James found himself unable to immediately call Beatrice after she left. He was deeply conflicted, torn between his protective instincts and his more carnal desires. He couldn't comprehend why he felt this way about her, and he struggled with the notion that she was a forbidden territory due to his inexplicable urge to shield her. Part of him wanted to blame her for being so captivating and alluring, while another part recognized her clear aversion to becoming entangled with him. He had never experienced such inner turmoil before. He prided himself on being a law unto himself, but this situation had him questioning everything.
As he grappled with his feelings, his phone incessantly rang and buzzed throughout the day. It was mainly the Eagles trying to get in touch, but every time the phone rang, he secretly hoped it was Beatrice. However, he understood that she had every right to be disappointed in him. The internal conflict within James had him on edge, and he knew he needed
There's a saying that goes, "The child who keeps the mother awake will find sleep elusive as well." It's a reminder that one's actions can come back to affect them, and in this case, it seemed like a fair game was about to begin for James. “Game on Jamie!” thought Beatrice. She was less anxious about sleeping now. At night, she had a bath and got ready for bed. She slept soundly through the night. Everything seemed fine, and she felt relieved. But on the third night after deciding to pay back in her dreams, she woke up sweating and being chased. In the dream, she ran, stumbled, and fell, only to get up again. She was caught and thrown onto a sofa as the faceless man closed in on her. She struggled, slapping at the figure, and then she woke up with a start, her hand throbbing from hitting the headboard in her sleep. She was livid, took her phone, and unblocked James. She called him, though it was 3 am. "Beatrice! Are you okay?" asked James, clearly concerned.
Marian understood Beatrice better than anyone else. She had given her daughter the space to become her own person and chase her aspirations. So, as the time came to say goodbye and head back to school, it was a heartfelt farewell. Beatrice was filled with gratitude for her mom's unwavering support and understanding. She knew that no matter how far she went, her mom's love and encouragement would be with her every step of the way. Beatrice reflected on her relationship with her dad. While he was always busy with work, she appreciated the moments when he was present. He may not have had much time, but when he was home, he dedicated it to his wife. Despite his demanding schedule, Beatrice felt grateful for the family bonds they shared. As George carefully lifted Beatrice's suitcase and placed it into the trunk of his car, the late afternoon sun cast a warm glow on the scene. The rhythmic hum of cicadas in the background underscored the bittersweet moment of departure. B
The first day back in school heralded the beginning of the autumn semester, and the campus buzzed with palpable excitement. Eager faces filled the hallways, each one a canvas of anticipation, ready to paint a new chapter of their academic journey. Old friends reunited with animated conversations and warm embraces, laughter echoing through the corridors as if the walls themselves were celebrating the return of familiar faces. Class parties were sprouting up like wildflowers, each one a vibrant social gathering, a kaleidoscope of diverse personalities converging to share stories of their summer escapades. House parties, with their pulsating music and lively atmosphere, beckoned students to let loose and relish the freedom that the first week of the semester brought. The air was charged with the promise of new beginnings, and the collective spirit of the student body created an infectious energy that permeated every corner of the campus. As the sun dipped below
In the bustling heart of the town, as the academic semester resumed, so did the influx of sugar daddies and lecherous politicians, eagerly seeking out their next conquests among the naive and impressionable girls on campus. The intricate network of political patrons and their machinations became a palpable force, both influential and fiercely competitive. In this arena, the strength of political connections and affiliation with clandestine cult organizations determined the hierarchy of Godfatherism. The campus served as a fertile ground for these power dynamics to play out. The sugar daddies, seasoned in the art of manipulation and exploitation, were on the lookout for fresh faces—innocent souls easily swayed by promises of luxury and opulence. Meanwhile, the politicians, driven by insatiable appetites, sought to add young, impressionable companions to their entourage, creating a twisted web of relationships that blurred the lines between mentorship and exploitation.
From the moment James Keenan was initiated into the Eagles cult, he became a perfect fit for the intricate tapestry of power that the campus cults wove. His connection to the Eagles marked him as a prime target, not just for his indoctrination but for the grander scheme of political influence that awaited him. Ambition coursed through James's veins like a relentless tide. He reveled in the taste of power, relishing every moment that saw him climb the hierarchical ladder within the cult. The allure of influence and the sense of being part of something greater fueled his drive. Little did he know the extent to which this quest for power would eventually take him. In the labyrinth of campus politics, James was a calculated player, strategically positioning himself for every move that would elevate his status. The network he meticulously cultivated within the Eagles cult became a cornerstone of his ascent. The saying, "Your network is your net worth," couldn't have rung
Shola had spent the morning indulging in her own adventures, capturing the essence of life's cruise. Upon her return to the flat, she discovered Beatrice cozily curled up on the sofa in front of the TV, enveloped in a blanket, wearing an unmistakable look of affection. As Shola stepped closer, the air filled with sweet declarations. "I love you too," echoed through the room, followed by a momentary pause...... and then a cascade of "No, I love you; I love you a gazillion times." Shola, with a quizzical expression, observed Beatrice, wondering when Cute-Face had acquired a boyfriend. The intimate conversation continued, with each declaration of love painting the room with a warm and tender glow. Unable to contain her curiosity, Shola waited for Beatrice to drop the pillow talk bomb, eager to unravel the mystery. When the moment finally arrived, Shola couldn't help but inquire, "Who are you loving, Cute-Face? I can't leave you alone for a second without you falling in
The two girls walked side by side, the lively chatter replaced by a heavy silence. Shola, perceptive as ever, understood that her friend was not ready to delve into the whirlwind of emotions that had just swept through them. Determined not to let anything dampen her appetite, Shola decided to steer the conversation towards more neutral grounds once they reached their destination. They arrived at the cafeteria, a haven of tantalizing aromas and sizzling suya meat. Rather than opting to sit in and soak in the vibrant atmosphere, they chose to take their food away, a decision that allowed them to munch on their suya as they strolled back to their flat. The night air carried the delicious scent of grilled meat and spices, a stark contrast to the subdued atmosphere between the two friends. Shola, ever the conversational maestro, decided to break the silence gently. "So, Bea, any plans for the weekend?" she inquired, attempting to shift the focus away from the unexpected e
As the night unfolded, the pulsating energy of the Excelsior Party enveloped the venue. The meticulous planning by the organizers had successfully attracted an eclectic mix of party enthusiasts. Every corner of the venue teemed with a kaleidoscope of characters—party hoppers, influencers, first-timers navigating the party scene, sugar babes casting their allure, and stubborn rockers refusing to conform. The night promised an enticing blend of personalities, each seeking their own unique experience. The fashion spectrum was as diverse as the attendees themselves, ranging from the audaciously scantily clad to those elegantly draped in haute couture. The air crackled with anticipation as attendees reveled in the freedom to express themselves through their attire, each outfit a statement, a narrative woven into the fabric of the night. The culinary offerings flowed as freely as the vibrant conversations, with a delectable array of dishes catering to every palate. From go