A demon hunter, a witch incarnate and a shape-shifter; a messed up trio in an even messier love triangle.
Hardworking nurse Simisola Oladeji is unlucky in love.
When reclusive billionaire Aiden Essien walks into her life, she knows there will be no future with him and even more so when she stumbles upon his bloodthirsty secret.
She is safer reuniting with her long-lost boyfriend Femi, surely?
Caught between the two, trouble is never far away as she discovers some disturbing truths about her past life. A dark force is rising and the messy trio is going to have to fight, together, to save lives.
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EXCERPT
I strolled down the hill, by the side of the road. A few cars sped by, but none stopped when I flagged them down. There were no cabs in sight, yet. I cursed Nadia silently for putting me through such a situation. My legs hurt from walking such long a distance on high heels. I had a right mind to pull them off and continue my journey with my bare feet, but all sorts of the dangerous objects could be lying on the ground, ready to snap at my leg.
A black Mercedes stopped after I flagged it down. A big mistake. Inside the large black vehicle were three men in almost matching attires and they appeared to be drunk. Yes, it wasn’t Christmas until people succeeded in choking themselves with food, drowning themselves in alcohol and finally getting diabetes. The one in the back was sprawled halfway across the seat and did not turn when I spoke to the driver.
“Hey pretty, where are you headed?”
“Just down the road,” I answered.
He and the scrawny man in the passenger seat laughed. The man in the driver’s seat had to be the ugliest person I had ever seen, with two swollen lips and a scar running down his jagged face. The bling-bling around his neck did not help the issue at all.
“Come on, sweetie, are you headed our way?” he repeated. His breath smelled of alcohol.
“I’m afraid not. I’m sorry for the inconvenience,” I said and resumed walking.
They drove up to me, and the driver stuck his misshapen head out.
“Let’s drop you off.”
“No, thank you.”
“I insist,” the man persisted.
“I’m almost at my destination.”
“We insist,” he said.
Ignoring him, I moved on, my head straight and eyes forward. When I heard the car engine stop and heard the car doors open and slam shut three times I froze. I forced myself to turn around, and I saw them, all three of them staggering as they progressed towards me.
Unconsciously, I doubled my pace and almost ran, but I had forgotten I was on six inches. The story of the abducted women came to mind. The men caught up with me in no time.
“You shouldn’t run away from us, sweetie.”
“Stay away from me!” I yelled, watching them cautiously. I took off my shoes and held on to them.
“Don’t come any closer or else...” I warned, my voice shaky.
I aimed my shoes at them prepared to use it as a weapon in case they tried anything funny. Or not funny.
“We’re not going to hurt you. We just want to give you a ride.” The man who had been on the passenger seat laughed and his friend joined in.
“Like hell, you will. I’m not going to be merciful if you come any closer.”
They circled me like vultures would a carcass before diving in for the feast. The one who had been at the rear seat reached for me, and without thinking, I used the heel of my shoe on him.
An offensive cry erupted from him, and I quickly bolted out of there before the other two men realised what had happened.
I ran like I had never run before. If those men caught up with me, I would be in serious trouble. I ran until I could no longer hear the pounding footsteps behind me. Although I suspected my rapidly beating heart made me partially deaf. All I could hear was the thumping sound hot in my ears.
The nearest house was almost in sight and hope soared in my heart. Fireworks erupted from the house, and the sky was filled with beautiful twinkling lights of red and gold and blue. I slowed down my pace, and the very next second, I was knocked down from behind. My forehead hit a rock. Thick, warm blood oozed out of the gash a little way above my right eyelet and trickled down my face. I kicked and clawed as one of the men forcefully turned me around.
“You bitch!”
“Let me go!” I screamed. “Let me go!”
But they were deaf to my words. The other man held me down. I fought back with all of my strength.
“Stay down, bitch,” the man bawled. “You are going to pay for what you did to Matthias.”
“Let me go!”
His gigantic hand fell across my face, and a sharp sting followed.
“This bitch has guts,” the man behind the wheels said as he groped up my dress like an animal.
“Stop! Stop!”
The one called Matthias soon came around. He came straight at me and began kicking with brutal force.
I curled into a foetal position, a stabbing pain forming around my stomach. I was on the verge of losing my grip on reality. The blood flowed freely from my head, making me dizzy.
The driver pulled me up and tried to force his tongue down my throat.
I jerked back and bit off his ear. I was not going to relax and be raped by a bunch of animals.
He yelled out in pain as he held on to his bleeding ear. Shouting, he stared at me, madness in his eyes.
An unbearable pain ripped my right shoulder where he had successfully dug in his penknife. I stared at the small object stuck to me and wondered how such a little thing could inflict that much pain. My last ounce of willpower had been sucked out of me. There was no use fighting. I stopped fighting and resigned to my fate.
“Who’s there?” Matthias asked.
The driver stopped tearing at my dress, and he too focused on the darkness.
“What is it?”
“I thought I heard something.”
“It’s nothing.”
The blood had covered my eyes so much I could barely see. I was unable to move and quite sure some of my ribs were broken.
“Who’s there?”
“There’s nothing there, Mathias,” was the last thing he said before the blood-curdling screams followed. It was difficult to see anything behind a curtain of blood and darkness. All I could hear was the shuffling of feet and someone saying “I’m not afraid of you.”
There was another blood-curdling scream and then total silence. My eyes were forced out of fear to adjust to the darkness as I watched the colourful sprays of the fireworks exploding in the sky. Nothing could be done about my slipping away into oblivion. I saw a streak of something silver and heard growling like the sound a lion or tiger would make.
Then a familiar voice said, “You'll be alright, I promise.”
The last things I saw were blue eyes before I fell unconscious.
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