Mmesoma Annabel

Humans, Werewolves and Vampires signed a truce hundreds of years ago since the last war of 2000 that left them almost extinct.
They attend schools together, work in the same places, have joint ceremonies. What the elders doesn’t permit is intermarriage, it’s a forbidden relationship.
On their eighteenth birthday, a tattoo Mark of either their helper, mate or half soul emerge on their bodies each the exact replica of the other, the tattoos are sacred since it’s only two people that shares the unique mark.
What will happen when a human prince gets two different marks the morning of his eighteenth birthday?, Read to find out!!!! 


Written On Stones

The dreadful evening arrived earlier than I expected, I was hoping it will get either delayed, postponed or dissolved.

"Are you ready yet?", I heard Kwofo shout from the other room.

He came in minutes ago at the stroke of four, he's never one for tardiness especially when he's exited about something.

His own is better, at least he've found his gift; am yet to find mine.

" A minute more", I shouted, if am to be embarrassed today, I need to wear an attire that will make the shame more endurable.

"You've said that for more than three times already", I heard him groan, " if not for one thing I would have left for class already".

"You love me that's why", I applied gel to my hair to make it more sleek.

Gods I hope I don't meet Blondie on the way, he might ruffle the hair that took me hours to style.

" That and you being my prince, if not for those two reasons I would have left you already", I can envision him sulking as he said those words.

"Stop being a baby, daddy is gonna escort you to class", I smiled to myself.

Having Kwofo in my life is the best thing that have happened to me since the first day I was let out the walls of our home.

" Or more like, the said baby will escort the daddy to class", he chuckled, "the image of that is quite hilarious".

I can't help but laugh with him, " if you keep this up we will be extra late to class. It's better you stop talking; I need to put a finishing touch to my attire", the clothe I was wearing is the modern version of our Matu's festival clothe.

Instead of the long wrapper, I put in long folded trousers( you might not know what I mean by that until you see it), with a traditional shirt.

Father will be proud of me if he's to see my attire, "you need to show people who you're, your actions and attire should speak for you", are his favorite words.

Father always knows what to say concerning our traditional clothes, he knows how to convince a person to do his biddings with his words.

" Traditional attire was made for you son, you should have seen the other royals eyeing you. I won't be surprise if I get a marriage proposal or you", that was what he told me ten years ago when I made my first official appearance in court.

Looking back at most of the things he said to me each time it's expected of me to wear traditional attires, most of his words are just flatters.

He flatters to get what he wants, "beware of the flattering tongue, he can flatter your throne from under you with you being none the wiser", my mom often jokes whenever he talks me into his wishes.

He can charm a tortoise off his shell, his mouth was made to flatter others.

Chapter 66