Going back to silence(1)
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''When I say dat life isn't fair everyone mopes at me seeking an explanation. It's confusing dat I really dnt knw how best to explain wat I feel abt life. Nevertheless my plight has made it understandable bt still, inexpressible. I'm still moping at my TV, d one thing dat has brought me pain. It's hard 2 stop gazing at it, dis multiplex shaft dat I once loved. Is it a sin to feel sorry when you've being betrayed by the world, broken by d one you've gotten attached to? Is it a sin 2 cry wen ur world has come undone 'cos u sold ur trust 2 d wrong people? I'm dismayed nd downright speechless. Convincing myself dat d hurt nd sorrow I feel is all an illusion is so impossible. I feel tears in my eyes nd painful yet! excruciating ache in my heart... When hav I ever being a fan for words? I barely remember. Now, I'm a lamenting diva. A diva with conscipious issues. Who wud hav thought dat d sort-after rose flower whose scent was lik dat of an aloe Vera entwined among visible spike-lets, which kudn't still daunt its unshakable glory wud one day turn out 2 b one chastised being. So indeed! I'm left to stare at dis telecasting device, 1 that has exposed my rectum 2 a world of implacable nd unkind humans. A world dat has thrown away my damp garments of happiness, uncovered my loneliness nd exposed me 2 d hot sunny trails of unending misery, perhaps it's 'cos of my ill fate, perhaps it's my country, my race. perhaps it's 'cos I really don't belong anywhere... Wud u ever wanna knw the reason I can't trust? Read my story. U mustn't learn frm it. Jst explain 2 me d reason I shud listen 2 a world dat complains of my ne'er ending silence. SAME WORLD THAT HAS LEFT ME SCARRED.''... Lola laments till forever as she carries a familiar BLOAT visibly over sized on her small torso.
"In my dictionary of Love, ur name comes first. In my love recipe, you're the ingredient dat adds taste to my life... You are the rainbow that distributes colours to the dullness of my soul." ~Maryjane Irene
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Call me a spoilt brat? That's what they all say. Don't worry I'm used to it now. I have felt till I feel no more.You can hurl all the hurting words but just remember one thing, Don't be too quick to judge.... You have no idea how it feels or how colossal the damage is. Our Anthem says ....."Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know " She is never around. She is always absent. She is so self-centered and only thinks about her selfish desires. It is all her fault...I wish I never knew her. Well, I'm not wasting my precious energy on trivial things. My numb heart beats no more so I care less. Since it happened, My world stopped revolving. I've been left broken beyond repair. They say there is beauty in the broken....Ah well, beauty ain't my portion. She tried, They tried, I tried..Yet to no avail.... Somethings are just meant to be. Right?? But No, don't give up on me yet. I'm going to rise up and roar like a lion. I'm going to bounce back bigger, better and stronger. It's just a matter of time. My numb heart will beat to the rhythm again. My smile will be restored. My entire life will be renewed. There is always light at the end of the tunnel. That's what I look forward to sooner or later. But till then, It's Harmattan. It's a withered sheanut tree, It's a Calabash. It's a thatched mudhouse. It's a dry Rocky land, a WILD SAVANNAHKumpleto
𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝔼𝕐𝔼𝕊 𝕆ℕ𝕃𝕐 (ENHYPEN REVERSE HAREM)
"𝐖𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲." The seven boys whose presence everyone admired. Anvi Matthew was the embodiment of everything their existence craved for. Yet when fate resurrected them, destiny wove its rebellion. What should have remained forbidden became inevitable. They met her. And against the will of the stars, they loved her. ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Every heartbeat was a sin. Every glance, a fracture in the heart. The more they loved her, the deeper the curse sank its thorns into their souls. But perhaps that was the beauty of damnation - to bloom even when the soil was poisoned. "𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮?" Bound by fate, defied by universe, and undone by their own hearts - this is the story of a love so forbidden, even the universe dared not speak its name. Jealousy lit the spark, Fantasy fed the flame, It has now unraveled into a devotion far too dangerous to name "𝐖𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 '𝐮𝐬' 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮." ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── When your favorite boy group is on hiatus, you never imagined they would one day be standing before you in your own country-a place you never expected them to visit. Never in the wildest dreams did someone imagine FATE would bring their worlds together. ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── "So I'm yours right now Color my world is full of you Love of my heart In my empty world In full blossom love is like An orange flower blooming like warm sunlight" ENHYPEN OT7 x reader Enhypen FF (Poly) Started: 8th March 2025 Ended: Ongoing...
Beneath The Veil Of Honour:A TALE FROM AREWA
Zarah thought she understood shame.. Until honour wore the face of the one she hates most.. Four years ago..they walked away..the distance became duty.. Now..fate pulls them back into a storm of rumours..silence and everything their culture wouldn't forgive.. In the end..it was never about who would break first or who would kneel beneath the weight of honour..it was about love But in a world where dignity is survival..feelings are luxuries only the reckless could afford "Mutunci yafi zinariya daraja" Honour is more precious than gold.. But what if it costs your heart? __><>_> Author's note Assalamu aleikun Readers! This is a fictional story which depicts Northern Nigeria..I'm not from there..but I love the northerners culture so much So..with that said..this story might not align with some of the cultures there..but I will try my best Insha'Allah DISCLAIMER:: THIS IS NOT A HALAL LOVE STORY
Running into Ameen's Heart
She thought love would save her. Instead, it left her stranded, broken, and alone. But in the wreckage of her choices, she meets him-a man with no reason to help her, yet no intention of walking away. And sometimes, fate has a plan of its own.
SECOND OF BEAT
Faith? no it's Fate Miracle? no it's a compensation I was raised together with the cruelty of the world. Everyone's unfair. Their God is bias. She's petite Her skin is pale But her smiles are deep I hate to admit it I am secretly falling on to her I hate her whenever she's around I hate her smiles while I'm in pain Cause the more she smile the harder for me to leave this world The more she smile the more I hurt myself I want to end everything It hurts everytime I push her away My deadline shouldn't be delay I don't want to hurt her I want her to regret everything upon knowing me... I don't believe in miracle. Everything for her is miracle. I am no one's believer She believes in me..... I learned to fight...... I learned to dream..... But I regret everything.....Kumpleto
In a flash
It just happened in a flash, just like that it was like a dream..no a nightmare one in which I could never wake up from, one in which we all couldn't wake up from. We could never wake up from it... If this were to happened at the beginning of our lives then at some point we could have said it's in the past let's focus on the present to make the future void of any more mistakes like the past but NO! We were sailing smoothly, normal life shenaggins, but in an instant everything we knew, everything I KNEW was tainted pure black void of light, it's our present predicament it's not in the past -YET it can never be, no one wants to accept it's in the past, I don't want to accept it's in the past. There's no future for me if i can't get past this, there's no future for US if we don't get past this..the question is can I ever get past this, CAN WE ever get past this, it involves all of us it's the bitter truth we all are protagonists in each chapter of this whole fucking nightmare OR story, we are engulfed in this darkness seeing as darkness has no source we ask amongst ourselves when will light come to us and what was the light we all once had, what gave the light, because the source of light we all had is dead, gone, broken, lost..... "It wasn't me, I swear it wasn't me... it can't be, it wasn't my fault
A journey Through Regret (On Going)
All she ever wanted was to be seen. Not the best school. Not the richest house. Just love. But what happens when those meant to protect you are the first to abandon you? She thought being Head Girl at South Park International was the dream- Secret parties. Praise. A man's love. Until one night One drink Changed everything and the only thing that ever mattered... Was taken. Not in love. Not in marriage. But unknowingly. A pregnancy no one wanted. A slap that echoed louder than her cries. A marriage she never chose. ______________________________ "You called me a disgrace... but what do you call parents who abandon their child emotionally?! What do you call a mother who only shows up to criticise? A father who's more present in the community than in his own home?!" My mum scoffed. > "So you found love in the arms of some lowlife boy? How smart, Noor. You're just like those dirty girls on the street!" Her words stung. I glared at her. > "Don't you dare call me dirty," I said. "I became who I am because you weren't who you should've been. You helped write this story." "You'll abort that bastard "That 'bastard' is my baby. And she's the only one who hasn't hurt me." I turned to my dad. "You want me to fix it by pretending it never happened? Kill a child for your dignity?" "Watch your tone!" he yelled. "No! YOU watch yours! Where were you when I was crying myself to sleep? When I begged for your attention with my silence?! I reached for the knife on the table. My mother's eyes widened. "Noor, don't!" she shouted. I held the knife to my chest. "Kill me, then. Do it. Because I'm tired of living in this prison you call home. At least if I die, I'll finally get your full attention." --------- *A Journey Through Regret is a powerful tale of neglect, rebellion, and redemption. But will regret be the end... or the beginning of her healing? . Follow my pen-this story will stay with you. Drama, twists, and a ride you won't forget. Buckle up!
SHAMBLES
"Are you ready?" I said to her placing her long silky hair at the back of her head. She nodded. Her bewitching smile sending immense pleasure to my body. I pushed into her slowly- carefully and then with a little force. She forced a smile at first and in seconds her face had turned pale, hysterical- beastly! "Shit!. Shit!. Stoppppp Dotun - Please stopp." She screamed loudly like she was in enormous pain. I felt like I was in another world, lost in a haze of sensations-almost like I had found a place that felt like home. But then, reality struck. No matter how intense the moment, when a woman says stop, you stop. It doesn't matter how powerful the desire burning through you is. "Shit!" I yelled, fighting to pull myself back from the edge. The tension within me was overwhelming, the kind that tempts you to ignore everything but your own feelings. But I knew better-her voice, her comfort, and her trust meant everything. The desire could wait. Respect couldn't. Dammit!!! The sweet taste of a woman!!! Her personality, A ferocious saint, like fire and brimstone. He on the other hand, is like water yet powerless against her fire She was broken, a puzzle that was missing a piece. But he was willing to carve his own piece to complete her. They said her fire would consume him. But he was ready to be destroyed by her raging flames! Ranked 1 in #nigerianstoriesKumpleto
Before you go
"Listen to me Qurratul Ayn, before you go, I want to know; did I ever offend you? Is my love for you too little?" I can feel his hand hovering over mine. He wants to hold it, but he knows better than to do that. "Please, I don't want to do this now. My flight is in thirty minutes." I can feel the tears wetting my Niqab. "No! I want to know. Where did I go wrong? Was it money? I didn't feed you well? I didn't clothe you? My love wasn't enough for you? I need to know, all those years! You're seriously willing to throw them away like they were nothing?" A sob breaks out but I manage to hide it behind a cough. I take a silent deep breath and turn, my Niqab swaying and making a whip sound. "It's not like, they really were nothing! Look, I don't have it in me to explain myself. You said you'd give me whatever I want? Then leave me be. I never loved you okay! I never did, it was all a sham, a facade!" His hand that was looming over mine falls limp beside him and he staggers back. "You're lying." He laughs. It's as if he's trying to convince himself. I scoff. "You think so? Well take a look at this." His eyes fill with tears and he takes one of his hands and place it on his mouth. He can't believe that it's actually true. "Okay, Fa'iza." My heart breaks. He never calls me that, ever. "I know something is wrong, and wallahi I'm going to find it out and bring you back to my house in six months. I promise." I feel my heart squeeze knowing his promise can never come to pass, ever. Death is nearing me so nothing can be done. Absolutely nothing. * Ten years of loving, doting over each other and marriage, Fa'iza upped and suddenly said she wanted out of the marriage. After months of persuasion and blackmail, Bello let her go, but before she left, he made a promise. Would he be able to fulfill this promise? STARTED: COMPLETED:Kumpleto
BIRTH Of A VILLAINESS
COPYRIGHT © 2026 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED! How did we go from "My life is empty without you." His voice had once broken for me, soft with desperation. "I'll be better. For you, I'll do anything, I swear." I believed him. Now_ "Get lost. You're a nuisance..." The feelings that lived in him had faded away. Out of all my sins and mistakes, he was my favorite and my worst. We were once students in secondary school, exchanging glances that meant nothing until they meant everything. Then life separated us. I should have taken that as a sign from God but instead, I brought us back at the university and this time, he didn't come back the same. Neither did I. Everyone on campus warned me. Stay away from him. They said his name like it carried consequences. Like it could stain me but warnings sound like jealousy when you're in love. So I stayed. I should have listened. His letters were in my hands. My name written in his handwriting, his voice echoed harshly, the same voice that once traced promises against my skin now reduced to threats on paper. I tore one of the letters open. "It's over." My chest tightened. "Don't test me. I have everything I need to ruin you and I won't hesitate to." And there it was. Pain and Heartbreak. No apology. No explanation. Just a threat. Every word was written with certainty. Like he knew exactly how we would end. Like he had already planned it. He didn't just leave me, he stripped me of my dignity, he turned me into a joke, and a story whispered across campus halls. The girl blinded by love? She's gone, he erased her. And maybe that's his greatest crime. Villains aren't born, they are made. He didn't just break my heart, he studied and used me, then he rebuilt me into something I don't recognize. I will survive this as the one thing he never prepared for... his ending. . . . Highest Ranking🏆 #1 in Campus love story on 04-01-25 #1 in Ethiopia on 12-01-25 #2 in Mistreated on 04-01-25
Call me a spoilt brat? That's what they all say. Don't worry I'm used to it now. I have felt till I feel no more.You can hurl all the hurting words but just remember one thing, Don't be too quick to judge.... You have no idea how it feels or how colossal the damage is. Our Anthem says ....."Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know " She is never around. She is always absent. She is so self-centered and only thinks about her selfish desires. It is all her fault...I wish I never knew her. Well, I'm not wasting my precious energy on trivial things. My numb heart beats no more so I care less. Since it happened, My world stopped revolving. I've been left broken beyond repair. They say there is beauty in the broken....Ah well, beauty ain't my portion. She tried, They tried, I tried..Yet to no avail.... Somethings are just meant to be. Right?? But No, don't give up on me yet. I'm going to rise up and roar like a lion. I'm going to bounce back bigger, better and stronger. It's just a matter of time. My numb heart will beat to the rhythm again. My smile will be restored. My entire life will be renewed. There is always light at the end of the tunnel. That's what I look forward to sooner or later. But till then, It's Harmattan. It's a withered sheanut tree, It's a Calabash. It's a thatched mudhouse. It's a dry Rocky land, a WILD SAVANNAH
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