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I SOLD MY SOUL

I SOLD MY SOUL

I *SOLD MY SOUL* 💔 EPISODE 1 Unknown pov Sandra a beautiful, curvy, tall and light skin 24years old girl who had her ND in marketing and also the first child of 3 faces life challenges at a very tender age but she has promised herself to make lemonade from her lemon. She lost her father at the age of 18 when she was about going to the university. She forgot about the plan of attaining a BSC and went for her National Diploma instead, since it will save she and her family from spending too much. She went through hell to finish her ND but she eventually did with a distinction. She graduated when she was twenty then her two siblings were already done with their SSCE. She started huzzling to makes ends meet for her family since their was no money and no family members who was willing to help. At first, she did her one year IT at a marketing company, hoping they will atleast retain her when she was done but they didn't. During her internship period, she was able to raise money for her siblings to obtain their jamb form. They did, wrote the exams and came out with flying colors. Her mum Mrs Maria Johnson wasn't helping the situation at all. She was constantly reminding Sandra that their hopes are on her. Matilda and Kelvin got admission into the university of jos. They're both twins but they don't look identical at all. They're 3years younger than Sandra. To cut the story short, Sandra was forced into prostituting since that was the only business that could bring food to their table and also see his siblings through school. ********************************************** *Matilda* Sis, we'll be going back to school next week. Okay. What and what do you need? Kelvin and I will be needing food stuffs,.... You know what, just list down what you both need and give it to me. Okay. Sis. Yes??? It's a new level and we need to pay our school fees. Okay. How much?? Kelvin is paying 55k while mine is 45k. Hmmmmmm... Okay. Just go and do your list. I'll see to them. Okay. Thank you so much. You're welcome dear. *Sandra* Later in the evening, Matilda gave me the list of what they'll be needing for school and it all amounted to 60 thousand excluding their school fees each. Hmmmm, how will I get all this money now?? My customers are not paying verywell like before and the only person that use to give me plenty money has travelled out. *Phone ringing*...call from boss 📞Hello Mama 📞Sandra how are you?? 📞I'm okay Mama. 📞Work dey o 📞Ah Mama I dey ever ready. You know say ah be your loyal pikin 📞Ah trust you. Oya begin dey come now. 📞Ok mama. Make I sharperly arrange myself. 📞 Oya na. No wahala. 📞 Thank you ma. *Call ended* Chai this God no dey sleep o....make I rush go quick quick. I quickly select a ripped jean and a transparent shiffon top. Was done dressing up, I was about leaving the house when mum called. Sandra... Yes mum.. Hope you've start gathering money for your siblings resumption. I'm trying mum. Better o. Abeg give me money, I need to go and make my hair. Hmmmm..hair you made 2weeks ago that have not spoil? Will you give me or not???" She frowned. Okay. How much?? Two thousand. Okay. I reach for my bag and gave her 2k. Can I go now??? Yes you can" she smiled. I just nodded my head and left. *Kelvin* (who have been listening to her mum and her sister's conversation) Mum this is not fair" I said angrily. What is not fair???
The Serpent King's Unwilling Human Mate

The Serpent King's Unwilling Human Mate

Fallon only wanted a relaxing nature retreat, but instead found herself lost in a dense forest, her limited-edition Balenciaga sneakers ruined by mud and her phone showing zero signal. Before she could even curse her tour guide, a massive boar-monster the size of a truck burst from the bushes to eat her. She thought she was dead, until a giant silver-and-black snake dropped from the canopy and crushed the beast. When Fallon woke up, she was trapped in a primitive cliff cave with a towering, muscular man who had the exact same cold, mismatched slit eyes as the snake. A mechanical system voice echoed in her skull, telling her an anomaly had dragged her to the brutal Beast World. Returning to Earth was impossible. Here, females were incredibly weak commodities, and the deadly "wind season" was fast approaching. "Eat, or you will die. The wind season comes." The snake-man, Justice, shoved a charred, dripping slab of raw bloody meat into her face. Fallon sobbed in despair. She was trapped in a savage dimension with no modern comforts, abandoned by a glitchy system that only gave her a tiny, empty pocket space in her mind. Worse, she realized this terrifying apex predator had absolutely zero food stored for the freezing winter. But when she instinctively clutched her grandmother's silver necklace, her tiny pocket space suddenly upgraded into a massive, room-sized storage dimension. Looking at the awkward but fiercely protective snake-man who promised to hunt for her, Fallon wiped her tears. She had the ultimate storage cheat, and he had the muscle. It was time to conquer the Beast World.
Trapped In Hell

Trapped In Hell

CLANK! The cup fell on the floor and broke to pieces, while Hazel stood in shock, her mouth agape and her tiny body shivered in fear, she had read a lot of fairytale and watched a lot of horror movies she knew she shouldn't have watched, but this was no fairytale nor was it a horror movie, it was right in front of her. A giant wolf, three times the Normal size of a wolf she had seen on tv, it fangs covered in blood as it bloodshot eyes stared at her, tears gushed down from her eyes, she was shaking and trembling in fear, she didn't know what to say or what to do, seeing the big wolf above her father with wounds on his body, his clothes were torn and blood gushed down from his stomach, his weak eyes pleaded with her to run, but she couldn't, her feet were rooted to the ground, she muttered. "Dad" The beast looked at her as it moved slowly towards her, like though it enjoyed the fear in the eyes of it's prey, as it walked front, Hazel stumbled backwards. She suddenly heard a low growl from the beast, her father had stabbed it's leg with a knife, and was holding it tight. "Hazel run" he said, his voice barely louder than a whisper, although still in shock hazel took her tiny legs and ran as fast as she could, she didn't turn back even when she had the slashing sound as the beast finished her father off. "Mum, mum" she shouted as she ran towards the door, she had almost opened it when she saw herself flying towards the wall, and with a thud she landed on the ground harshly, her back arched and she felt a sharp pain, the beast looked at her satisfied.
Raging Blood And Bond

Raging Blood And Bond

When Eryevir found herself skating on thin Ice, she made her escape from her Mate and his enemies. Eight years later, the fame of the Ice King and his Viesix had dwindled, left in the past and displaced by a new age. A new lord only meant a new terror. Sir Axel Lane, he was called—a dreaded terminator taken to the taste of blood and gore. After a one-night stand with him, Eryevir discovered that she was pregnant. She was thrown into anguish and turmoil, as her disguise was uncovered by the last person she wanted to see; the very person she hid from eight years ago. From Axel Lane’s mouth, she heard the term ‘Fiery Magpie’, a name only A’xelaan called her. And now she was left to imagine different ways her world would crumble, again. Because, this time, he was no longer the witty traveler, he was the brass-gloved archfiend with the desire to slay and burn—a darkness risen to diminish her light. ERYEVIR: Like they say, the Ice King is coming. But they need to get the irony of it. The Ice King isn't coming to save the world, he is coming for me—to destroy me. And this cursed bond that isn't meant to exist might as well be my end. A'XELAAN: As she shrouds in her pathetic efforts to conquer, I am determined to make her mine, only she won't give in without a fight. She'd risk it all just to be hidden and far, far away from me. Now I have to do all I can to penetrate her hardened heart—even if it takes me torching the world to ashes.
Where the Emberblooms Burn Bright

Where the Emberblooms Burn Bright

I was Elara, a Steward, a healer blessed with the Hearthstone Spirit. Years ago, I saved Governor Thorne' s life, sharing my essence, mending him when no one else could, bringing life back to his dying state. Now, I carried his child, a powerful new life blossoming within me. But then Isabelle Hayes, ambitious and cold, whispered poison into his ear. She convinced Thorne my child' s nascent power was a threat, unnatural. He betrayed me, ordering the destruction of the sacred Emberblooms our child's Spirit needed, imprisoning me, twisting my purpose into a weapon against me. Isabelle falsely claimed I was hiding the Spirit of my unborn child, faking a mysterious illness. Thorne, blinded by fear and manipulation, cruelly demanded I give him what was already lost. My baby, its Spirit already gone because he destroyed the Emberblooms, lay still within me. He refused to believe me, beating and torturing me. For every phantom symptom Isabelle displayed, he executed another of my people. I watched, helpless, as my entire community, including my sister, was massacred. Finally, he ordered a surgeon to cut the Spirit from my chest, ending my life on the desecrated land of my ancestors. How could the man I saved become such a monster? How could he sacrifice everything – my child, my people, me – for a lie? As my life faded, stolen for a Spirit that wasn't there, a raw, immense injustice consumed me. Had he truly forgotten I gave him a piece of my own Spirit, the very thing keeping him alive? But as my body burned, tossed like trash, something ancient and furious ignited. The earth itself revolted, refusing to let my death be in vain. I felt a surge, a rebirth from the flames, fused with immense power. I am Elara, the healer no more. I am the Reckoning; justice will be swift and absolute.
No More Sacrifices: Chloe's Vow

No More Sacrifices: Chloe's Vow

The last thing I remembered was the screech of tires and a crushing impact. Then, I was a ghost, floating above my own lifeless body, pulled from the wreckage. I watched silently as my fiancé, Liam, the man I' d given everything for, proposed to my stepsister, Scarlett, at my funeral-the very ring I' d once admired. Their passionate kiss, the congratulatory smiles of our friends-it all ripped through me with a pain far worse than death. My entire life had been a lie, a sacrifice for their happiness, and the regret consumed me whole. I woke up with a gasp, drenched in sweat, in my childhood bedroom. The date on my laptop screen read June 12, 2008-the day it all went wrong. An email glowed: "Internship Offer: Prestigious New York Firm." I had a second chance. My heart turned to ice as the doorbell rang-it was Liam, charming as ever, with a bouquet of my favorite flowers. He walked in, proposing marriage, but only if I gave my prestigious internship to Scarlett, his "soulmate." "Marry me, Chloe," he whispered, "if you give her your internship spot...She' s my soulmate, you know that, but you...you're the one I want to build a home with." This time, I slowly pulled my hands from his, a cold smile touching my lips. "No." His facade cracked, revealing the selfish man beneath. "You're over, Liam," I said, holding the door open. "I'm taking the internship. And I am never, ever going to sacrifice my life for yours again."
Claimed By The Cursed Black Snake Alpha

Claimed By The Cursed Black Snake Alpha

At the absolute summit of her pop-star career, the stage collapsed beneath Catherine's feet, plunging her into a mechanical black hole. When she opened her eyes, she wasn't in a hospital, but a savage, primitive forest. Before a fire-breathing beast could tear her apart, a massive black snake crushed it with a single strike. The terrifying serpent then transformed into Amon, a towering, heavily scarred man with golden slitted eyes, who swore his life to protect her. He brought her to his tribe, but instead of safety, they were met with ravenous hunger and disgust. The tribe's males stared at Catherine's fragile human body like a rare breeding prize, while treating Amon like garbage. "He's a cursed, cold-blooded freak! His rut will tear you to pieces!" The Chief sneered, pointing a thick, accusing finger at Amon. "By tribal law, you must mate with our strongest tiger and bear shifters to give us powerful cubs!" Humiliated, Amon's broad shoulders slumped, his fists trembling in suffocating shame as he prepared to back away. Catherine's heart pounded with fierce, burning anger. When she was about to be eaten, Amon was the only one who bled for her. Where were these arrogant bullies then? Why should she let them treat her savior like a monster? As the tribe's strongest warriors swarmed forward to claim her, Catherine stepped directly in front of Amon's lethal claws. "I don't need any of you," she declared, her voice cutting through the chaos. "I will mate with Amon and take his beast mark today!"