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

Leaning on his door I tried to regain my strength.

"Buchim", I heard him pound on the door, "please don't ignore me Buchim!", he kept pounding on his door.

I ran the to my room, locking the door,. I slid to the floor.

Then and only then did the borehole start working; my tears kept flowing freely it was as if it has no break.

"What's wrong?", the both ran towards me; each on a side of me.

Their faces were arched with worry instead of the smug look I expected to see on their faces.

I was prepared to listen to their I told you sos, but instead the two looks and sounds genuinely worried.

"I can't believe he've already replaced mom", I cried into Reddy's shirt, "I can't believe I was too stupid to trust in a friendship that was one sided",

He( Reddy)softly and gently strokes my hair, "it's not stupid believing yourself to e a person's friend", his hands left my hair to caress my face.

" It's okay, stuffs happens on this life; we can't control fate, neither can we question the gods either", Blondie took over my hair caressing from Reddy.

"I thought I was an I important person in his life, turns out am just a means to his end; he used me to secure and admission here, without me he wouldn't have been here, I brought him to this academy despite my fear of this place, just because it was his life long dream to study here".

I looked up at the door when I heard poundings on the said door, " Buchim open up I want to explain myself more!", he shouted As he pounded on the door.

I shook my head, "there's nothing to explain", I said quitely, knowing he will hear whatever I sat despite the volume of my voice.

He pounded more, and would still have done if Reddy didn't storm towards the door where he( Reddy) gave him (Kwofo) an insult he won't forget in a hurry.

"At least go to bed if you don't want to sit on the chair", Reddy pleaded with me, " it will be a thing of laughter to him if you die this night because you can't bear being separated from him".

I can envision the gossipers of Ugali standing on their favourite garden; (the love having their meetings under a pear tree during the ember season, and under the mango trees during Mmiri season.) gossiping about a prince who was so heart broken he had to take his life.

That thought didn't sit well with me at all, it makes me want to live forever to prove to them I don't care while deep down I care.

I slowly stood up from the floor I was seating on with the help of the the two guys.

They escorted me to my bed where the tucked me in for the day, "sleep tight and forget the ugly incidences of life".

" I will", I promised them as I dozed off immediately like someone who was hypnotized.

Chapter 113