She is so scared of life itself, people call her a weirdo, she's sick; she's epileptic, she doesn't even have a friend as everybody seem to be against her. The only place she finds solace is in a story she writes, she loves it because that is where she finds control, the only thing that obeys her command anytime, any day. Then out of the blues, her story begins to haunt her. She could be hallucinating, but it seemed so real. The worst part is that every of the characters in her story want her to themselves, they are powerful, mysterious, wealthy, strong, connected and blood thirsty. Lurking in the darkness was her fears, and out of it came the most hideous of all her characters. Looking her straight in the eye he said, "welcome to our world, BLOOD LIVES HERE!"... You don't wanna miss this action/crime thriller... Silence, Suspense, Love, Guilt, Betrayal, BLOOD...
Eyes wide open in the middle of the night, Ludo was horrified with whatever bad dream she was having. She tried to move her head but to no avail. She could only move her eyes. She could see most of the things in her room but couldn't reach for them. She usually slept with her bedroom door open. She tried to scream but her voice failed her. The more she tried to move, the difficult it became. She felt a presence in the room and became even more afraid. Her eyes shifted to the door in hopes of seeing her mother coming to her aid. She saw an ominous shadow at the door peeping.
In seconds, she felt a weight pressed against her body that she failed to breathe. Her body was paralyzed and there was no way to fight the paralysis.
"Ludo!" Her mother shouted entering the bedroom.
Ludo saw her mother sitting beside her but she still couldn't move. Her mother just sat there and watched her.
"Mother," Ludo whispered after relaxing.
"You are awake?" she reached for the pillow and moved Ludo's head.
"It was happening again mother," Ludo dropped a tear.
"I saw it baby," Ludo's mother said.
"Mother this is not sleep paralysis," Ludo complained.
"It is Ludo."
"But i saw someone peeping at me from the door," Ludo said.
"How many times will we go through this Ludo?" Her mother asked. "Those are just hallucinations that come with sleep paralysis."
Ludo looked away.
"We have done countless research on this. I'm your doctor, you know. Now go back to sleep."
"But mom."
"Ludo!" She stared at her.
"Do you think I'm cursed?"
"No Ludo."
"I hate this sleep paralysis. On top of that i also have...."
"Shhhhhhh," Ludo's mother cut her.
"You are not cursed; you are just like everyone else. You are special."
"Where is dad?"
"Not back yet."
"But it's 2am?"
"Rest Ludo."
Ludo looked at her mother go as she covered herself with the blankets. It took her sometime to fall asleep. When she finally did, she slept like a baby.
Last day of school. Ludo thought to herself and sighed before opening the school gate. As she walked to the terraces, she thought about how much she endured from the bullying both from her fellow pupils and teachers. Her peers used to say she was strange especially the fascination she had with cars. She was glad high school was coming to an end. She had timed reaching the exam room slightly late so that she could find everyone settled in and concentrated on their examination papers. She reached her examination classroom and before she could knock, said a silent prayer.
"Come in!" Mrs. Visashi yelled from the inside.
Ludo breathed heavily. She looked at herself. She hated her uniform. She never liked the color yellow especially with it's combination with green. She composed herself and entered the classroom.
"Weirdo is here," a young boy whispered.
Everyone laughed.
Ludo looked at the boy and smacked her lips. He wasn't worth it, she thought to herself as she walked to her seat.
"Everybody be quiet! Mrs. Visashi shouted. "Exam in progress."
Ludo looked at Mrs. Visashi and admired her. She envied how she was always in control especially when handling pupils. Ludo wanted to be like her someday but with her condition which everyone knew about, she was made to believe she couldn't amount to anyone, especially Mrs. Visashi.
"Late again?" Mrs. Visashi smiled walking to Ludo.
Ludo nodded.
"Better start writing now," she handed her the exam papers.
Ludo perused through the paper and knew she would ace it. It was her favorite subject, Literature. She was marveled by the nature and scope of literature. She also loved reading.
"Time up, pens down!" Mrs. Visashi shouted.
All the pupils dropped their pens on their tables without hesitation. They knew Mrs. Visashi all too well to act otherwise. After collecting all the papers, she had one final talk with them.
"This society you are going to will be all sorts of things to everyone. Some of you will find it easy and some difficult but all in all, it's all about attitude towards whatever comes your way," She paused and looked at them one by one. "This is where life as adults starts and you have to start making decisions like adults."
"But we are still young," Melanie whispered.
They all laughed.
Mrs. Visashi looked at Melanie who avoided her gaze.
"It's high time you all decide what your life will be especially in terms of careers." Mrs. Visashi Said.
"Madam, talking about careers, i would like to know what Ludo has in mind," Melanie looked at Ludo.
Ludo shook to her core. All eyes were on her and she hated attention.
"Tell us Ludo, what do you want to do after this?" A boy asked.
Knowing Ludo, Mrs. Visashi calmed her down by asking her in a polite way because the class wanted to know.
"I want to be a writer, "Ludo whispered.
"We didn't hear you!" Melanie shouted.
"Don't be shy Ludo," Mrs. Visashi smiled.
She took a deep breath and repeated herself, "I want to be a writer."
It was as if a wave of laughter had tickled everyone. They laughed so hard that Mrs. Visashi's voice couldn't be heard on top of the laughter.
"What can you write weirdo? You are mentally unstable as it is," Melanie laughed.
"She will write about cars," another pupil added.
In that moment of uncontrollable laughter, Ludo became uncomfortable. There and then, she had an aura and her eyes widened. She looked at Mrs. Visashi. Mrs. Visashi knew what was about to happen because she had been put in charge of Ludo at the school.
"Quiet!" She ran to Ludo.
Ludo's eyes were fixed on Mrs. Visashi. Her stomach felt strange, but not the usual strange. The feeling rose to her chest. Her face flushed and before Mrs. Visashi could reach her chair, Ludo fell on the floor hitting her head in the process. All the pupils stood up with their hands covering their mouths in shock. This wasn't new to them but this time, they all knew they had provoked it.
"She's having a seizure, stay back," Mrs. Visashi yelled.
Ludo's eyes had turned white and foam was coming out of her mouth. She was jerking and convulsing. Everybody stood back with the boys moving chairs and tables away from her. They all watched in silence and terror. Melanie was shaking and dropping tears.
"Everybody out!" Mrs. Visashi dismissed them.
They all left for the door looking back at Ludo laying on the floor unconsciously.
"Except you Melanie, stay!"
Ludo found herself on the floor feeling tired and weak. She looked up and saw Mrs. Visashi standing with Melanie.
"What happened?" She asked.
Mrs. Visashi knelt before her and asked, "How are you feeling?"
"My head hurts," Ludo answered. "It happened again right?"
Mrs. Visashi nodded.
"Melanie come here you help me stand her up."
"I don't think i can stand up madam," Ludo said softly.
"Take your time my dear."
"I'm sorry Ludo," Melanie apologized.
Ludo only looked at her.
"You can now leave Melanie," Mrs. Visashi said.
Ludo remained with Mrs. Visashi.
"Have you called my mother?"
"She's on her way."
"I'm sorry madam."
"Don't apologize sweetie. You don't have any control over your seizures."
"This time I had control," Ludo said.
Mrs. Visashi didn't understand what Ludo said.
"I was intimidated by them."
"You shouldn't let people intimidate you. They also have their fears but they don't show them. All those people who bully you only succeed because you let them. Your fear feeds them."
Ludo shrugged.
"You want to be a writer?"
"Yes madam."
"That's an awesome profession," Mrs. Visashi smiled.
"You don't think i can do it?" Ludo looked at Mrs. Visashi.
Mrs. Visashi shifted uneasily.
"I knew you don't believe in me. Nobody does." Ludo said with teary eyes.
Mrs. Visashi smiled and held Ludo's shoulder and sat beside her. "I believe in you but what's important is do you believe in yourself?"
"I do."
"That's what matters. As long as you believe in yourself, everyone's opinions don't matter."
"Do you think so?"
"I know so."
"I have written a lot of short stories which i haven't shown to anyone."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"I would love to read them."
"I'm excited about the new story i thought of."
"What is it about?"
"It's about the most notorious crime family in Zambia."
"That sounds interesting."
"I don't know where the idea came from but each and every day, it grows stronger," Ludo smiled.
Mrs. Visashi never saw Ludo smile frequently but she knew in that moment that writing made Ludo happy. She noticed how Ludo spoke of it.
"Where's my daughter!" Ludo's mother shouted from outside.
"Mom there," Ludo rolled her eyes.
Mrs. Visashi laughed.
Ludo's mother entered the classroom and found Ludo seated on the floor with her teacher.
"Ludo baby how are you?" She asked slowly running to her.
"I'm fine mother."
"Let's go home now," she lifted her up. "Thank you Mrs. Visashi," she looked at her gratefully.
"It's alright Zamiwe," Mrs. Visashi said. "Ludo," she called her.
Ludo looked back.
"I would love to read the story you are working on some day," Mrs. Visashi smiled.
Ludo and her mother walked out of the classroom and went to the car which was parked outside the wall fence. Leaving the school, Ludo knew this was the last time of being there. She had even planned on not coming to get her results. She had it all planned out, her mother would come to get the results.
"I think the medicines are not working," Ludo's mother said after settling in the car.
"You are my doctor," Ludo fastened her seat belt.
"I will have to visit the hospital after dropping you home."
"Is dad back?"
Ludo's mother flinched.
"Don't answer, I know," Ludo leaned her head against the window.
"We still love each other. It's just circumstances."
Ludo didn't look at her mother.
They got home and both went to their bedrooms. Ludo got her seizure journal. She opened it and sighed.
"Here we go again," she said.
After writing in the seizure journal, She thought about her idea of the story and grabbed her MacBook pro and before she could start, her mind went blank.
"Stuck again?" Her mother asked standing at the door.
"I write better when you are around," Ludo said.
"I know but i have to rush to the hospital. Your seizures are worrying me. I'm suspecting your condition is getting worse."
"It's always been worse mother."
Ludo's mother left her in the bedroom. Ludo loved her mother wholeheartedly. Not only was she a mother to her but also a friend whom she could confide in. She even loved her more because ideas would flow whenever her mother was around. The story she was working on was difficult to write without her mother's presence.
Ludo fell asleep on her bed and was awoken by her father's voice. She opened her eyes and he was standing in front of her.
"How are you baby?" He asked.
"I'm fine dad," she yawned.
"I heard you had another seizure."
"Yes but it wasn't that serious."
"All seizures are serious baby. Where is your mother?"
"She has gone to the hospital."
"Okay," he looked at Ludo's laptop. "How is our story coming up?"
"It's difficult to write without mom," Ludo frowned.
He laughed.
"I'm serious dad."
"Well, she will be back. I have bought you something. It's in the car outside."
Ludo ran to the car while her father followed her. She opened the car and found a medium sized box in the front passengers seat. She looked at her father.
"Open it!" He told her.
Ludo opened it and found a brand new laptop in it.
Surprised, Ludo looked at her father once more.
"I know you have another one but that is old," he grinned. "This is for after high school. Congratulations on completing, my baby."
"Thanks dad."
"I'm leaving now; I have work to do."
"But you just got here?"
"I'm coming back in the evening."
"That's what you always say," Ludo said sadly. "And I'm alone."
"Isn't the maid around?" He looked at her and went on. "I'm coming I Promise," he went to his car and drove out of the compound.
Ludo waited for her mother. She came in the evenings when Ludo was having supper. After both eating, they went into the study room and Ludo started typing. In most cases, she dosed off after typing and woke up the following morning amazed at her work.
The months that followed, Ludo couldn't stop writing her story. The more she wrote, the deeper she went into the world she created. She felt like a god because the characters would bend to her will. It was only this time that she felt she had control of something.
"Don't you think you have to start working on other things?" Ludo's father asked during a dinner date they had set up.
"What?" Ludo asked back.
"It's been a year and half ever since you completed school and all you do is work on that book," he sighed. "Writing is a difficult career to venture in."
"I thought you supported me, dad."
"Don't get me wrong I do but I'm worried. You are always indoors. You are growing up and you need to get out there, enjoy the world."
"I'm enjoying my world."
"What is your book all about?"
"Crime fiction."
"Am I supposed to know about that?"
"Ah dad. Where do I even start from?"
Her father looked at her.
"Ok just know that it's about the most notorious family in Zambia."
"Notorious?"
"Yes. The family is the most feared in the country. No one crosses their path. Whoever does, gets killed. On top of that, they have connections everywhere. The police cannot touch them. No one touches them."
"Hmm is that real life?"
"Come on dad, I told you it's crime Fiction."
"Okay. Let me go and order something for us eat."
Ludo looked around the eatery and was upset that her father had to drag her to come. She was against the idea but he insisted. While seated, a car parked just some meters from her. It was a black tinted Chevrolet. From a distance, she couldn't see who was driving because it was getting dark. She was curious because cars fancied her. She played with her phone while peeping at the car. Finally, a very tall bearded gentleman with shades came out of the car. He looked around and closed the door behind him. Ludo didn't care about the man but the car. She watched him enter the eatery.
"Why wearing sunglasses when it's getting dark?" Ludo asked herself and went to the car to take a look.
She was fascinated with the beauty of the car. Lost in the attraction of the car, she didn't hear the thuds from the window. The thuds were getting louder. Ludo heard the sounds and decided to take a look. The windows were tinted and she couldn't get a clear view. Curious, she wanted to walk to the front of the car and take a look through the windshield because it was slightly visible.
"Excuse me!" A husky voice said.
Ludo quickly turned around startled and saw the bearded man.
"What are you doing?" The bearded man asked.
"Nothing," Ludo tried to walk away.
He blocked her.
"I will ask you one more time, what are you doing?"
"I said nothing," Ludo raised her voice and tried to run, then she caught a glimpse of what was inside the Chevrolet. She saw a girl tied and was obviously screaming for help.
The bearded man held her wrist and took off his shades. Ludo couldn't believe the eyes she was met with. The eyes were dark red that the iris was not visible.
"Are you one of them?" The bearded man looked around.
"One of who?"
"Don't play around kid," he said agitated. "I saw you taking photos of my car."
"No I wasn't. Please let me go."
The bearded man's facial expression turned to that of an angry bull. Ludo couldn't take it anymore, her knees went numb and she felt a strong sensation in her head. She looked at where her father had sat and he wasn't back, she knew she was having an episode.
"Please let me...."
She fell on the ground.
The bearded man looked at her expressionless. He stepped backwards while she agitated violently on the ground. He put his shades back on, looked around, got into his car and drove off.
"You whore!" A masculine voice. "You philanderer!" A feminine voice with a very different accent. "You're a silly piece of woman! I don't know the reason why I fucking married you. You bundle of bad luck!" He bellowed. "Oh yeah?, You're a poor excuse for a man. My only mistake is that it took me till, after sprouting *I do* to realize that I'm marrying my fellow woman.! Following him all the way from Italy to Nigeria!"She smirked and spit on the floor. Her english accent a little different than usual. "I'll kill you in this house!" He bellowed as he charged straight to the woman who shot out of the seat to grab the nearest weapon but the man was faster, he grabbed her and started beating her up like his personal punching bag. The little boy stood at the door and watched his parents go about their daily routine. The twelve-year-old boy with dark curly hair and deep blue eyes, didn't know what to do, he was filled with terror, tears spilled from his eyes. Somehow, he's getting the feeling that today's gonna stand out from every other day. He stood in the shadows, just watching and crying. If he speaks out loud, they'll remember him and his father will beat him also. No one remembers him. Not unless they want to beat him too. Or say so many bad things about him. Then he saw the blow, heard the awful sound. The blow that made a difference. The blow that made that day stand out from every other day. His mom stopped screaming, she laid there on the floor, staring into nothingness. Dead. "Gia." His dad paused mid-beating. No answer. "Gianna!" He patted her white arms turned red from being beaten. Not even a blink of her deep blue eyes. Terror filled the little boy's system, a sound escaped his mouth, drawing the man's attention. "Oops. I've forgotten about you." He said to the little boy. He stared at his deep blue frightened eyes.....his mother's eyes. "Mom's dead..." The little boy said in a tiny voice. The man looked down at the lifeless white woman, tilt his head, "Seems like it." He looked at the boy with an eye filled with menace. "You'll pretend you didn't see a thing. You'll......" The siren rang outside. The police men had arrived and the little boy already knew that it's the neighbors that called them as usual to arrest his parents for disturbing the public. "OH no, no, no. Holy shit!" His dad's eyes filled with panic as he tried to bundle his mom's lifeless body and hide her under the dinning table, but it was too late. The police entered the house. He watched as the policemen pointed their guns on his father. He watched as his father raised his hands in surrender. He watched as they took his father away. He remained hidden, his blue eyes returning to the woman who laid on the floor, with eyes as blue as his. She was staring right at him. Finally, she sees him. Only in death, did she really see him. Something died in that little boy that day. Replaced with bitterness.
You whore!" A masculine voice. "You philanderer!" A feminine voice with a very different accent. "You're a silly piece of woman! I don't know the reason why I fucking married you. You bundle of bad luck!" He bellowed. "Oh yeah?, You're a poor excuse for a man. My only mistake is that it took me till, after sprouting *I do* to realize that I'm marrying my fellow woman.! Following him all the way from Italy to Nigeria!"She smirked and spit on the floor. Her english accent a little different than usual. "I'll kill you in this house!" He bellowed as he charged straight to the woman who shot out of the seat to grab the nearest weapon but the man was faster, he grabbed her and started beating her up like his personal punching bag. The little boy stood at the door and watched his parents go about their daily routine. The twelve-year-old boy with dark curly hair and deep blue eyes, didn't know what to do, he was filled with terror, tears spilled from his eyes. Somehow, he's getting the feeling that today's gonna stand out from every other day. He stood in the shadows, just watching and crying. If he speaks out loud, they'll remember him and his father will beat him also. No one remembers him. Not unless they want to beat him too. Or say so many bad things about him. Then he saw the blow, heard the awful sound. The blow that made a difference. The blow that made that day stand out from every other day. His mom stopped screaming, she laid there on the floor, staring into nothingness. Dead. "Gia." His dad paused mid-beating. No answer. "Gianna!" He patted her white arms turned red from being beaten. Not even a blink of her deep blue eyes. Terror filled the little boy's system, a sound escaped his mouth, drawing the man's attention. "Oops. I've forgotten about you." He said to the little boy. He stared at his deep blue frightened eyes.....his mother's eyes. "Mom's dead..." The little boy said in a tiny voice. The man looked down at the lifeless white woman, tilt his head, "Seems like it." He looked at the boy with an eye filled with menace. "You'll pretend you didn't see a thing. You'll......" The siren rang outside. The police men had arrived and the little boy already knew that it's the neighbors that called them as usual to arrest his parents for disturbing the public. "OH no, no, no. Holy shit!" His dad's eyes filled with panic as he tried to bundle his mom's lifeless body and hide her under the dinning table, but it was too late. The police entered the house. He watched as the policemen pointed their guns on his father. He watched as his father raised his hands in surrender. He watched as they took his father away. He remained hidden, his blue eyes returning to the woman who laid on the floor, with eyes as blue as his. She was staring right at him. Finally, she sees him. Only in death, did she really see him. Something died in that little boy that day. Replaced with bitterness.
Sheila had her back against the wall when her family tried to force her to marry an awful old man. In a fit of rage, she hired a gigolo to act as her husband. She thought the gigolo needed money and did this for a living. Little did she know that he was nothing like that. One day, he pulled off his mask and revealed himself to be the world's top magnate. This marked the beginning of their love. He showered her with everything she could ever want. They were happy. However, unexpected circumstances soon posed a threat to their love. Would Sheila and her husband make it through the storm? Find out!
I am the most talented doctor, the genius artist, the most famous jeweler designer, and I am going to be the richest one, making Conor, the king of a super powerful family, lose his crown… Conor was hunt down me for six years because I raped him. No, because he raped me. It didn't matter anyway. Since be selling by my father, I was gonna be Conor's fake wife. The noble people thought I would be a disgrace to their family since I was the mentally handicapped. What fuck! When I was going to be gotten rid of as rubbish, a baby boy showed up and called me mom. Conor gaped at baby boy since the baby boy just looked like child version of him. Conor sheathed in my body, moaning, “Don’t hide from me. Tell me everything, sweetheart.” I blinked, grinning, “Our baby girl also misses her daddy.” Conor, "…"
For three years, Jessica endured a loveless marriage while her husband pretended to be impotent. His lies unraveled when a pregnant mistress surfaced. After six months of secretly collecting proof, Jessica threw him out and built her own billion-dollar empire. After the divorce, she transformed into an irresistible figure, attracting admirers. As she left her office one day, she met Kevan, her ex-husband's brother. He stepped in, confronting her. "Was I just a tool to you?" Jessica's lips curled into a calm smile. "How much compensation do you want?" Kevan's voice softened. "All I want is you."
At the office, Samantha is mouthy AF and hellbent on testing my patience. So you can imagine my surprise when my new personal assistant walks into my club with a very specific fantasy. When the man Samantha's paired with doesn't stick to the rules, I step in to take his place. Wearing a mask protects my identity, and soon the little wildcat from the office is telling me all her darkest secrets and fantasies. During the day, she gives me hell, but at night, she becomes my wounded kitten. I know I'm playing a dangerous game. She doesn't know I'm one of the heads of the Cosa Nostra. She doesn't know her boss and her nightly visitor is the same person. With my enemy on the attack and her past coming to haunt her, our secrets come out in the most explosive way possible, threatening to rip Samantha away from me. But my wildcat has another thing coming if she thinks I'll ever let go.
I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ “I want to get a divorce, Mark,” I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time—even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.
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