Dr Vincent Stephenson, a renowned medical practitioner, is being constantly haunted by a ghost, right from the very day he arrived from his honey moon, till the day he confesses his atrocities. This is a story of revenge, but revenge comes in so many ways, and sometimes it comes like a SPIRIT
The ghost appeared to Dr Vin again,that Tuesday, that was the last time he had seen that ghost in his life, the ghost had already tormented him for two years, and felt it had already achieved it's aim, It was ready to strangle Dr Vincent Stephenson to death that Tuesday afternoon if not for his wife,Linda, who came in from the market and saw him hanging on the ceiling without a rope, dangling with a wrung neck, listless and lifeless, and then alerted the entire neighbors that came to their rescue.
Yes that very ill-fated day was a Tuesday,The clock had just chimed 4.00 PM. The sun was still hanging in the sky, somewhere in owerri capital, it was neither red, pale nor gray, but magenta, like a forced ripped pawpaw . The atmosphere was threatening to turn gloomy soon, even as it was still glistening like a glitz onyx.
Soon it would be dark, and the stars and the moon would chase the sun away and take their own rightful place, at the rightful time.
Doctor Vincent Stephenson was alone in his bedroom that faithful Tuesday, He had just finished taking his bath,and was dressing up, He looked more nineteen in his red boxer's short and white singlet than well above forty, Which he was , He combed his hair , admired himself in the standing mirror and felt satisfied, He was going to sit in the living room and watch another ghost film since Linda ,his wife,had gone to the market for groceries .
Dr Vin began to whistle like a small snake as he sat out for the living room. He took the first,and the second step,and was about taking the third when it came again.
It was the ghost, the same ghost , appearing for the umpteenth time since it's first appearance two years ago, when he just arrived from America with Linda after their honeymoon trip.
"What do you want?" Dr Vin queried the ghost, but the ghost relied him with an eerie thunderous silence, "You are supposed to be dead...Why don't you stop haunting me for Christ's sake?"
Suddenly, Dr Vin became angry and faced the ghost squarely, eyeball to an eyeball, "Why don't you leave me alone and stick to hell, where you belong? Why don't you stop embarrassing me each time before other people? Why don't you stop making people conclude that I am a madman? Why? Why?
But Dr Vin was not not through with the ghost yet. His fury knew no bounds. The anger in him was like molten magma ready to burst into flames of fire.
"Why don't you allow me to enjoy my life and my wife? He asked. He assumed he exuded bravery, like a man, but he was simply stuttering effusively before the ghost.
The ghost had been there earlier on that same day, it was there a day before, the day before that too, it was also there the previous and penultimate week, it was there the previous month, it was always there , looming like a giant ghoul.
"My God!" Dr Vin screamed, and his voice ricocheted in the bedroom.
He couldn't comprehend anything anymore. The ghost was always there, right inside his apartment _his bedroom, bathroom, everywhere,every day, like an uninvited intruder, for the past two years or so, it had always paid him series of unsolicited visitations, which he found to be lethal to his body and soul.
Right now, the consistent appearance of the ghost was fast driving the doctor crazy, as crazy as a psychopath in a psychiatric home.
" But why? But why?" He asked the ghost again, almost at the verge of tears , "Answer my question!" He bawled at the spook and wondered whether spooks ever spoke. But he wished desperately that that particular one could, " What do you want from me?" He continued to ask, but the spook never spoke.
Then Dr Vin began to address the ghost like an acquaintance, " Remember it wasn't my fault, it was yours, But now I want us to settle this once and for all so that I can have peace of mind."
His speech was laborious, it was coherent to him, but to the ghost, he was talking gibberish, " can you talk to me, please?" He pleaded, almost at the verge of tears, and pushed his head backwards in a violent manner.
Then the ghost opened it's mouth wide like an anaconda, as wide as a twin giant gate, as if it was about to say something, but the mouth only hung agape, and the spook did not speak, it only stood there like a pillar of salt.
Janet Jackson's simple village life is disrupted when a haughty housekeeper, Ms. Cook, arrives with a lucrative offer to take her away. Despite the disdain from her adoptive family and the Jackson's housekeeper, Janet remains indifferent, hinting at her mysterious past. Meanwhile, the Jackson family faces turmoil as they discover that their beloved daughter, Emily, is not their biological child.
"the dreaded spell" is a gripping tale set in a dystopian world plagued by the enigmatic Nightmare Spell. The story follows the journey of Sunny, a young man living on the fringes of society, as he grapples with the consequences of being chosen as a carrier of the dreaded Spell.
"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.