension. This woman had some kind of hold over me…I found myself wanting to flee as far as possible from her and at the same time, I wanted to sit and stare at her all day and, perhaps dash across the table, defying all odds … Continue reading Betrayals and Funerals – 12