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01/09/2025

Happy New week 🥰❤️ umu chukwu.
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01/09/2025

Happy New month umu chukwu❤️🥰

23/08/2025

Tunde was the most stubborn boy in his class. He pushed others aside, mocked their mistakes, and never listened to teachers. Every morning, fear filled the classroom when he arrived. He thought being feared meant being strong.

One day, during a mathematics test, Tunde struggled with a difficult question. He looked around, hoping to copy from someone, but no one would help—he had laughed at them too many times. Even his closest seatmate turned away.

When the results came out, Tunde had failed badly. For the first time, he felt ashamed. He watched as his classmates celebrated their good scores together, leaving him alone in silence.

That night, he thought about how he had treated everyone. He remembered the tears of the boy he once pushed, the books he tore from a girl’s hand, and the loneliness he now felt.

The next day, Tunde stood before the class. With a trembling voice, he said, “I am sorry for how I treated all of you. I was wrong.”

His classmates were surprised, but they forgave him. From then on, Tunde learned that respect brought more strength than bullying ever could.
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Always teach your children to love and respect each other, no matter what.

21/08/2025

With Mc Mbakara – I'm on a streak! I've earned a Mc Mbakara Best badge for 5 months in a row. 🎉

01/08/2025

This month God will come through for you in the name of Jesus 🙏 Amen. If you believe it type amen.

01/08/2025

Happy New month lovelies ❤️☺️ 🥰🤩💖

19/07/2025

With The People's Parliament – I'm on a streak! I've been a top fan for 8 months in a row. 🎉

12/06/2025

With MAY Yul-Edochie – I'm on a streak! I've been a top fan for 10 months in a row. 🎉❤️💜😍🤩

18/05/2025

The Secret of the New Neighbor

It all started with a scream.

Not loud, not long—just enough to freeze my blood for a second. It came from the old grey house next door, the one that had been empty for years. But last week, someone finally moved in. A man. Tall, quiet, with dark hair and a smile that could melt glass. Everyone called him Mr. Hale. I called him the mystery.

I first saw him in the garden, hands deep in the soil, planting red roses. He caught me staring and waved. Something about his eyes made my heart skip. Kind, but haunted.

“Hi,” he said one day, stepping to the fence. “I’m Mike.”

“Emmanuella ” I replied, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

After that, we spoke every evening. He was smart, funny, and always seemed to know what I needed to hear. But behind his smile😆, there was something…🥺 hidden.

Then came the scream.

I rushed to his door, heart racing. He opened it, pale and trembling.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

He hesitated. “Yes. Just... a bad dream.”

But I saw it—blood on his sleeve.

The next day, I returned. I couldn’t let it go. “What happened last night?”

He sighed and led me inside.

The house was colder than it should be. In the living room sat an old painting of a woman—beautiful, with eyes like mine.

“That’s Elena,” he said. “My wife. She died two years ago. This house was hers.”

I stared. “She looks… exactly like me.”

He nodded slowly. “That’s why I came back. When I saw you, I thought I was losing my mind. You’re her mirror.”

My chest tightened. “You think I’m her?”

“No,” he said gently. “But I loved her. And I’m starting to… care about you🥰.”

My heart swelled—and shattered all at once.

“But the scream,” I whispered.

He looked down. “I hear her sometimes. In dreams. In this house. I think… I think she never left.”

I didn’t know what to believe. Ghosts? Or grief?

That night, I dreamt of the painting. The woman’s eyes moved. She whispered, “Save him.”

I woke in cold sweat and ran next door.

Mike was in the living room, unconscious. A gas leak. I pulled him out just in time.

When he woke, he whispered, “You saved me.”

“No,” I said, staring back at the house. “She did.”

From that day, the screams stopped. The roses bloomed brighter. And Mike—he smiled like a man free.

We fell in love, not because of the mystery, but because of the truth we found in each other.

The secret of the new neighbor wasn’t just about ghosts😱.

It was about letting go of the past… and finding love❤️ in the most unexpected place. Please like, share and fo_llow Lizzyejerinma page for more interesting stories ❤️ you.

14/05/2025

Title: A Woman Who Is Deeply in Love Is Crushed When Her Fiancée Breaks Up with Her

Marla had always believed in soulmates. When she met Jonah, it felt as if the universe had conspired just to place him in her path. He was everything—charming, kind, attentive. For two years, they were inseparable, until one rainy Thursday evening, he ended it.

“I can’t do this anymore,” Jonah said coldly, his eyes distant. “I don’t love you.”

The words shattered her. She collapsed onto the floor after he left, unable to breathe through her sobs. Days passed like a blur, but something didn’t sit right. Jonah had been loving just the day before—planning trips, whispering dreams. It didn’t make sense.

She tried calling. His number was disconnected. His apartment was empty. No one had seen him. Not even his sister.

Then came the letter. Slipped under her door at midnight. The handwriting was his.

“They’re watching. I had to leave. Don’t look for me.”

The room went cold.

Marla started hearing whispers at night. Soft, indistinct murmurs that stopped when she turned on the lights. The mirrors began to fog up on their own, revealing messages like “Forget him” and “He is not yours anymore.”

Desperate, she tracked down Jonah’s old landlord, who reluctantly shared that the previous tenant of Jonah’s unit had also disappeared mysteriously—leaving behind only a journal filled with drawings of eyes watching from walls.

Marla broke into the apartment that night. It smelled of decay and lavender. The walls pulsed faintly, almost breathing. In the bedroom, beneath a loose floorboard, she found Jonah’s phone—and dozens of old photographs. All of her. Sleeping. Walking. Crying.

One photo was taken that very morning.

A sudden coldness wrapped around her. From the mirror, a shadow stepped out. It wore Jonah’s face, but its eyes were completely black.

“You loved the mask,” it said in a voice that echoed. “Now love the truth.”

She screamed, but the sound never left the room. Her body was never found.

Weeks later, a new tenant moved in. A man, alone. One morning, he found a letter under his door.

“They’re watching. I had to leave. Don’t look for me.”

The whispers began again.

The new tenant later discovered that the old landlord was the reason for the disappearance of the tenants. He parked out from the house and never discuss it with any one.
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