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FATE…
Your fate may be unfortunate, but you cannot escape it. You often meet your destiny on the road you take to avoid it.
RUNNING…
Can she run away from this storm headed her way?
DEBBY is a single mother hiding in a small town to run away from her past, but she remained trapped in her dreams. A man always lays with her in her dreams, but she forgets his face whenever she wakes up. This man is possessive. No relationship in the actual world works for her because of her commitment to him. Lonely in a strange place, she longs for a lasting relationship. A shaman advised her to break it off with her spirit husband. On that night, after she broke it off with the man in her dream, she began anew by visiting a dating app in search of companionship. Little did she know that the moment she clicked like on a sketchy profile, that her life was about to change forever.
SEARCHING...
When he finds what he is searching for, will he survive it?
SAMUEL is a handsome young man who has it all but happiness. His commitment to a faceless bride is his only escape from the demons tormenting his life. But one night, she broke things off with him. Devastated and unable to face his reality, he runs to the internet in search of distraction. His encounter with a single mother not only swept his life into a whirlwind he never saw coming.

The Sky is Not Blue

The notification light on my phone grabbed my attention, and my brows skewed as I read his reply.


Samuel: You are a fiery one, and I do like em feisty. Let us skip the drama and go straight to the sheets?


Do not indulge him anymore, Debby. Just delete your profile and go back to sending yourself sexts, please. Do not start typing. Debby, do not do it.


Debby: You are right. I am fiery, and my burn does sting like a bitch. You better stay away from me before I fry you for dinner. Punk ass bitch.


It occurred to me to report the profile. But for once, I am having a conversation with someone other than my baby, ogre, and donkey.


Samuel: You are one desirable piece of ass. Calm your tits, baby. I am as genuine as your temper issues.


Debby: First off, I am not your baby. Second, refer to me as a piece of ass again, and ama slap your goddamn mouth. Third, next time you want to use a stolen identity, use a less good-looking one because no man who looks like that will be online oozing your type of stinking sex appeal.


Samuel: First, I am flattered you find me unrealistically good-looking; it means you want me. If you want me to smack your sexy ass, then I am all in, baby. What should I do to prove to you I am real?


Girl, you sound desperate to video chat with a catfish. Is the bar that fucking low now?


Debby: Do not flatter yourself. I want to prove I am right about you. And do not come with the bullshit excuse of a broken phone camera or some other cat fishy shit. I watch the show catfish like a bible. I am unto you.


Samuel: How about I swing by your place after work.


Debby: Oh, hell to the no. You could be a creep or a serial killer.


Samuel: Give me your digits. I want to call you.


Samuel: let's start by hearing each other's voices if we are going to be friends.


Debby: My instincts tell me that is a bad idea.


Samuel: Roll the dice and try me. It will either be the best thing that has ever happened to you or the worst. Either way, you must play to find out, and I think two can play this game.


I thought about the repercussions of what I was about to do. But the anticipation of hearing this stranger's voice was compelling.


Chapter 4