No Blood (6)

Alaran seemed indifferent about her infertility. He went about life as usual, caring for her and giving her everything he could.

No Blood (5)

“You are not welcome here,” she regarded him with cold eyes, “I thought I made that clear the other day.”

No Blood (4)

That evening, she chose his merry moment to spill the beans. She felt that might cushion the effect of what she was about to tell him. After exchanging some pleasantries, she went for the kill and spilled everything.

No Blood (2)

Alaran celebrated her virginity elaborately. Palm wine flowed freely. Food was in abundance. Her father and mother beamed from ear to ear.