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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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01/05/2025

Let your aspirations outshine your fears this new month . Let this new month bring great miracles, new visions, and greater blessings happy New month ❤️🥰🎊😊💫

28/04/2025

The Golden Boy Born with a Tail

The night he was born, the moon turned gold.

It hung over the village of Umudike like a watchful eye, casting a strange shimmer across rooftops and riverbanks. Even the crickets fell silent, as if nature itself paused for his arrival. When Mama Nkechi let out her final cry of labor and the midwife lifted the child into the flickering lantern light, the room gasped—not for his golden skin, though that was strange enough—but for the tail curling gently at the base of his spine, swaying like it had a mind of its own.

“He’s a spirit child,” whispered the midwife, backing away. “A child of the gods.”

His mother named him Chimaka—God is good—and cradled him like the miracle she knew he was. But the village was not so kind.

As he grew, his skin glowed warmer in the sun, and the tail—graceful, muscular—became impossible to hide. The other children teased him, called him enyin mmadu—half-boy, half-beast. Their parents crossed the road when he passed. Some even begged Mama Nkechi to return him to the forest, where “his kind” belonged.

But Chimaka was no ordinary boy.

By the age of five, he could climb trees faster than a monkey and leap across streams no one dared to cross. He could hear the wind before it blew and feel the heartbeat of the earth in his feet. His tail—so scorned—became his greatest strength: a tool for balance, defense, even expression. It twitched when he was curious, coiled when angry, and wrapped lovingly around Mama Nkechi’s arm when he was happy.

One dry season, when the village well ran empty and the river threatened to vanish, a spirit appeared in the form of a lion with burning eyes. It stood at the border of the forest and roared a warning: "Send me your strongest, your purest. Or lose everything."

The villagers trembled. The warriors refused. The elders debated. But Chimaka—golden skin gleaming, tail swaying with calm—stepped forward.

“I will go.”

They tried to stop him, but he was already walking into the forest, barefoot and brave. Days passed. Then weeks. The riverbed cracked. Hope dried like leaves in the harmattan.

But on the twenty-first day, the skies broke open.

Rain fell like blessings. And from the forest came Chimaka, soaked and smiling, riding on the back of the lion, its eyes now soft with respect.

“He is no beast,” the elders whispered. “He is chosen.”

From that day on, they called him The Golden Boy, no longer with fear—but with reverence.

And the tail?

They carved it into their totems. Painted it in their murals. Told their children bedtime stories about how sometimes, the very thing that makes you different… is the very thing that saves the world.

14/04/2025

Nothing good comes easy, Life is all about give and take

14/04/2025

Lord when is time for us to eat the fruit of our labour may we not be absent in Jesus name amen 🙏

06/04/2025

One evening, after another lonely dinner at home, Sophia decided to surprise him at his office. She had spent her last savings on a small gift, something to remind him of their journey. But when she arrived, she found him in the arms of another woman—laughing, kissing, holding her the way he used to hold Sophia.

Her heart shattered.

Tears welled in her eyes as she stepped forward, her voice trembling. “Michael… why?”

He turned, guilt flashing across his face for a moment before it was replaced by something even crueler—indifference. “Sophia, you need to move on. I never asked you to sacrifice everything for me.”

His words cut deeper than any knife.

For years, she had lived for him, loved him more than she had loved herself. And now, he discarded her like she was nothing.

Sophia walked away that night, broken beyond repair. She had given her all to a man who had repaid her with betrayal. But as days turned into weeks, she realized something—she had been strong for him for too long. Now, it was time to be strong for herself.

Michael lost the one person who truly loved him. And Sophia? She found herself again. She built a new life, one without him. And when Michael finally realized what he had lost, when he came crawling back, begging for forgiveness, Sophia did something she never thought she’d be able to do.

She walked away. The end

03/04/2025

When Michael wanted to start a business, it was Sophia who took extra shifts, skipped meals, and sold her most precious possessions to raise the money. When he fell sick, she spent nights by his side, neglecting her own health. She believed that love meant sacrifice, and for Michael, she was willing to give up everything.

And then, just when she thought their struggles were coming to an end, Michael betrayed her.

He changed. The man who once whispered sweet promises in her ear became distant and cold. He began avoiding her, making excuses, staying out late. At first, she convinced herself it was stress. That he was just overwhelmed with the success of the very business she had built for him.

But the truth was far worse. To be continued......

02/04/2025

Sophia was the kind of woman whose presence could light up a room. She wasn’t just beautiful; she was hardworking, kind, and selfless. Her life revolved around her family, her job, and most of all, Michael—the man she loved with every fiber of her being.

Michael, on the other hand, was charming but flawed. He had dreams, but no real ambition. He was a man who wanted the world, but expected someone else to build it for him. And that someone became Sophia.

From the moment they met, Sophia poured herself into their love. She worked tirelessly to support Michael through his struggles, believing in his potential even when he didn’t. She paid his debts, stood by him when others turned away, and even sacrificed her own dreams just to see him succeed. Do you think there love will lead to marriage? Keep reading let's find out on the next episode. ❤️ you

31/03/2025

What ever a man sow thou he shall reap. If you sow good things, you shall reap good things and if you sow bad things you shall reap it as well. ihotago 😏 that is life for you.

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