Banti

By Olivia Nwaokeleme

Heartless and ruthless, Banti seduced men, and destroyed lots of lives, until she met the arrogant, handsome, and shrewd Chinedu, who practically swept her off her feet.

He arrogantly told her that women were easy game for him. She tried her best to ignore his charms, but he ignited her libido.

Does she have a chance with the handsome millionaire, who is ignorant of her real personality?

Will her lifestyle and personality ruin her newly found love, or can she turn over a new leaf, to retain the best thing that had ever happened to her?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Sep 24, 2013
• ISBN: 9781479773923

Olivia Nwaokeleme

Olivia Nwaokeleme discovered her love for reading at the age of nine. Her love for reading novels at that age was detrimental to her social life but lead her to writing one of her own as a teenager (unpublished). The desire to write never left her, because, writing is one of the things that bring joy to her soul, and she does it effortlessly. She is versatile in her writing, and has authored, God Delights in Your Person, which is inspirational, Search for Love, a steaming love story and Heart of Poems, which is full of fun poems. Born and raised in Nigeria, a divorcee, she has travelled the coast of Africa, Europe and she is currently based in Houston Texas.

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Copyright © 2013 by Olivia Nwaokeleme.

Cover picture by John Hernandez

Edited by Karen E. Wilson

Library of Congress Control Number:       2013900076

ISBN:         Hardcover                               978-1-4797-7391-6

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Rev. date: 09/13/2013

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Contents

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Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

This book is dedicated to all the people who have experienced God’s infinite mercies and deliverance. Also, to those who wish to be delivered from the hands of the enemy. The story of Banti really reveals the power of God’s redemption.

May God be glorified, in Jesus name, Amen!

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You know you can run as much as you want from me, but you cannot hide from me, he said arrogantly, as he came close and stood an inch away from her. She could feel his warm breath fanning her cheeks.

Her throat was tight, and for a second, she could not talk, but only stare at him.

Stay away from me, she said huskily, as he lifted a finger and stroked her cheek. She shivered in desire; there was an irresistible chemistry between them which she could not resist.

Who in the world was this arrogant man, who could ignite her desire by just lifting a finger? She took a step back, trying to get away from him, and he moved a step closer to her. He drew her to his hard torso with a force that took her breath away, and it seemed as if her legs turned to jelly. She clung to him as he bent his head to kiss her. His lips went to her forehead, and he planted a light butterfly kiss there, went to her cheek and then, they trailed to her earlobe. She shivered in desire.

She tried to wriggle out of his arms, but he held on strongly to her, and actually, she wanted every minute in his arms. As his lips trailed to her neckline she pulled her head backward automatically, to grant him access. He continued to the hollow of her breast and she moaned. Then he came back and captured her lips in a passionate kiss.

CHAPTER ONE

A s usual, they were having their ritual ceremony, and members were coming from different continents of the world. It was a yearly gathering where they set their goals and look in retrospect at their achievements. Their mission was to bring down the kingdom of their enemy. They were aggressive, and judicious in all their plans of action.

The union was not always peaceful; actually, it was far from it, because each of the kings and queens from different continents tried to be more devilish than the other. The disobedient ones were maltreated, cursed, and then, banished.

The King of Rem, representing the Asian continent was introduced; he walked up adorned in a Zhongshan suit with the Queen wearing a Cheongsam, and they swiftly climbed the podium to the seats set out for them. The Kings and Queens representing Europe and America came in adorned in expensive suits and evening gowns, and they walked majestically to their assigned seats. They introduced the others, and then came the King of Zimbo from Africa; he walked up in his floating Kaftan with his Queen in her Boubou and gelee, and they also took their seats.

They rented the biggest auditorium in Louisiana in the United States for their 2013 meeting. They were called "The Great Red Dragon Fraternity (GRDF)." They signed an agreement with the facility, that they would not be disturbed during the entire session, which would last from eleven o’clock in the evening till three o’clock in the morning. They made it clear that no intruders were allowed in their midst.

The ritual dance started off promptly at midnight with the dancers naked, both men and women. The sound of the drums could be heard drumming away, they were large and barrel shaped. The dancers came out dancing to the center of the auditorium with the drummers standing at the far end.

The dance started in a slow rhythm with the dancers moving their shoulders, chest, pelvis, arms and legs in slow, sensual, different motions, as they danced to the rhythm of the GRDF music.

Some of the dancers performed a subtle movement of their hips while others portrayed a mesmerizing contraction—release movement of their hips and upper body.

They danced back and forth between rhythms, their movements were mastered, and they maintained clarity. Most of them had danced for years, and the new ones sat and watched the ritual dance, mesmerized.

With time, the drums gathered momentum and the men and the women were seen swinging their hips and legs. They stamped their feet in rhythms to the music, and their audience was tranquil as they watched. As they danced and clapped their hands, their audience could hear them draw their breath in and out, as they produced animalistic noises from their throats.

As the dance continued, the entire body movements of the dancers were visible. After a while, the dancers formed a circle, and a naked couple with the most beautiful feminine and masculine physiques entered the center of the circle and started dancing while others clapped. They clung to each other, even as the man’s torso contracted with his toned muscles. She, on the other hand, was pasted on to him as their hips rolled in rhythm to the music. She used her nipples to tease him while his hands caressed her naked body all over and she moaned in desire.

The audience watched, captivated, as the couple moved in rhythm to the music. Their dancing was intense erotic movements, very passionate, and romantic. Most of the audiences were aroused just by watching their sensual movements. The music gathered momentum, and they started stamping their feet, jumping up and down, groaning as if in pain, and staring into each other’s eyes. Then, in unison the dancing couple started transforming.

As they danced, they grew tails; they stood on their tails with no legs, and their bodies began to change as their hands disappeared. They continued to transform until they both became pythons, and they entangled with each other as they moved with the rhythm. The music rose to a peak, as the other members started also to transform to their original forms.

The people, who had walked into the auditorium some hours earlier, became incognito as they transformed into their original bodies. Some transformed into pythons, anacondas, different types of dangerous snakes, crocodiles, some were skeletons. Some of them that were over one thousand years old were all shrunk, with their eyes popping out of the sockets. They were toothless; some of them were like scary monsters, with disfigured faces and dropping jaws. They had slimy liquid dripping from their mouths and noses. There was excitement in the air as they all transformed, and the music came to an abrupt stop.

The King of Zimbo stepped forth with three heads, four hands, nineteen fingers and three legs. His skin was all wrinkled, as if he were older than Methuselah. His eyes were popping out as if they were going to burst, and his mouth was dripping with slimy, disgusting greenish liquid. He looked around the auditorium, everyone was quiet in anticipation of what was next on their agenda.

Clearing his throat, and in his baritone voice, he said, with a huge smile of satisfaction and air of pride, It is awesome to be reunited today. For the new Dragons, we are The Great Red Dragon Fraternity," and our main mission is to thwart the works of those who think they are better than thou, and who think they are the followers of Jesus Christ. It is our duty to make sure that any dream of success that they have is thwarted before it materializes. It is our duty to seek out their stars even before they are born, and change them right from the womb. We have the power to divert their original purpose. It is also, our duty to make sure that these people do not attain the purpose they were born for. We are here to complicate their lives, and to kill those who think they can play on both sides. We are here today, to deal with those who call themselves one of us, but who are unable to achieve our goals. It is unacceptable; we are the best in what we do, because we roam around looking for those whom we can devour. Our master rules the world and he has taught us well," he said, with a raised voice.

Looking around the table at his fellow comrades, Now, my fellow royals, I need the list of those under your regime that fell short of your desired goals, he requested of the other kings.

There was tranquility in the entire room as they waited in anticipation to know if they would be named or not.

He was handed the names by his secretary, who collected them from the kings. His secretary was a skeleton and had been dead for two centuries.

King Zimbo called out the thirty names on his list who had failed to achieve their mission. Each time he called out a name the audience booed.

You are a disgrace to our kingdom; you did not achieve your goals, and now you must die for eternity, he said.

The fear in their eyes as they stood there in front of hundreds of witches and wizards was obvious. This was because they knew what was confronting them. There was an established place for their execution. The people that were called, came out in single file.

King Rem stood up as the people that fell short of their goals came out, and he said, I have a suggestion.

Every eye turned towards him, and King Zimbo said, We will be glad to hear your suggestion King Rem.

There has been this routine of execution for a long time. Why don’t we make it more interesting this time? Instead of executing them, I suggest we allow them to fight and kill themselves while we watch, and then we will decide what to do to the winner? King Rem suggested.

Actually, I think that is a brilliant idea, commented King Zimbo, with a hint of a smile. He turned to the members and asked, What do you all think of King Rem’s suggestion?

The members agreed to the suggestion, excitement was building up among the members, and they moved back to allow space for people called out to fight.

The witches and wizards called out knew what was at stake, yet, each of them had hope that they might be the winner. They all had magic powers and did not need anyone to provide weapons for them. They were barbaric, and fought with their last strength. As the fight went on, the spectators could see some falling, while the others trampled over them as the fight continued. The fighters changed into any form they wanted, and they fought with all their strength. Some, of course, were stronger than others, and they utilized their strength because there would be only one winner.

It was the survival of the fittest. Each of the fighters was already very wicked, but as they fought, they became even more brutal, with no mercy, because if they spared one, another would kill them.

There was one distinguished from the others, because he killed with merciless skill. He was called Hugo. He was sent on a mission to put a spell on a naïve Christian girl who had no experience with men. She gave her life to Christ when she was twelve years old. She had never dated any man. Different men tried to date her but to no avail. So, Hugo was sent to destroy her purity. It was an easy job for him because he already saw the girl in the spiritual realm. She was pure, but she lacked knowledge of the devices of the dark kingdom.

He flew into the city where Cynthia lived and made acquaintance with her friend Nicole. Automatically, they had a mutual friend. He stayed in the city for two weeks and left. He came back a couple of months later to the city and went to visit Nicole.

Oh! My, Hugo, it is good to see you after such a long time. What have you been up to lately? Nicole asked him.

I have been trying to be a good boy. I accepted Christ as my savior. Do you know any Pentecostal Church I could attend while I am in town? he inquired.

I do not attend a Pentecostal Church. However, I have a good friend who does, said Nicole.

She went and wrote down her friend’s number, came back and handed the paper to him.

Her name is Cynthia. Call her; she will be glad to take you to church and show you around, Nicole advised him.

He called Cynthia, and she was glad that he wanted to go to church. That Sunday, they met at the bus stop, and they went to church together. Hugo watched the church members and they seemed to be all holier than thou, but none of them recognized who he was in the spiritual.

The pastor was so happy to have him in their midst. Hugo was the agent of the devil himself, and he knew those who were really pure and those who were pretending, like him, to be holy.

After service, the church members were all happy to have a guest in their midst, including Cynthia. She invited him out for lunch. He accepted but inquired if he could get something first from his hotel room.

Ignorant of his intent, she agreed to go with him. He noticed while they were in the church service that she kept squeezing her shoulder and neck. Her action was an indication that she had tight muscles.

When they got to the hotel, she went automatically to the lobby and sat down. He watched her as she went, and there was a frown on his forehead.

He walked up to her and said, Would you mind coming with me to my room for a while, it won’t take a minute?

I would rather wait for you here in the lobby while you go get your stuff, she replied politely.

I don’t feel comfortable leaving you here alone in the lobby. Why don’t we go up together? he inquired persuasively.

Don’t you worry; I will be all right. Just go and get your stuff, she told him firmly.

After trying to convince her to no avail, he cast a spell on her, and she immediately got up, and followed him up to his room like a zombie.

He pretended to search for his stuff in the hotel room for a while; afterwards he sat down by her, breathing heavily, as if he was exasperated from his search. He gradually turned to her and started massaging her shoulder and neck. She relaxed as she enjoyed it, but before she knew what he was up to, he started kissing her, and of course, she could not resist him because she was already under a spell.

His intention was not to scare her, but to make her love his lovemaking to the extent of addiction, so she would continue to defile herself and thereby fall out of the glory of God that surrounded her. The intention was for her to leave the church entirely and forsake God. His lovemaking had great expertise, and she moaned in desire. He ravished her from head to toe, made her feel loved, touched all the pleasure points she never imagined existed in her body. By the time he was done with her, she forgot she had never slept with a man before, because he taught her how to pleasure him also.

He thought that she was adorable, and as time went by, he introduced her to the wildest pleasures; he showed her how to masturbate, and they watched blue movies together online and on video. He knew that once she was alone she would be tempted to do those things on her own. He also knew that she would hate doing them but she would not be able to stop herself after she got into it. When that happens, she would not need to fornicate to defile herself.

She actually got sexually addicted to all the things Hugo taught her to the extent that she felt guilty going to church. She ended up dropping out of the church because she thought she was a hypocrite.

Hugo was excited that his mission was almost accomplished, but there was one problem. To complete his assignment, he was required to kill Cynthia while she was still in sin to deprive her from making it to heaven. However, he had become emotionally involved with her and he wanted to keep her for himself. He knew that if he defied the authority of his fraternity, there would be consequences. Instead of killing her, he made sure he did everything exceptionally well, to make her want him more and more and the things of God less and less.

And here he was fighting