LOGINPoor or rich, Influential or infamous, there will always be moments that has left us downcasted; moments becoming memories that has created a habitual space in our hearts. 24 year old Linda Solanke, daughter to political juggernaut and a career-crazy lady battles with her past which has become a strong contender as she thoroughly thrive to attain success in spite of nightmares, regrets from her past and confrontations from those she perceive as malicious. What do the world expect from a 24 year old lady? Success? Is marriage a necessity? When the troubled Linda meets the striving young man, Bode Thomas after giving up on love, we wonder if she will assure herself that life is not really as cruel as she had thought but can Bode's fiery nature make her tick? Will Linda look past her fears and doubts by finally pleasing the world by agreeing to the basis that she really need a man afterwards? Won't her past haunt her once more when things get better and the unexpected happens? When trouble set in once more, what should be done? Read and discover in "Sought-After Peace" a new thrilling novel!
View MoreLinda heavily sighed, settling down silently the ceramic tray with brown-red cookies already stowed on its flat surface. With her frigid frame and a deceptive smile - lips parting in disgust, Linda observed her gulp down the orange juice hurriedly like a thief hastingly pilfering drinks and quickly gulping down one in a bid to quench his thirst and for his devised schemes not to be nipped. Linda could still hear the pattering sound of rain on rooftops like a truck offloading huge stones being stacked in it. She sat wearingly, her gaze directed apprehensively over the woman's huge gait. A new neighbor, she claim. Mrs Jones said communal living exists here and though there are rich people residing here, people just like you yet pride is missing for we love to correlate and unite; Linda remembered her words and repulsively , she glanced towards the painting which she bought five years ago from France. When things go sour and she feels deserted, it gave her relief - a soothing one
Linda heavily sighed, settling down silently the ceramic tray with brown-red cookies already stowed on its flat surface. With her frigid frame and a deceptive smile - lips parting in disgust, Linda observed her gulp down the orange juice hurriedly like a thief hastingly pilfering drinks and quickly gulping down one in a bid to quench his thirst and for his devised schemes not to be nipped. Linda could still hear the pattering sound of rain on rooftops like a truck offloading huge stones being stacked in it. She sat wearingly, her gaze directed apprehensively over the woman's huge gait. A new neighbor, she claim. Mrs Jones said communal living exists here and though there are rich people residing here, people just like you yet pride is missing for we love to correlate and unite; Linda remembered her words and repulsively , she glanced towards the painting which she bought five years ago from France. When things go sour and she feels deserted, it gave her relief - a soothing one
Clement, direct Lady Philips to the massage therapist. We've discussed and she craves for facial and Thai massage. Tell Job, the masseur that the client who booked an apartment for microdermabrasion at 2pm might arrive soon. The medical history of Lady Philips has been compiled and cursorily checked , she's fit for the therapy she requested and its appropriate for her current health status. " Bambi Amah Solanke rattled off quickly, a headgear rested on her round face and chubby neck; her dress glittering with great splendour as the hem brushed the frame of the standing young man in blue T-shirt with Ronbi beautifully inscribed at its back. Bambi tilted her neck, beaming and revealing a set of white teeth at her clients as some garbingly stared like a lost peripatetic. She settled down, laughing while a clownish client cracked a joke. "Well, Mrs Solanke. You're doing a good job here. " A lady commended, her
The cackling noise from chirping birds with pointed beaks leaning on downtrodden boughs overshadowed the rumbling torrent of the flowing sea. A wavering wind whirred, positioning the leaves in diverse places on the sandy floor surface with white pebbles stationed near the seaway. Tall sandcastles stood still, kids yelling with great focus and excitement just as they will if Santa Claus was to arrive on Christ's day. Colourful bikinis greatly occupied everywhere with young ladies marvelling at the sight of the seawaves and husky men showcasing huge shoulders, their boxershorts revealing half of their thigh. Linda Solanke flinched, girdled by mirth and inestimable joy with her bikini clinging tightly to her body frame with a tanned derm and hat shoving away the beams of light illuminating from the clouds. She silently giggled with garbling glee, running - her legs squibbling with the beachsand as she endeavoured not to dest





