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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.

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Chapter 094 Bye Bye Roman - 3

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The soft tear-like drizzle from the gloomy grey sky continued to pour without pause, wetting the black leather umbrellas held above the heads of the audience standing around the vase grasslands covered in tombstones. 

Delia stood next to Dilen's tall frame, staring through the dark veil fabric over her face to watch the coffin seated in the six-feet deep pit. Dilen tightened his grip on her fingers with Ariella on the other side, holding unto her hand.

The priest continued the last few lines of prayers, finally shutting the Bible in his palms and lowering his head in respect. Delia couldn't shut her eyes to pray as tears had filled her lens ready to pour out to the slightest agitation.

The cold moist breeze blew the flare of her dress as she continued to stare the coffin then slowly to the person standing next to it without an umbrella.

Her heart shattered further.