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"So please tell us, sir. What is your greatest weakness?"
"Losing my wife", he grinned.

The hostess smiled, "Aww, that's beautiful. What will you say is your greatest strength?"
"Having my wife".

"Okay sir, last question... How would you describe your wife?" 
His lips grew into a devious grin, uncontrollably holding the hand of his heart's desire.

"The best dream no man but me deserves".

The entire audience clapped in adoration. Delia smiled, glancing at her husband then back at the interviewer.

The hostess then asked, "And sir, bonus question, how would you describe your marriage?"
"A condom". 

Delia, his wife, then chipped in, "A paranormal one, at that". 
"One that none of us can escape, unless we go boom!" He smiled.


• • •

The son of a powerful western empire, Dilen Liam, has to prove his innocence against false racial accusations by dating a dark skinned girl; all to save his family's name and businesses.

Unfortunately, things go beyond haywire when he gets intertwined with Delia Alan Ada, a Nigerian girl cursed yet gifted with the supernatural ability to see the future and speak to the unseen.

Their attraction grows stronger and deeper beyond race and ethnicity, enclosing them in a paranormal condom-like romance.

But all cards are played when their faith and love are put to the test — against powerful diabolic forces beyond their worlds had ever imagined.

Romance. Paranormal. Horror. Urban. Politics. BWWM. Demons. Conspiracy. African. Nigerian. American. Cult. Power couple.

Nerd In A Paranormal Condom

Glancing around and back, she took in a few deep breaths, controlling her heaving chest. She wiped a few tears away, before placing her hand on his chest.

She sobbed, taking in a deep breath as she shut her eyes, pressing her hands against his chest. She continued to struggle to control her breath, focusing on what Aileed told her.

Her nerves calmed, squeezing her eyes tighter to concentrate as she mumbled a prayer. After a few seconds, she opened her eyes, seeing no change in Damien, nor did she feel anything in her.

"It's not working!" She groaned, pulling her hand away from his chest, clutching her fingers over his arms, to press him against her chest.

She pushed herself down, clutching tightly unto his shoulders as she placed her face in his crook.

"Damien..." She sobbed. "I don't know what to do... Please just wake up..." She broke down further. "Damien, please... Please, you can't leave me now".

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