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20/10/2025

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RORY AND THE NANA MAGIC 🪄
09/10/2025

RORY AND THE NANA MAGIC 🪄

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18/08/2025

4ølløw StoryTime With Judy

The Boy Who Carried a ChairThere was once a poor boy named Chijioke who lived in a bustling town. Every morning, on his ...
18/08/2025

The Boy Who Carried a Chair

There was once a poor boy named Chijioke who lived in a bustling town. Every morning, on his way to school, he carried an old wooden chair on his head.

The other children laughed at him.
“Why carry a chair to school every day? Are you mad?” they mocked.

But Chijioke never answered. He would just smile and sit on his chair in the back of the classroom.

You see, the school was overcrowded, and there were never enough seats. Many children had to sit on the floor. Chijioke’s family was so poor they couldn’t even buy him shoes, but his father built him a chair out of scraps of wood.
“Knowledge is a throne,” his father told him. “Even if you have nothing else, sit on your throne.”

Years passed, and Chijioke kept carrying that chair. The laughter never stopped — but neither did his determination. He studied hard, always sitting tall on his wooden seat.

One day, after an important exam, the principal announced:
“The highest score in the entire state goes to… Chijioke, the boy with the chair!”

The same children who mocked him now clapped for him. Reporters came, and his story spread across the town. A wealthy philanthropist, touched by his perseverance, offered him a full scholarship all the way to university.

Years later, Chijioke returned to the same town — not as the poor boy with no shoes, but as Dr. Chijioke, the youngest professor the country had ever seen.

And when he gave his first speech, he brought the same old chair with him. He placed it on the stage and said:
“This chair carried me when nothing else did. Never be ashamed of what makes you stand tall. One day, the world will respect it.”

The audience gave him a standing ovation. Even those who once laughed had tears in their eyes.
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✨ Moral of the Story:
Never be ashamed of your struggle. What people mock today may become the very thing that crowns you tomorrow.

18/08/2025

The drummer who called my heart
Part 5

18/08/2025

The drummer who called my heart
Part 4

Chapter 5 – The Right HeartThe discovery burned in Kalen’s chest like fire. Lord Veyren, the man he had trusted since ch...
16/08/2025

Chapter 5 – The Right Heart

The discovery burned in Kalen’s chest like fire. Lord Veyren, the man he had trusted since childhood, had orchestrated everything—the death of Liora’s family, the broken alliance, even the assassins in the night.

But bringing him down would not be simple. Veyren held the loyalty of half the court, and his influence was rooted deep. One wrong move, and the kingdom could collapse.

Kalen and Liora devised a plan. During the next council meeting, where nobles gathered under the golden dome of the throne hall, they would reveal the truth before the King himself.

The day arrived. Nobles filled the chamber, and Lord Veyren stood tall at the King’s right hand, his face as calm as polished stone.

Kalen rose. His voice carried firm and strong:
“Before this court, I reveal a crime long hidden. The murder of Lord Reniel, noble of this kingdom. His house was betrayed, his child erased. That child lives still—” He turned, his hand lifting Liora forward. “—and stands before you as my wife, Queen Liora, rightful daughter of House Reniel.”

Gasps rippled across the hall.

Veyren’s mask cracked. “Lies!” he thundered. “This girl is nothing but a servant. The prince has been deceived by her beauty.”

But Kalen was ready. He unfurled the scrolls, bearing the royal seals of the past. Witnesses stepped forward—old servants who remembered the night of the betrayal. Piece by piece, Veyren’s web unraveled.

And then came the final blow: one of the captured assassins, dragged into the hall in chains, confessed under oath that Veyren had paid them in gold to kill the prince.

The King rose from his throne, his voice shaking with fury.
“Veyren! For your treachery against this crown, against this family, and against the gods, you are stripped of title and cast into exile. May your name be forgotten.”

The guards dragged him away as the court erupted. Some cheered, others whispered in shock, but none dared defy the King’s word.

When the chamber quieted, the King turned to Liora. His gaze, once filled with doubt, now softened with respect. “Daughter of Reniel, fate has restored what was stolen. You are no maid, but nobility reborn. From this day forth, you are Queen of Zuran.”

Kalen stepped closer to her, his voice low but steady. “Liora… from the moment I first saw you, I called you the wrong bride. But you have proven to be the only heart that could save me, save this kingdom, and save my soul.”

Liora’s eyes glistened with tears. “And you, my prince, have shown me that love is not found in titles, but in the courage to see beyond them.”

The court watched as he took her hands, pressing his forehead gently against hers.

That night, under lanterns that lit the sky like stars, the people of Zuran celebrated not just a wedding, but the birth of a love story that would be told for generations:

The bride who was never meant to be… yet became the queen with the right heart.

THE END

Chapter 4 – The Growing BondThe attack changed everything.Prince Kalen stood in his chambers, staring at the shattered g...
16/08/2025

Chapter 4 – The Growing Bond

The attack changed everything.

Prince Kalen stood in his chambers, staring at the shattered glass, the blood-stained floor, and the woman who had shielded him with her life. Liora’s hands still trembled as she clutched the candlestick, her gown torn from the struggle.

“Why?” Kalen whispered. His voice carried neither anger nor pride—only confusion. “Why would you risk your life… for me?”

Liora’s eyes lifted to his, glistening. “Because, my prince… even if you do not want me as your wife, you are still my husband. And… I could not stand by while your life was taken.”

For the first time, Kalen’s heart faltered. He had called her an intruder, a thief, a burden—but tonight, she had been his savior.

The King’s guards scoured the palace, but the assassins vanished like shadows. Lord Veyren, as calm as ever, claimed it was a random act of rebellion. But Kalen could not forget Liora’s earlier warning: “It was planned.”

That night, instead of sending her away, Kalen invited her to sit across from him. A silent meal turned into a quiet exchange of words.

And then… into questions.

“Tell me,” Kalen said softly. “Who are you, truly? You say you are a maid… yet you fight with courage, and your eyes hold a strength not born of servitude.”

Liora hesitated, her fingers tracing the rim of her cup. “I do not know, my lord. I was told my parents died in the war. I was brought here as a child to serve. The rest… is a blank I cannot fill.”

Kalen studied her. Something in her face stirred a memory—something familiar, almost noble.

The days that followed drew them closer. Kalen, against his pride, began to trust her. Together they searched through old records, scrolls, and letters buried in the palace archives. And then, one faded document revealed the truth:

Years ago, a nobleman loyal to the crown had been betrayed and slain—his family targeted, his estate seized. Only one child had been hidden away, smuggled into the palace for safety under the guise of servanthood.

The child’s name… was Liora.

Kalen’s heart pounded as the realization sank in. She was not a maid by birth, but the lost daughter of a murdered noble house. And the one responsible for her father’s death, for the cover-up, for the theft of her lineage… was none other than Lord Veyren.

Kalen closed the scroll with trembling hands.
“The gods did not err, Liora,” he whispered. “You were never the wrong bride. You were meant to be here all along.”

To be continued.....

Chapter 3 – The Hidden TruthDays turned into weeks, but the palace had not forgotten the scandal of the “wrong bride.” N...
16/08/2025

Chapter 3 – The Hidden Truth

Days turned into weeks, but the palace had not forgotten the scandal of the “wrong bride.” Nobles whispered behind silk fans, servants exchanged glances in the corridors, and even foreign visitors asked: “Where is the true princess of Halwyn?”

Prince Kalen kept his distance from Liora, refusing her presence at meals and court gatherings. Though she lived under the same roof, she was treated as a shadow, unwanted and unwelcome. Yet Liora endured, tending to small duties in the palace to avoid idleness, her heart heavy with shame.

One night, as she carried a tray of wine through the corridors, she heard hushed voices behind a half-opened door. Curious, she paused.

“…the plan worked perfectly,” a guard whispered. “The princess was delayed on the road, just as Lord Veyren commanded. And the maid? She was placed in the gown with no questions asked.”

A chill ran down Liora’s spine. She pressed closer.

Another voice replied, low and sly, “The prince’s fury is exactly what we wanted. With no alliance between Zuran and Halwyn, Lord Veyren will gain the power he seeks. The King grows older by the day… soon, the throne will be his.”

Liora’s breath caught. This was no accident… it was sabotage.

Suddenly, the tray in her hands slipped, the cups clattering. The guards rushed out, but Liora darted into the shadows, her heart racing. She barely made it back to her chambers before they discovered her eavesdropping.

That night, she could not sleep. She had to tell Prince Kalen. He needed to know the truth.

But when she approached him the next morning, he cut her off.
“I told you, Liora, I want no more of your lies.”

“It is not a lie,” she pleaded, her voice trembling. “Your marriage to me—it was planned! Lord Veyren set it all in motion. I overheard the guards. They—”

“Enough!” Kalen snapped, his eyes blazing. “Do not speak his name again. You think I will believe a maid’s gossip over the word of my father’s most trusted advisor?”

Liora’s heart sank. Her words fell on stone.

But fate did not wait for belief. That very night, assassins crept into the prince’s chambers, blades drawn for his throat.

And it was not the guards, nor Lord Veyren, who saved him.

It was Liora—who, hearing the faint scrape of steel, rushed into the room and threw herself in front of him, knocking away the assassin’s blade with nothing but a candlestick in her hand.

The assassins fled into the darkness, leaving behind only proof of treachery.

And for the first time, Prince Kalen looked at the bride he had sworn to despise… and began to wonder if he had judged her too quickly.

To be continued......

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