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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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250 Chs

Chapter 144 Hold Her Or Die Trying

Song Recommendation: Your Love by Little Mix

Delia walked up to the hand sink in the bathroom, locking her eyes on her reflection. She slowly exhaled.

Staring at her reflection, she adjusted the spaghetti hand of her light short nightdress—having the swells of her bosoms well displayed and full.

She bit her lips shyly, scanning her dressing. Her gown ended above her knee, showcasing enough of her thick thighs.

She blushed, taking in a deep breath.

A chill suddenly ran down her spine. Vileh slowly aggrieved in the air from black particles, evolving behind Delia.

She was in her true hidious form—grinning. She placed her hand on Delia's shoulders.

"You look lovely". Vileh whispered, narrowing her dark diabolic eyes at Delia's reflection.

Delia's brows dropped in boredom, "What do you want, Vileh?"

Vileh tilted her head, gaining a bone crack. She smiled widely, "Just missed you". Delia scowled.

"Speak or leave, Vileh".