Friday, 19 April 2019

Press Release

Controversial new novel opens debate on enigmatic artist

Diane's Fantasy, the debut novel by ace and stellar actor and scriptwriter, Emerald Lordsfame, is published in January 2019 by pioneering digital publishers,, and

Lagos, Nigeria - 14th March, 2019
She was a young multi-billionaire. At fourteen she became a sole heiress to her parents properties after their demise but like every other person, she had her fantasies, especially the kind of man she would love to spend her life with. At twenty, she fell in love with a poor guy named Rick who was the very opposite of her fantasy. And unfortunately, Diane was the opposite of Rick's fantasy too but he loved her deeply. Emerald Lordsfame's debut novel, Diane's Fantasy, sheds light on this intriguing romance. It brings the deep force and struggle between love and fantasy into light. It was published in January 2019 by leading publishers,,,

An appetizer of Diane's Fantasy is on

Inspired by her thoughts and inquisitive mind, and the world around her, novelist Emerald Lordsfame, decided to tackle the haziness in what we want and what we get i.e. fantasy and love. "I have always listened to people about not marrying the kind of spouse they wanted; about the attributes they want in their man and woman and what they get; and the phrase 'when the desirable is not available, the available becomes desirable'. And of course I have my own fantasy man too. So, I wondered a lot about falling in love with what you get and then your fantasy showing up. And since you've always loved your fantasy, how will the two loves weigh? Who will win  the one you've always loved that came late or the one you fell in love with while waiting for the one you've always loved? Then I thought putting this in a story, would make a gripping, interesting, and emotion-filled novel, hence Diane's Fantasy.”

Emerald's work has soared in popularity in recent years, perhaps inspired by the net series and weekly book series she does. She is the first person to start online weekly series just like TV series but in a read which she calls Bluegre Scripts(TV series in a read. Diane's Fantasy was the first series she aired but she was smart enough to air it for just few weeks in order not to give it all out probably because she knew she was going to make it into a novel in the future which is now; followed by Fall for You and then Untamed which was written by Steven Jerral Harris, an American artist. Emerald Lordsfame’s blog does not only air her scripts but other novelists’ works too, in order to help bring them and their works into limelight. And her weekly book series, is called Bluegre Dramics. She started that recently and it's rapidly paving way for itself in the world as both young and adult are grabbing their copies and anxiously looking forward to the next issue every week. 'Unfaithful' is the story airing on Bluegre Dramics now. Through Bluegre Dramics, Emerald Lordsfame is giving the society a common topic to gist about, talk about and laugh about after a hectic day, a more friendly society. Originally seen as an enthusiastic actor and writer, Emerald Lordsfame's writings now grip everyone to their seats.

In fact, the ongoing debate has not discouraged the enthusiasm of art critics and collectors alike who have reportedly been downloading and ordering copies of the novel since its release. And this book is launching in April 2019. The date is still withheld.

Diane's Fantasy provides a new perspective on the deep force behind romance, love and fantasy and brings the story to a shocking and unexpected conclusion.

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Thursday, 18 April 2019

Untamed S4 ep09



S4 ep09
New Family

"So, do you have any other family members? Is there anyone else we should be aware of?” Kenya asked.
"My Uncle Frank."
"Oh, yes, your Uncle. And what about your father, is he still around?"
I freeze all of a sudden. My eyes fall onto my empty plate. I open my mouth to speak, yet the words take forever to come out.
"He left me when I was a baby, so, um...”
Somehow I can't continue.
A hush sweeps over the table.
"Well..." Kenya says in an uplifting way. "...we should all tell Iva a little about ourselves. If we want to survive we need to get along. Lets start with me. I was born in Africa but raised in America. Im the daughter of a teacher and a doctor. Im a very spiritual person. The thing I love to do the most is simply enjoy life."
She looks to her right at Jessica.
"Its your turn Raven," she notifies her.
Jessica places her fork down before speaking.
"Hey, Im Jessica,” she says with a cheek full of food.
Shes definitely not good with table manners, but it complements her tomboyish approach.
“My real name is Raven." Jessica continues. "I like to play the drums and, um, Im a big movie buff. But Im mostly into action movies," she takes a pause to think, "um, Im very easy to get along with."
Eric snickers next to her.
"Just don't make her mad," he says quietly out the side of his mouth.
"Why did you have to say that?" she looks at Eric with her face flipping almost instantly with rage.
"Say what?" he plays a fool, keeping a straight face.
"You know what you said," she counters.
"You two stop this nonsense." Kenya says with seriousness.
Kenya breaks to shake her head.
"I swear you two should've been named Cain and Abel."
"Who would be Cain?" Jessica asks Kenya.
"You would." Eric adds confidently.
"Why am I Cain? Youre the annoying one," Jessica fires angrily back at him.
"Because you are always flipping out on people, thats why," Eric shoots back.
"Both of you are Cain!" Kenya shouts straightforwardly, breaks for a sigh, and continues.
"Next please," she says while soothing her forehead.
Maria and Jason are snickering uncontrollably.
Daniel just shakes his head and continues eating.
"Hey, Im Eric. My real name is Aero. I love doing fun stuff, you know, like jumping out of planes. Im a hardcore adrenaline junky."
“Dont forget to mention starting trouble,” Kenya looks into his eyes fatally.
Eric looks away. She slowly shifts away from Eric and looks at Maria, who is giggling under her breath.
She eventually stops snickering and joins the conversation.
"Im Maria. My real name is Athena and, um…" she ponders for a moment. "… I like shopping and doing cool stuff. Thats about it."
Kenya smiles and almost laughs. She nods to Jason and says…
"Youre next."
He straightens his posture and smirks.
"Im Jason. My real name is Courage. And..." his thought lingers for a moment, "I love cars and baseball, you know, regular guy stuff. Thats pretty much it,” he says in his cool tone.
Soon everyone turns their attention to Daniel.
He looks around slowly at everyone and puffs out air.
"Im Daniel. My real name is Mane. And I..." the words are stuck in his throat, but he gives up trying to force them out. "...I don't know."
He pauses for a lingering amount of time before sliding his chair back.
"Thanks for dinner," he says to Kenya and walks around the table, out of the dining area, and upstairs.
I hear a door shut close in the distance a moment later.
"Don't worry about that Iva," Kenya says. "my son can be odd sometimes. Just ignore him. He likes to be alone."
“A lot,” Maria adds. “Hes, um, a little weird.”
"All geniuses are," Kenya adds. "Hes very intelligent. He locks himself in his room for hours solving his puzzles. Ironic, isn't it? He can solve anything but himself," she shakes her head.
“You havent eaten all day. Youre not hungry at all?” Maria asks me, looking down at my empty plate.
“No, I just cant stomach food right now.”
“If she is not hungry, just let her be.” Kenya tells Maria.
“Not even for peach cobbler?” Jessica asks me. “Shiva makes the best deserts.”
I smile modestly at the thought of a nice plate of warm peach cobbler.
“If you want some, itll be done in five minutes.”
Kenya informs me.
I let the idea linger for a second longer.
“Okay,” I give in.
Soon, Kenya is placing a small plate of peach cobbler in front of me. I grab the fork and look around at all of the eyes staring back at me, waiting. I lift the silver fork off the plate and adjust it between my fingers. You can hear a faint crunching as I sever through the crispy outer layer. I poke into the small portion with my fork and mix it into the syrupy peach sauce before putting it inside my mouth.
The perfect blend of butter, the sweetness of peach, and a hint of tart, drives my taste buds crazy. I smile at everyone as I swallow down.
“So, what do you think?” Kenya asks, grinning hard.
“This is…” I take a break to gather my thoughts, “…the best peach cobbler Ive ever tasted.”
“Thank you. Its always good to hear a compliment now and then,” Kenya says.
“I wish my mom could cook hers like this.” Eric says as he takes a bite of his.
“Thats because your moms taste more like wood.” Maria makes fun of Eric.
“I cant argue about that one,” Eric agrees.
“Hell no, Ill still choose wood any day over your moms food bro,” Jason adds.
Our chuckles grow into genuine laughter...
Soon everyone says their goodnights before breaking into our separate rooms. Jason winks at me and then says, ‘catch you later’, before going into his room.

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Thursday, 11 April 2019

Untamed S4 ep08



S4 ep08
Worry me

I remove the hoarse from my throat.
“Come in.”
The door swings open. I see light pouring in from the hallway and a clutter of silhouettes. I strain my eyes as the light in the bedroom turns on. The five of them walks into my room and close the door.
“Hey,” Maria says to me in a calm voice.
“Hey,” I respond half-heartedly.
A silence sweeps throughout the room for a moment. Jason clears his airways before speaking…
“I just want you to know that were here for you.”
“We all are. Theres no need to be afraid,” Eric adds.
“Its not me I care about. Im afraid for my mother.”
Eric and Jason eye one another. An odd silence shrouds us again but only momentarily.
“You dont have to worry about her. Shell be fine,” Jason assures me.
“Okay,” I reply mildly.
“Is there anything we can do for you?” Maria asks.
The question lingers in my head for a moment.
“I just want to be by myself, for a while.”
“Alright, call us if you need anything,” Maria concludes.
“I will, thanks,” I respond lifelessly.
Suddenly the room becomes dark again. They all exit the room with the door shutting behind them.
Way pass midnight, I finally go to sleep, only to wake up an hour later. For obvious reasons I cant get a good nights rest whatsoever. The tension I felt since my encounter with Hellhound never went away.
Its morning now. Someone knocking at the door disturbs me from my sleep. I sit up in bed and massage my eyes.
“You can come in,” I say in a weak voice.
The door swings open and Kenya walks in smiling at me.
“Hello dear, how did you sleep?”
“I slept okay,” I reply modestly.
“I just wanted to check up on you,” she tells me.
“What time is it?” I ask.
“Its a little pass noon. You must be hungry.”
“No, Im fine actually.”
She breaks momentarily.
“I know youre having a hard time understanding things. Were having a hard time recovering too, from recent events,” her sad eyes fall down onto the carpet for a moment and then back at me.
I know she was referring to Professor Grant.
"Im preparing a nice dinner for us later. You are welcomed to join us if you want to..." she bows her head slightly, " Queen."
After inviting me to dinner, she leaves and shuts the door behind herself.
I spend hours staring up at the ceiling and sleeping in small increments. Before long, night comes over the house once again. As I stare up at the white ceiling, I catch a scent of food. Im too sick to my stomach to eat anything. Still, itll be rude not to go down.
I somehow gather enough motivation to leave my new room. I walk down the hallway with the perfect blend of food and seasonings at my nose. One shy foot after another, I make my way down the steps. I see all of them at a long table, getting the eating utensils prepped.
Suddenly, they stop what theyre doing to gape at me.
"You finally decide to join us," Kenya says with a welcoming smile, "make yourself at home, come on."
I walk over to the table covered with plates and pots of food.
Jason walks over to me and grabs my hand.
"Sit next to me," he says in his normal smooth way.
He does a great job making me smile, even in the worst of times. He pulls a chair back for me and I sink into the cushion.
"Are you hungry?" Kenya asks.
"No not really. I just want to sit, if you dont mind."
"I completely understand," she replies.
"But thank you anyway," I add.
"You dont have to thank me."
Everyone finds a seat and begin to pass around the food. I remain awkwardly stiff with a clean plate in front of me. Soon, I begin to hear the scrapping of folks and chewing. I look around at everyone who is eating and looking back at me.
"So, Iva, can you tell us a little about yourself?"
Kenya asks, breaking the awkward silence.
"What is there to tell?”
She shrugs her shoulders.
"Tell us about your life. Anything you wish to share with us."
"Well, I, um..." I look around the table at everyones eyes, "...I was sick my whole life.” Im starting to feel extremely awkward again, “and, um..."
I take a slight break to think. "...thats about it. That was my life until recently."
"Okay," Kenya says in a low voice.
I can see her eyes regretting asking me that question.
"So, um, I guess Im going spend a lot of time over here, right?" I ask her.
"Yes, its for your own good."
"What about school?" I ask.
Suddenly I hear an eating utensil clatter against a plate.
"School…?" Daniel asks sternly, well, more sternly. "Trust me the last thing you should be worrying about is school."
"Mane…" Kenya looks left into his eyes with a serious stare.
"Noale sacrificed his life for her and she only cares about school."
"Stop it. Shes been through a traumatic experience. Can you not see she's having a hard time?"
Her serious gaze becomes fierce, even Daniel has no choice but to turn away.
"Sorry about my son Iva. I raised him better."
"I didn't mean it like that..." I try to explain.
"Don't apologize, it’s fine," she interrupts.
"So, I guess that Noale was Professor Grant."
"Yes. Before they killed him he called Mane and told him about you, then the connection was cut off." I can hear the grief in her voice.

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Thursday, 4 April 2019

Untamed S4 ep07



S4 ep07
The move

I tense up as we whip left and right through the busy evening commute. Just like the ride to Rochester, the ride back is extremely quick.
The entire time my back was glued to my seat.
The car tires slides to a halt in front of the brick mansion. We empty the vehicle and enter the living room. I see Daniel, fully clothed, leaning against the wall with his arms folded, pondering. I then see Jason on the couch with his hands pressed tighter, also in deep thought.
Kenya is pacing back and forth in the living room with a worried look. They all snap alert as we enter.
“How did it go?” Kenya asks urgently.
“Fine,” Maria responds.
“Did you track them down?” Eric asks Daniel.
“No, they got away,” he answers with regret.
Jason stands up and approaches me with a weak smile.
“Jason…?” I blurt out.
“I am also known as Courage from time to time,” he states.
I cant respond, only shake my head in disbelief.
Kenya walks over to me.
"I called your mother. Everything has been arranged. I told her that you and Maria had made plans to go to the mall, and that youll be spending the weekend."
“But how…?” I ask.
“You dropped your cell in the park.” Daniel says to me in his usual stern way.
Kenya manoeuvres her eyes behind me, looking at Jessica and Maria.
"Athena, Raven, go upstairs and show her to her room. Help her unpack."
"Come on," Maria says while grasping my hand.
Maria and Jessica escort me out of the living room, up the steps, into a long hallway, and into a bedroom. I enter a big room which consist of a queen size bed, a nightstand, and a lamp. Jessica places my suitcase on the bed and empties its contents. I sink down on the bed as they start to fold my clothes.
"So, what happens next? Do I stay here?"
"Yes, for now," Maria responds.
"It will be fine Iva. Your mother will be safe," Jessica says.
Maria and Jessica pause to eye one another, and then continue folding the clothes again. I notice the concern in their eyes as Jessica mentioned my mother.
The look of worry in their eyes only makes my concern for my mother grow. They then put my belongings into the closet for me.
The room stays silent as they finish folding the remaining shirts and tuck them away neatly. Then the room door swings open and Kenya enters.
"How are you feeling?” she asks with gentle eyes.
“Im scared. What if something happens…?” I take a pause to swallow. “…can you protect her?”
I wait for Kenya to respond to my question which takes her a while.
“Unfortunately, Iva, youre our main priority right now. Were your only protection. For now, we'll keep her unaware. She can't linger here. The wolves can easily use her against you."
“There must be another way, right?”
“Dont worry we are making phone calls. More of us will arrive very soon. They will protect her. But as of right now, we cant. Youre our main focus.”
I sigh again before speaking.
"But those herbs…will they work?"
"Yes, they naturally grow here. They are great at masking scents. I mixed seeds with them, they will mature very quickly."
She looks behind me at Maria and Jessica.
"Come you two. Lets give her time to herself."
Jessica and Maria obey and exit the room.
“You should give your mother a call. She seems a little concerned about you. Heres your phone back.”
I grab the phone from her with a nervous hand, and then I take another pause to settle my emotions.
“I just dont want anything to happen to her. She means a lot to me.”
“Iva, nothing will happen to her,” she assures me.
I would feel a whole lot better if I didnt notice the tinge of worry on her face.
“She seems like a good person,” Kenya smiles mildly. “I would never forgive myself if anything happened to her. Thats why its best that you stay away from her. The wolves wouldnt hesitate to use her to lure you in.”
I cant respond. My burning throat will not allow me speak. I just nod at her understandingly. She leaves and closes the door behind herself. A second later, I feel my hand vibrating. I look down at my phone and see my moms picture under the words, ‘incoming call’. I take some time to recover. I press my tears back into my eyes with my fingers as I prepare the phone next to my ear and press the accept icon.
“Hey mom…” the words comes out weakly, therefore I pause to clear my throat. “…whats up?” Im trying to sound as normal as possible.
“Hey, I heard youre hanging out at a friends house.”
“Yes, Im at Marias.”
“Thats strange, you never told me about her.”
She says suspiciously.
“I brought her up before, you probably forgot about it.”
A pause lingers between us two. I know she feels something strange is going on.
“Well, its good to hear that you made friends. Itll help you get your mind off of things. Hey, theres no school on Monday, right?”
“Right,” I reply.
“Your Uncle wants to hangout. We should all go out together sometime next week.”
“Okay, sounds great.”
“I wont hold you up sweetie. Have fun with your friends. And tell Kenya to call me in the morning. And stay safe.”
“I will.”
“Ill talk to you later.”
“Okay, I love you mom.”
“I love you too.”
The connection dies, yet the phone remains at my ear. I lower the phone and break back into distress mode. I blow out slowly and bury my face into my hands. For about two hours, I stay in this exact position, bathing in total silence. My brain is going crazy with thoughts.
So many questions have finally been answered, yet all I want now is to forget the truth. I also thought about my mom and her safety, constantly. I can't help but feel worried about her, especially with these memories of Hellhounds incredible strength and speed. She wouldn't stand a chance against him. That thought alone frightens me more than Hellhound himself.
I can see her in my head, over and over like a DVD player on repeat, calling for help but no one is there to aid her. I fight hard to rebel against these kinds of thoughts. She's fine, she's fine, I keep telling myself repeatedly. I sigh for the thousandth time. Controlling my breathing helps me keep those bad thoughts at bay.
Shade blankets my window, yet I dont feel a bit tired. I never moved from this position. Im now sitting in the dark looking down at the obscure carpet below my feet, still thinking about a million things at one time. Suddenly, I hear gentle knocks at the door.

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