Nita Ogueri

When’s touch of sin getting updated?

Are you into poetry 

girl literally post ☹️

hi. . . (tentative waving). did anyone miss Zaviero, Kaira . . . and me too? (grins sheepishly). ik i disappeared and tomorrow will make it two months since i last updated a touch of sin. . . (sigh) i really have no excuse BUT i am forcing myself to edit one page a day this week and i start today so. . . wish me goodluck! ❤️❤️

hey girl i’m in the middle of a crash out and I was wondering why do you belive in God ( christianity) xx 

girl don’t disappear again omg 

girl update a touch of sin 

Chapter 8 of A Touch of Sin has been posted! And ofc, trust it to be heated!

"Answer me this one question. Did you actually sleep with your brother’s fiancee?”
          
          Caelian chuckles lightly, his shuttered demeanour withered. “And if I did, principessa?”
          
          Disappointed creases form on my brows. “Then you’re a pig without an ounce of respect for your brother.” To save face, I lash out, scowling, “Not that he deserves said respect so by all means, keep at it.”
          
          “Dios mios, principessa. You’re funny when ticked off and it’s fun to watch.” He tilts his head forward, thick brows angled, a twinkle in his enthralling gaze. He’s silently laughing at me. “I’ve missed you, Kaira.”
          
          “I didn’t.” A part of me is tempted to ease off him but he’s related to the enemy.
          
          “Ah, and here I thought my charming plans to have you eating in the center of my palms were working. Silly me.” An air of mischief twirls around his words and I struggle to hide the smile threatening to overcome my defenses. I did miss his silly antics.
          
          “You’ll need more than a banquet to get me into the dining hall, boy so try harder. And I see through you, you’re trying to avoid the topic.” 
          
          “Touche. Thought you wouldn’t notice.” A dimple flashes at me, causing me to roll my eyes. 
          
          ***
          
          Caelian De Santis is such a clown. Can't wait for you guys to read this chapter by the way!

Just as we circle back to exit, Mrs. De Santis descends the stairs, veering towards us. The echo of her heels on the marble intertwines with the cloud of smoke which follows in her wake, twirling around her elegantly dressed form, regal and intimidating. Even now, years later, I am awed and horrified by her presence. The woman was a menace during my childhood.
          
          “Good morning signora. Good morning Mrs. De Santis.” We both greet in unison, Aria bowing her head. 
          
          Mrs. De Santis acknowledges neither greeting, disapproval painted on her imposing countenance. Her stormy eyes, gleaming with malicious intent, scrutinize me from head to toe. Finding me lacking, she tilts her chin in a superior manner and takes a puff of her cigar. Deliberate, she blows the nicotine scented vapour at my face, a ploy to unsettle me. The acrid scent stings my nostrils but I stand my ground.
          
          “Look here girl, I’ll be clear with you,” she utters brusquely, cutting. “This so-called marriage between my son and you isn’t going to work. Do us a favour and crawl back to the slums where you belong.”
          
          The insult stings, unearthing painful memories but I keep my head high, gazing back at her, resolute. Only my african upbringing has me replying in a semi-respectful manner, “I did not ask to be married to your son, Mrs. De Santis and neither will I let you cast slurs on my person.”
          
          “Oh really?” An arrogant brow is lifted up, a cruel smile fashioned on her red lips. She exhales deeply, cocoa butter and toxic cigar fumes billowing in my view. 
          
          “Yes, really.” It takes a lot for me not to choke but I hold in my breath, refusing to falter beneath the predatory knife she wields. 
          
          ****
          
          faceoff between mother in law and daughter in law. who's going to win? hehe. chapter 8 drops soon.