Samcrowned00

[Warning: Mature content] For a long time, the Originals have ruled the city of Petra leaving behind nothing but trails of blood and deaths; a great terror. We all know them, creatures of the night and old, called vampires. With their ever-growing population, If they are not the ones to rule, no one else would! With their reign of terror, the people suffered and died. However, death was a luxury because all they did was turn the innocent humans into their population, the vampire race. They became pawns for their missions and errands while the originals, the primordial vampires, became the ruling class. But like every story tale out there, things changed on a particular night... and authority was challenged. -------------------------------------- Disclaimer This book is categorised a fantasy, and this means that you should expect anything that can be impossible, such as pig Flying, giant cockroach and talking fishes. So, be nice in your judgment. I am not a native speaker. I am just trying in my best to improve by consistent writing, so don't expect perfection. ----------- I do not own this work of art. Work of Art was found in Pinterest. DM for removal. My other books: The sorcerer's king: ways of the witches [completed] Poisonous Lips [completed] Contact info: Facebook page: Sam-crowned's stories [@samcrowned] Instagram @sam_crowned1 Discord @samcrowned00#2457 -------------------------------------------------------------- Subscribe to my newsletter: authorsamcrowned.substack.com I will be writing about basic principles for effective writing. If this is what you love to read about, kindly subscribe to my newsletter: authorsamcrowned.substack.com

Long before the contemporary times, in the olden days of Africa, every male child born at dusk were used for sacrifice to appeal the witches. Although this act met resistance from the villagers who begged and sought-after salvation from the oppressive tradition of child sacrifice, nonetheless, the practise continued for centuries upon centuries until one very day, when King Oranmiyan, who was unable to produce a male offspring, became fortunate to bear his very first and last Prince. Even though the prince was born at dusk, everything changed when he failed to offer his son's life as a sacrifice as the culture had demanded. The witches grew angry and chaos began. WARNING: Parental Guidance is advised. contact: via Instagram @Sam_crowned1 Via Twitter @Sam_crowned Via Facebook @samcrowned via Discord @sam-crowned00#2457 Join my Facebook group @Sam-crowned's Fiction Hub facebook Group link https://www.facebook.com/groups/2719178858396539/?ref=share

WARNING!!! MATURE CONTENT! Parent guidance is strongly advised. EXCERPT: "The rest of the guys in the circle began shouting joyfully as the naked ones took away my trouser and panties, took away my pullover and bra all at once hence, I was completely naked on the ground. All their d**ks became arose, completely stiff, pointing in my direction. I have always loved the sight of dicks with full girth, but these looked ridiculously bigger, and girth than the usual d**ks I have seen and, truth be told, I became fearful for my life. For a short while, they halted the process and remain stiff like a polo collar, but I was still being held against my will to the ground. The one holding the staff stood up and walked slowly to where we were with a cup of palm wine still in his hands as he swung in the palm wine in one draught and threw away the cup instantly. Tonight is one of the blessed nights that we will always want to remember. Let the initiation begins." He announced as he lifted up his hands and gave a short, mirthless laugh. The others wouldn't allow him to stop laughing. They took up the laugh at once except those who were frozen as they kept me pinned in my position. Before I could blink an eye, I already saw the middle man naked as he quickly came on top of me while the others paved the way for him. Two of the naked guys kept pinning my hands to the ground, and another two did the same to my feet. The moment I felt his ride inside me, my drunkenness cleared away from my eyes as my eyes stopped turning and I started struggling to overcome all of them, but to no avail. He gave me a slap and slap again and again until I stopped trying and allow him to dangle on me until he was done. I wouldn't know if the idea was to make me feel pain as the sex wasn't enjoyable, not even for a little. It was full of pain and endurance. He kept swinging faster in a single position and rapid slaps which landed dirty on both of my cheeks as he lifted his head up and opened his horrible stinking mouth only for me to feel him release his white horrible substances inside of me as he slaps his d**ks on my vagina and walked away." ---------------------------------------------------------------- The company we keep can either contribute to our success or destroy us at the very end, so they say. This was the case of Shade, whose friend Cynthia became a wolf in sheep's clothing. For the love Shade had and Cynthia could not get, Cynthia did everything and anything she could to make sure everything ends bitterly for Shade. Day after day, as she continued to dwell in her evil mindset, she found confidence among the children of the night and from there, her true colour was revealed. ------------------------------------------------------------------ DISCLAIMER!!! Cover art is not mine. Send me a message for removal. Contact information Discord: @sam-crowned00#2457 Instagram: @sam_crowned1 Facebook: @samcrowned Twitter: @sam_crowned

Extract: "You see Benita, right from the very first day I saw you, you enchanted me and I am attracted to you. Whatever I see, do, whenever I eat, sleep, all I see is you, you and you alone. See, You are like the diamond hidden in the cave that every man searches to have. What I desire was not to be friends with you, I want something more, something bigger than friendship. Someone I can look unto and confidently call mine. Someone I can confide in and reveal everything concerning me, my confidant! You see Benita, you are my mirror and without you how can I see myself? I know this period might not have been the best time to reveal this truth but, I can't wait any longer." Blurb: A boy named Oluwadamilare Oluwaferanmi who goes by the nickname of Funky gained an admission to study history and international studies in the Adekunle Ajasin University of Ondo state, Nigeria. He has always have this intention of meeting new girls and having his fun. He would always go to lecture with a motive of making a new friend. Find out as he spent his university days. This story is mostly written in English and pidgin. Interpretations are beneath at the end of each chapter. NOTE: This book is rated 18+ and readers below 18 are not encouraged to read.