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Nerd In A Paranormal Condom

"So please tell us, sir. What is your greatest weakness?" "Losing my wife", he grinned. The hostess smiled, "Aww, that's beautiful. What will you say is your greatest strength?" "Having my wife". "Okay sir, last question... How would you describe your wife?" His lips grew into a devious grin, uncontrollably holding the hand of his heart's desire. "The best dream no man but me deserves". The entire audience clapped in adoration. Delia smiled, glancing at her husband then back at the interviewer. The hostess then asked, "And sir, bonus question, how would you describe your marriage?" "A condom". Delia, his wife, then chipped in, "A paranormal one, at that". "One that none of us can escape, unless we go boom!" He smiled. • • • The son of a powerful western empire, Dilen Liam, has to prove his innocence against false racial accusations by dating a dark skinned girl; all to save his family's name and businesses. Unfortunately, things go beyond haywire when he gets intertwined with Delia Alan Ada, a Nigerian girl cursed yet gifted with the supernatural ability to see the future and speak to the unseen. Their attraction grows stronger and deeper beyond race and ethnicity, enclosing them in a paranormal condom-like romance. But all cards are played when their faith and love are put to the test — against powerful diabolic forces beyond their worlds had ever imagined. Romance. Paranormal. Horror. Urban. Politics. BWWM. Demons. Conspiracy. African. Nigerian. American. Cult. Power couple.

DestinyNdi · Urban
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Chapter 213 Mrs Clark Cries - 3

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Delia laid still on her bed, staring at the ceiling with her fingers intertwined over her chest. She let out a loud sigh, having it bounce off the walls of the silent room.

Her eyes continued to watch the glass chandelier hung on the glass ceiling.

A chill suddenly ran down her spine, reminding her of how cold it was. Despite the thick blanket over her body, she was enabled to suppress the immense loneliness and cold of her entire body.

She turned to the side, hugging herself.

It felt empty. Her arms self so empty. Like a part of her was missing... She gazed at the clock on the wall.

3:12AM.

Delia sighed, pushing herself off her bed. Picking up her phone, she strode to her closet.

Unlocking the secret door in her closet, she stepped in, having the door slide shut.

The lights in the room were out, having only the bulb above Damien's bed still on.