SCARRED
- Reads 4
- Votes 1
- Parts 1
Once carefree, Now uptight!
Once happy, Now grieved!
Loneliness becomes her partner.....
As she hid herself under the shell of her past .
Nothing ever work sometimes ,
We always try to be better if we want things right
It's not so for Harmony...
She carries loco balm in her bag everyday
She wears grief around her neck like a necklace
And sadness on her face like a mask......
Would she break free?
Can she try again?
You don't know....
I have no idea either...
All Rights Reserved
#464
africa
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
![TAMED ✓ [Editing]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/249029822-256-k436827.jpg)
TAMED ✓ [Editing]
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 SAVANNAHComplete
Boundaries of Obsession
His eyes told how dark his thoughts were, what devilish aura he shadowed if she accepted him and was ready to listen to him no one could imagine his doings. She only seeks solitude, but he seeks her, and he craves her as if his life depended on her. He is the cause of her pain. She only wishes to go away from all the emotions, but he can never let that happen. He can show his tears to her, but can she wipe them? Maybe God wanted to create an unforgettable story. His aura screams power that no one can deny except bowing. Her soul reflects others' sins for what others fear to acknowledge. Did she hate him for giving her pain? No, she never hated him. She changed herself.. but what change? She loves him! Maybe not... then what changed...? Love, why is it so difficult either to gain or to lose... "I don't like it when you think about things other than me," he said Is this the start of his madness, or is he already drowned in insanity? She is his heart.........She is the eternal echo God cast into existence for his life. ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● He is taking every step near to her, his deep dark eyes looking at her serene, calm face... she is looking directly into his deep, dark ebony eyes... she can clearly see the insanity in his eyes... "Sweetheart, I told you not to think about other things.... but why would you like to provoke me... ha, " his voice is deadly low, sending an electrifying jolt. She is just standing in front of him looking into his sinister soul... He touched her cheek gently, rubbing the soft, gentle, dried tear marks.. He kissed her forehead... she closed her eyes, accepting her fate from which she tried to run away.... "Tell me, sweetheart, what punishment should I give him." A dark mysterious smirk playing on his handsome face... "He is your sister's soon to be husband," she said as he didn't know. He chuckled, a mocking, sinister, extremely insane smile
Unforgettable Days(A Hausa Story)
Khairiyya was lost and couldn't think of a perfect solution to what happened. At last she decided to keep it a secret forever without telling anyone. There was a possibility that no one would ever believe she was raped. People were judgmental so she tried her best to mask the pain. Unknown to her secrets don't stay hidden for long. She accepted living without Abdulmaleek wholeheartedly and managed to move forward in life. He left after telling her words she misunderstood, he left her shattered never to return again. Maybe she no longer needed him in her life again so he decided to give her enough space that never ended. At first it felt terribly unbearable and he felt like he would lose it living without Khairiyya but he struggled and moved out of his misery. He found the solution to his problem. He also accepted living without her. You would never know a person completely until you know the darkness they've been through. Both Khairiyya and Abdulmaleek found the solutions to their problems, but are these solutions right, are these solutions worth sacrificing the love they had for each other? Not our usual love story Read on and find out. Started 01/07/2020Complete
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 #nigerianstoriesComplete
ECLIPSED BY SHADOW
──── ⊹₊♕₊⊹ ──── A girl with dreams too big for the world she's trapped in, her heart full of hopes for freedom. But fate has other plans. There's someone out there... her shadow, who sees her not just as a dreamer, but as a prize to claim. He makes her believe she's winning, but in the end, he always pulls her deep into his darkness. Puppet : ~~~~~~~ He destroyed me. Tore me apart until there was nothing left to save. I can't... I can't even breathe without feeling his shadow suffocating me. He stole everything-my dreams, my peace. And now, he's chasing me. Why? To crush what's left? To make me his toy? Or worse... his love? I don't know if he wants me as his puppet to torment or his love to possess, but either way, he's unraveling me. No matter how far I run, his presence clings to me, pulling me back into his darkness each time deeper than before. Puppet Master : ~~~~~~~~~~~~ She doesn't even realize how beautiful she is when she's broken. My fragile, trembling little Doll. She thinks she can run, but she belongs to me. Her innocence calls to me like a melody I can't stop listening to, so pure, so unaware of how deeply she's already mine. Oh, let her try to escape-it only makes the hunt sweeter. I love the way she trembles, the fear in her eyes when she realizes she can't outrun her devil. I'll let her break a hundred more times, let her feel the weight of her hopeless escape. And when she's nothing but shattered glass, I'll mold her into what she was always meant to be. Mine... utterly and completely mine. Ranks:- #1 in review out of 33.8k stories. #2 in awards out of 10.5k stories #3 in alphamale out of 3.22k stories.
Brøkëñ Líês (Completed)
Whenever you saw her, she was always smiling. She never showed an ounce of sadness. Her stories unravel as you get to know her and deep within yourself, you dont believe it. How can someone who seems so perfect be so broken? She finds love, but to her its not real. She's scared of it. You wanna know the truth but she wont tell you. She's afraid of you, but she's afraid of herself even more. Will she ever be free from her BROKEN LIES?Complete
Broken
"I had never killed nobody before but now I was a killer. I killed my rapist and I didn't feel bad about it at all" -------------- Will she let the past continue to effect her life? Will she ever allow herself to be happy? NOT FINISHED ‼️Complete
Too Good to Be Real
She felt his warm palm on her wrist and at once she was facing him. Without warning, his lips engulfed hers, setting her on fire just like she did him. His lips were warm and soft and she revelled in it as she shut her eyes, her body instantly warming up to the kiss. She wrapped her arms around him, marvelling at how their bodies fit perfectly together. It felt so good, like her head was rotating. Nothing else mattered. Just the two of them. This was all she needed. Someone who accepted her for her. Her flaws, her beauty, herself, hook line and sinker. She withdrew reluctantly, angry she had to stop the kiss and also afraid someone had seen them. As she stared into his eager eyes, she knew she loved him but she couldn't help thinking she was doing the wrong thing. She loved him, but it wasn't fair to his girl. She could do anything, run, apologise, but she followed her heart. She drew him back and continued the kiss. A Nigerian themed story bound to leave you yearning for the next chapter.Complete
A Peculiar lovestory (Completed)
To read the completed book: Go to Okadabooks. https://okadabooks.com/user/FareedaHaruna "There's no point crying over spilled milk" a popular adage which is encrypted in most of our daily activities. At the age of 10, she was already betrothed to Mallam sanusi, younger brother to the village chief. His rotten kolanut designed mouth was all she saw when her mother disclosed that information. Being a strong headed child, she's always been, had she packed up her clothes in a silk headtie, she hit the road at midnight when every family member of hers was asleep. Had she known what she was getting herself into, she would never have left home. Had she known the hell she'll pass through, she would have happily married Mallam sanusi. Had she known the hardship she'll have to endure, she would have danced her way to Mallam sanusi's home. Had she known the dangers she'll encounter, his rotten kolanut designed mouth, would have been the least of her worries! But she's left home already, she has to survive. It's her only option.Complete
MAD WOMAN
My sister has always attracted the wrong crowd who didn't hesitate to take advantage of her meek heart. Right from small, Zikora's naïvety always made me fight with every single one of her 'friends'. I have never been comfortable with any of her so-called friendships. Not even the one she was in at the moment with her new roommate. Funny enough was that I actually liked their relationship. It was pure, true, and more of a sisterhood. For the first time in history, Zikora made a true friend. I inwardly approved of the friendship, when the girl in question, didn't think twice in lunging a frying pan at my little sister's ex-boyfriend. And I know as you're reading this, you may ask yourself, what was my issue then? My issue wasn't with the friendship, but the babe herself. Her appearance reminded me of that Disney princess that had the complexion of a vampire. Snow White, very innocent looking creature. But that girl was the definition of a werey in disguise. Chineke ekwela! And I know you've already started judging me as the problematic character already. I am not problematic, she is. You may begin to think that okay I'm probably overreacting. Oga, Aunty, I am not overreacting. On the first day of meeting her, this babe carried her old fashioned okrika shoe that looked like it suffered for nineteen years, and threw it at the glass of my car while I was driving. Aunty, ha si na hel zipụ gị, ma-ọbụ site n'oké ọhịa ọjọọ dị n'obodo m? {did they send you from hell, or from the evil forest in my village?} That one is her business sha. She should just carry her small bum bum and stay on her own, because she's really getting on my nerves. I don't blame her, because she knows she's fine. That's why she's doing all this bullshit. But all that I know is using the word 'mad' in a sentence, I would say; Biboere Mirabel Madagascar is a MAD WOMAN. Come and fight me.Complete
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
More detailsContent Guidelines