Ages Oak

Clara went closer, pre$$ed h£r b0dy n£xt to hi$. He felt the $0ftness of h£r b0$om. His eyes flickered with $weet $en$ation.

"There is no way that it will be that it has never been before.
I'm young, but, I've seen things in this life. Your grandpa will not stop us.
As long as we got eachother, there is nothing to be afraid of"

She whispered to him.

Nathan eyes remained steady.
He couldn't understand how everything is falling in place so fast.

"Let's forget our worries.
Let's dive into the $w££t 0cean of pl£a$ure.
I can turn y0ur h£ad 360 degrees. What I carry, is $w££ter th@n h0ney"

She said to hìm rùñńing h£r h@nds all 0ver hi$ b0dy. Nathan got hooked in the $weet drama.

They began to play musical instruments 0n th£ir b0di£s. The $weet melodies got th£m hooked in the mood.

Not too long, they began to $ubtract th£ir dr£ss£s. Flinging it in the air aimlessly till th£y were like Ad@m and £ve in the g@rden of £den.

Clara's Bermuda triangle glimmered in the bright light with it's pìńky ¢r£amy t0ngues, giving Nathan the assurance that it's all hi$ to fl£x.

Nathan's wild b£a$t charged ângrily from it's base, it couldn't wait a second any longer to dive 0n it's pr£y.

As they w£re about to pût m£at in$id£ m£at.
A heavy knock came on the d00r.

"Clara, 0pen the d00r"

Her mother said.

Nathan's ãngry s0ldier lost it's agility and w£nt w£ak. They both sighed and scambled for th£ir dre$$es.

"I'm coming mon"

She said nervously.

Th£y dre$$ed up before she reached for the door. She turned towards Nathan who was still buckling hi$ b£lt. He nodded at h£r to go ahead.

As she opened the door her mother rushed in and was showing her a funny video she was watching on the Y0uTube.

"Is that why you were knocking?"

Clara asked her.

She kept on laughing; showing her the video, it wasn't funny to Clara. Deep down, $he was bûrning with r@ge but $he managed to hold her t£mper because $he's h£r mother.
As the drama was going on.
Nathan stood up.

Told Clara that he's leaving, the first place that Clara's m0th£r's £yes went was 0n the fl@p of hi$ tr0us£rs. He quickly walked pass them.

Clara followed him briskly but he was faster. Next thing Clara heard was their entrance door being jammed and; he was gone.

To be continued
Ages Oak Stories

EPISODE 6
BLOOD TONIC
Written by ages oak stories

The old m@n couldn't keep his eyes off h£r b0dy. She has got the b0dy that $atisfies his lu$tfûln£ss. Every second she wasted contemplating whether to r£mov£ h£r dr£s$ or not, the old man's desires to see everything skyrocketed.

"Do it...
You have a lot to gain from him...
You don't even know the guy on the picture....
You are out here to make some money....
Don't mess it up"

The little voice in her head whispered.

$he held h£r dr£ss and rìpp£d it 0ff h£r h£ad without having a second thought. H£r Oranges b0unc£d enticingly to the wat¢hing pl£asure of the oldie.
$he wasn't putting 0n any br£@$t bags nor p@ńt, everything $he called prìvãt£ p@rt$ glared eyeballs to eyeballs to the old man's two optical paparazzi.

$h£ b£gan to m0ve h£r b0dy to the imaginary sounds playing in h£r h£ad. Th£ old m@n r£laxed on the b£d and watched h£r danced to fulfil hi$ lu$tful vãnity.

At intervals; the 0ld man would tell h£r how he wanted it, and $he wouldn't hesitate to m0ve and $h@ke it, to fulfil hìs fantasies· after all; he had paid for the full package.

After he was $atisfied watching h£r dance n@k£d, he asked h£r to ¢limb b£d; $he did. Like the professional that $he is, $he tried t0uching hi$ w@r ma¢hine; to ar0us£ hìm to paly the game that play 0n the b£d, he stopped h£r; telling h£r that he's tir£d and needed to sleep.

Right before h£r £yes, he turned his back on h£r and dozed off. The ¢raziest part was that he was even snoring.

When Clara learnt that he's deep asleep, she dedided to look around the room. She needed to know more about the guy in the picture on the wall.

She went straight to the wardrobe to check for some vital information, immediately she got it opened; she saw plenty of cash in different denominations, including hard currencies.

She shut the wardrobe instantly panicking; she had never seen such amount of money in somebody's house before. Strange thoughts hit her, bringing alive the criminal in her, urging her to take some money as no one is watching.

The temptations got so high; trying to pull her arms to open the wardrobe again, she reminded herself that she's not a thi£f. She went straight to the sofa directly opposite the b£d and sat.

The urge to st£al was much but she fought it bravely. At last; she stood her ground and she never touched a dime.

She sat there; watching the picture on the wall and the old man as well; waiting for him to wake up.

She was like that for over an hour before a knock came at the door. $he realised that $he was still n@k£d; $he ran and pi¢ked h£r cl0th on the floor. Putting on the cl0th; the knock came again.

The second bãńg woke the 0ld man.
As he opened his £yes, h£ saw Clara dr£s$ing up. H£ asked h£r to check who's on the door. $he went for the door dr@gging d0wn h£r g0wn– she n£ver had ùnd£rw£ar– as a result of that; h£r d@nger0us w£ap0ns 0f ma$$ d£stru¢tions were all t£mptingly vi$ible.

As she opened the door....

She froze, her br£ath cat¢hing in h£r thr0at as her eyes landed on the man standing in the doorway. It was him—the same impossibly handsome guy from the profile picture. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as she stared at him, utterly mesmerized.

He was looking more attractive than the images she had seen on the wall and the grandpa's profile.

She blushed.

The young m@n; was equally bl0wn away by the extraordinary b£auty Infront of him.
Clara was $moking hot like hell.
His eyes almost popped out from the h£at from her h0t and £nticing b0dy.

"Is grandpa there?"

He muttered under his breath looking tensed.

"Yee y e yees"

She stammered, looking lost at the moment.

"Te te, tell him that his food is ready"

He said to her all most stammering.

"Come in Nathan"

The old man said from inside.

Nathan having heard the voice of his grandpa, walked pass Clara and came in.

"When did you started stammering?"

His grandpa asked.

"I'm not stammering"

He replied

"Bring my food here"

He said to him.

"Okay sir"

He said before he left.

Clara was completely bl0wn away. Her heart skipped beats as disbelief washed over her. She had never imagined that the handsome young man from the profile picture would be standing before her in the flesh that very day.

Deep down;.... she was scared that they might never have a thing because; she's just a h00k-ûp glrI who was b00ked by hi$ grandpa.

To continued
Ages Oak Stories

EPISODE 2
BL00D T0NIC
Written by ages oak stories

She shut the door behind her and took a few steps forward. I was standing between her two security guards, and I knew they were there because of the issue between the ¢ultists and m£.

Her face was neutral and expressionless—no sadness, no joy. I couldn't tell from her facial expression whether she was happy or upset.

But I knew one thing for sure: she wasn't satisfied with the way I had handled the pressure from the ¢ult persecution.

She walked down the steps from the front of her house and stood face to face with me.

Then I noticed a sudden sadness in her eyes. It was as though she had remembered something that had hurt her deeply.

"Hi, Bethel."

She greeted me casually.

"Hi, Natasha."

I replied.

"I'm so sorry that I had to abandon you and go into hiding.

You had to face all this by yourself. I'm so sorry. Please, I beg you, forgive me. I'm deeply sorry."

I said to her.

"Beth, as you can see, I'm going out. We'll talk about this some other time."

She said as she walked past me and stopped beside her vehicle. One of her security guards opened the door for her. She got in, the guards joined her, and they drove away.

I stood there, wondering what had just happened. Natasha, who couldn't breathe without me, had just walked away from me, telling me that we would talk some other time.

Then I noticed something. She wasn't the Natasha I used to know. Both her accent and her charisma had changed, and I felt as though I had been fooling around with a complete stranger.

I realized that I had been standing in front of her house the whole time while she was away, so I made my way out of her compound.

As I left the compound, thoughts of her new aura and presence never stopped filling my mind.

No doubt, I loved Natasha. But right then, I felt as though I was beneath her. I knew she had always been richer than me, but it wasn't about the money or social class.

I felt that in just a few weeks, there had been a remarkable transformation in her personality. She had improved so much.

I felt like her personal assistant while she was talking to me, and I realized that we were no longer on the same level and might never become lovers.

I said to myself that even if we never dated again, I still had to make sure she had forgiven me.

A part of me kept telling me that I hadn't wronged her—that I had only been trying to stay alive. But I pushed that thought aside, convincing myself that I owed her an apology.

I waved down a tricycle and headed to my lodge.

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I went to the night class to study for our exams, but I wasn't myself because it had always been the two of us, and now she wasn't there with me.

I could only open my book and stare at it, but I couldn't understand anything because my mind was filled with thoughts of her.

That was when I began to realize how much I had missed her and longed to have her by my side.

Love 💕 is the most powerful feeling in the world, and you will never know how powerful it is until you fall in love with someone and then lose them.

I had been calling her line, but it was switched off. I checked all her social media accounts, and they had all been deactivated, including her WhatsApp. That was when fear gripped me—the fear of losing her.

The fear of losing someone you truly love is worse than the fear of death. I have been there before. I have had a close shave with death.

Yet the feeling I was experiencing now was even greater than when I was shown my gr@ve and told to say my la$t prayer.

I wasn't ¢rying because I was going to die. I was ¢rying because I was thinking about my parents and my siblings.

They would believe I was still in school, while in reality, I would be d£ad, bûried, and rotten in an unmarked gr@-ve.

But what I was feeling now was different. It was about my own happiness, and I was certain that I would never be the same if I lost Natasha forever.

My heart was deeply troubled, and I felt as though I was about to go insane, thinking about how every means of contacting her had been cut off.

I imagined how wonderful it would have been if we were studying together. But unfortunately, we weren't. I was all alone in a lonely classroom in the middle of the night without my best friend.

I assured myself that no matter what happened, I would find a way to reach her. I would apologize, and then we would work things out for good.

To Be Continued...
Ages Oak

EPISODE 14
THE PASTOR'S SON AND THE BILLIONAIRE'S DAUGHTER
Written by Ages Oak Stories