webnovel

PADLOCK BY Jonadab Whitley

These book revolve around love, hatred, sac rifice, believes, fate, tragedy and hope . It is a book of friction and reality, and a auto biography of the writer of the book. The padlock here refer to a spiritual and physical padlock. The padlocks are humans and their evil deeds, the mystery of life. Jael came from a destitute family of six, but religious. Jael is a slim and tall girl with black beauty. Although, the life is crumbling Jael and her family prove a allegation false and these book talks about revenge, forgiveness and god fearing one . Then, lastly, comedy.

Jonadab_Whitney · Teen
Not enough ratings
2 Chs

(The shell). CHAPTER ONE

No one under the scorching sun, could tell about it revolve .

The day at the was slumping ,I got no Benjamin at all.And I was left out with no protein."what a dire !" I said to my self while domesticating to my domicile.

Climbing the stairs my taste buds arose and a rumbling sound occurred in my stomach. It was adre Lina who was preparing a winsome cuisine at the moment.

Adrelina, has being the only one beside long ago, we share a strong bond. She is my elder sister.

Twenty years ago, when our pillars kicked the bucket , adrelina was the one who went me.5hat bond is abond no stone could cut.

Unfortunately, age is telling on my angelic sister,adrelina is twelve years older than me. We're four in number, adrelina and I was the only one remaining. A painful scenario took them .

We use to live in a small village called Suma in the northern region.Although,all the citizens there were enveloped in the abyss of pauperisation , we had peace,for so long until the locking of horns between two comrade arose, Ri cardo one of the so -called comrade was from suma the pot my family and i domicile in.green eyes made samuel to bring kamma upon tje land my pillars died in the process.it was indeed a sorrrowful for my sliding and I! It gave me a clarification about life and man.That keeping our nose clean save alot !

Because of my family destitution I began toiling for life treasures at age ten. At first, I thought life does not worth living due to past and present galls , indeed, the days of griefing are in eraseable.life has being rigorous for so long.I sprained from a military house hold , dad was army force before his approach of the jetnights.

He was a total different g from most of his coevals, he fought for the rights of father less and motherless children and he was credited for that. Dad was the only role model I had, he taught me life basic lessons.

He is full of rumors, but as well strict to the end.

His last words to me tells alot about the humanitarian treacherous heart. How callous men are!.

Alot, are to be paid attention to, I saw life from an perspective.And I knew life it self was crumbling.If onlyp possible I would have twist the clock backward to the time when my pillars were alive. But it chimera!.

Some time's, I feel like like giving up the gospel, hyena is surround me. These brought about agitated emotions in me. " Don't be crediculous , for men are not to be trusted! the heart is treacherous "" those words sinked deep into my heart and I had a cudgel on it every day of my life.

I justed needed the sky as a resting place, the deserts are empty.And the oasis is peaceful.so eden the land of good grain

My dear scholars, I will like you read this book and other books with a dictionary for more clarification and understanding. As do meditate on what you read, have a cudgel on it. out of all non sense there is a sense. If you discover you have a cup of tea don't waste it put it to good use, no knowledge is a waste. Life at these point need talented ones, to explore the more for development. charge yourself and take the bull by the horns, remember that a stitch save nine. That all for now thank you!

Jonadab_Whitneycreators' thoughts