Chapter 19 Beloved Novels & Stories

he mused like one who had much to spend on buying a meal or one who would appear at a buka and pay for other customers. "Yes, I'll live Live, live to declare the goodness Of the Lord. The ones who hateth me Will fall down and die Yes, I'll step Step,step on my enemies For I am the Lord's beloved. " Bode heard the resonant voice of a woman as she sang loudly with great passion. He laughed, remembering how funny his neighbours could be. It was either she had conflict with one of other neighbors or her husband had incurred her wrath. He stood, glancing across his plank peeling wardrobe; a beep from his phone jerked him as he crouched, bending over.

She hated them anyway, they were a big pain in the ass. After staring into space for a few seconds, she continued to walk barefoot on the streets. She did not shiver when the wind blew nor was she scared of the dark. All along she had a sinister smile on her face. Anybody who looked at her at that moment would be mesmerized by the beauty. She looked like a fallen angel, completely helpless and utterly beautiful. However, only she knew how she was feeling within. She took another gulp from the bottle, but it was already empty. Frowning lightly, she shook the bottle, trying to see if there was some more left. But not a drop fell from it.

My hand reached for the soup on the nightstand, sipping the broth. Warm. Soothing my stomach. Reaching for a piece of carrot. Then the chicken chunks and broccoli. Damn, it was so good. Good grief. My spoon clinked softly against the bowl. Rayhan turned around. "You're still here?" I asked without looking his way. I took another sip of the broth. My eyes shut on their own. The stinging in my throat slowly faded away. "Of course I'm still here. You're going to be the Belegious lady, after all. If I, your prospective husband, don't look after you, who else do you reckon is fit to do it?"

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“I loved.” “I fought.” “I chose.” And with each word, a new line appeared in her book: She rose unloved, but not unloving, She bore the pain, and named it purpose, She walked alone, and still opened the door for others, She remembered who she was before they told her who to be. The monster cracked. Split down the center like a corrupted manuscript, Chapters poured out titles stripped of meaning, stories no longer feared, It began to shrink. Shrivel, Its body returned to sentences and scattered lines.

CHAPTER 19 “Do you think I am an automaton? — a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! — I have as much soul as you — and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh: it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at

She can still do it. Yes. She will sleep. And she will dream of her loving beloved. Please, I don't want to be sick. Deep bouts of coughs escaped her once more. Ruining her concentration. Beloved. He will come always for her. _____________ Xavier The sun has set, everyone was on edge. They watched all the surveillance videos and finally understood what had transpired. His beloved was enchanted by a witch who pretended to be an innocent child. No one could fault Mish. She was a woman-child herself. What he needed to do was find a way to get her back. And protect her. And care for her.

I still had dignity. At that point, love felt like such a luxury that I no longer dared to ask for it. I had loved someone passionately for so many years, yet I had been betrayed. Now, I had stopped believing in love. To me, love didn’t exist—it was just a story people told in books.

Elise stopped talking, and Temah stared at her silently, her eyes boring into her friend as though trying to see straight through her skull, before she finally snapped. "You! Did you just say you agreed to be someone's contracted wife?!" Temah said in disbelief, a flash of irritation crossing her eyes. Seeing Elise nod, she became even more speechless. "Weren't you smart before? Can't you see you've been manipulated by this so-called kind stranger? Elise! How did you become such a dimwit!" Temah chastised in exasperation. "It's just a job, Temah. You're overreacting!" Elise said, feeling equally helpless.