Cherreads

ECHO'S OF THE HEART

MD_MERCURIAL17_07
14
chs / week
The average realized release rate over the past 30 days is 14 chs / week.
--
NOT RATINGS
648
Views
Synopsis
ECHOE'S OF THE HEART" a captivating romance thriller that explores several themes. It depicts the life of Wendy, a successful event planner in Dubai, navigates mysterious memories that are not apprehendable. Her life intertwines when she meets Bryan, a decorated U.S. Naval officer and Dubai's representative in the international horse riding competition. As they explore Dubai's luxury and mystic, they uncover secrets, heart-rising encounters, and soul-deforming and transforming incidents. Will these deforming and transforming incidents make them stronger or separate them? Will they navigate through all odds, or will the speedmeter of life trials separate them? Theme of Erotic Romance: 'He moaned my name and say "ouuuuuuu Wendy I'm cuming!!!" he released his sperm on my face. Then I licked it because I thought I found love; then my eyes were becoming clearer from the intoxication. He sucked my nipple and fiddled the other. I moaned and shouted his name "Staceyyyyyyyyy, suck me harder. Bite my nipple babby" finger me until I come. He fucked me for five...' Theme of war and consequence: 'The mission had gone terribly wrong, and I couldn't process the loss. Scofield's words cut deep: "I thought about my family; what would they say about me, he is in a place where he isn't supposed to be, he died in a cause of something he knew nothing about...' Theme of Human Trafficking: "My name is Nnena, and I'm a Nigerian. My father sold me off for prostitution telling me I was coming to work in Dubai as..." Theme of Tragedy: Suddenly, another RPG blast shook us. "Incoming!" someone yelled. "Gboooooooooom..." Theme of poverty: Upon arrival, a luxury car picked us up. We drove through Bamako's dusty streets, witnessing poverty... Theme of Philanthropist: After the wedding, I decided to use some of my earnings to make a positive impact on Bamako. "You have shown us that true leadership is not about seeking power or worship, but about serving others and making a positive difference in... The village elders added, "Your efforts have brought hope and prosperity to... Theme of Rape: "Later, I was told she was a victim of rape by my biological father, so I'm a child of rape... "I was raped by the junior brother of the woman whose child I taught for free... Theme of sport and Adventure: You've been chosen to represent Dubai in the upcoming International Horse Race... Theme of Dehumanization: " even when I am on my period she do put cotton wool inside my vagina to block the blood. The men having sex with us won't... Theme of Female trafficking: The agents in Cotonou lies to the Embassy that we are going to study and they will tell us what to say. But in actual sence they are sending us to... Theme of Divine intervention: "D" lingered, making me think of Davido, the renowned Nigerian Afrobeat musician. Suddenly, my phone beeped with an incoming call and I picked: "Unknown Number: Yo! Whatup my nigga ? this is Davido speaking..."
VIEW MORE

Chapter 1 - CHAPTER ONE:LOST IN THE HAZE

A beautiful little girl, about 5 years old, dressed in luxurious royal attire, sitting in a grand palace. She was surrounded by people fawning over her, treating her like a tiny princess. But suddenly, the palace erupted in a massive explosion, overwhelmed with flames and fire, like a tank carrying 1000 gallons of petroleum had blown up. The little girl was left alone, her royal dress torn and tattered. She became half naked with scars and bruises all over her. She began weeping and walking into the rising inferno, with thousands of dead bodies lay around the floor, no one to help her.

As I desperately tried to rush into the burning palace to save her, it seemed like the palace was moving farther away from me, even though I knew it was stationary. I felt a sense of helplessness and panic, unable to reach the little girl in time.

I was covered in sweat, shouting "Help! Someone, please help this little girl!" I saw her crying, but everything was silent except the flames getting higher. She was helpless, and I kept shouting "Help!" until my voice grew weak. Suddenly, I opened my eyes and looked around my luxurious Dubai room and said to myself, "Oh Wendy, this dream again." I wiped away my sweat.

I started thinking to myself, "Who is this girl? Which palace is that? Why does this dream keep repeating itself?" Suddenly, the sharp headache that always comes after this dream hit me again. "Haaaaaach! My head..." I groaned. The pain was intense, and I held my head for a few minutes until it calmed down. I sighed heavily.

I knelt down and began to pray, following Apostle Joshua Selman's morning devotionals from Koinonia Ministry. I spoke to my Lord, "Dear God, with tears, I beg you to please bring clarity to these mysterious dreams and banging headaches. It's been 15 years now... Tears rolled down my eyes as I continued, "I thank you for growing my Event-planning business. Please bless my day. In Jesus' name, I pray."

As I walked to the bathroom for my morning mirror affirmations, my phone buzzed with a message from Sophia. I tossed it onto the bed, thinking, "Affirmations first, Sophia second." It was early morning, and I prioritized starting my day positively.

In front of the mirror, I looked at myself and said, "Wendy, you are special, you are amazing, no one can hurt you. The sky is your limit." A calm smile followed. Then, I walked over to the bed and read Sophia's message: "Meet me at Cafe Del Mar at 3.pm - girls' outing."

I responded with excitement, "I don't even know what to wear! She placed a video call, and she said, "Babe, wear that white bomber short and yellow sleeveless top. It matches your white bone straight wig and white GLE 350 Benz." I said, "Babe, what can I do without you?" She replied, "I've got you, baby."

As I rode into Café Del Mar, everyone looked at me, and I felt like the queen I was pretending to be. I thought, "Me, who isn't that smart, turned out to be the center of attention?" I chuckled, feeling a bit self-conscious.

My eyes locked onto Sophia's smile, and she waved me over. When I reached her table, she gave me a warm hug and said, "You slay, Wendy! You're looking fire!"

Sophia and I chatted, sipping our drinks, but I noticed she kept glancing at her phone. My curiosity piqued, I asked, "Sophia, are we expecting someone?" She smiled mischievously, "No, we're not. I have a surprise for you. Give me a few minutes." With that, she stood up, grabbed her phone, and excused herself, leaving me wondering what she had planned. In my head, I was like "Na you Sabi"

"You are the star missing in the sky right now." I looked up, and a tall, handsome stranger stood before me. He had dark features and wore a designer suit. His eyes locked onto mine, and his voice was smooth and charming. I remained speechless. "My name is Stacey," he said. "Would you like me to sit with you?"

I responded with poise, "Why would you want to sit with me?" I asked slowly. He smiled and said, "It would be a sin to leave you sitting alone, my queen. Please permit me." I gave him a hint to sit, and he t ook a seat.

I was caught up in Stacey's charm, his dark skin glowing in the light. His words were like honey, sweet and alluring. As we chatted, I felt myself getting lost in his conversation. The drinks kept flowing, and I couldn't help but laugh at his witty remarks.

Before I knew it, I felt tipsy the room started spinning, and Stacey's face blurred. But his voice remained clear, whispering something in my ear. I giggled, feeling carefree and lightheaded.

The next thing I knew, we were stumbling out of the café, heading to a lounge. The night air swirled around us, and I felt like I was floating.

The lounge's music go on and on. Stacey excused himself to the restroom. As he stepped away, his phone lit up on the table, showing an incoming message. I tried to focus on the screen, but my blurry vision made it hard to read. I shrugged, figuring it wasn't my business, and let the music take over my soul.

Stacey returned from the restroom naked; his manhood was as long as a 100-meter pole. I couldn't resist the temptation. I pulled out my dress and drew Stacey closer but gently with his manhood. I dipped it into my mouth and gave him an erotic blowjob. He moaned and manhandled my hair. He moaned my name and say "ouuuuuuu Babe I'm coming!!!" he released his sperm on my face. Then I licked it because I thought I found love; then my eyes were becoming clearer from the intoxication. He sucked my nipple and fiddled the other. I moaned and shouted his name "Staceyyyyyyyyy, suck me harder. Bite my nipple babby" finger me until I come. He fucked me for five rounds, and he slept off on the sixth. I was looking at him as he slept with the feeling I finally found my man.

I suddenly remembered Stacey's message, and I took his phone to check. The message from Sophia read: "Babe remember tonight is the end of the deal, Fuck Wendy to death or even poison her. I have known where she keeps all her property documents, and I now have full details of all her bank accounts and inheritance. Remember, today is the 12th month of planning this. I love you, baby."

My eyes widened in shock, and sudden sweat covered me as I stared at the screen. "Sophia? With Stacey? Against me?" I thought, my mind racing. "What have they planned? Wait are they lovers ? Why?" My heart sank, and I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. "How could you, Sophia?" I whispered to myself, feeling betrayed.

Just then, Stacey coughed from sleep, his voice husky.opening his eyes he grabbed my neck & shouted "Wendy..."