Trojan Horse

A Acquaah Jasmine

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After the One World Order and evil president of the World, Graham Redgbrink, introduces the new 'One Way Law'; which means that no man can buy or sell unless they have The Mark and worship an Idol called Tol, a young, ruthless but heroic teenager called Kenneth, after his parents are brutally murdered in a genocide on the Island of Ireland, runs away from the Island of Guernsey. Now known as Zone 8, with his younger brother called Adam, to Zone 11, formerly known as London, after being taken as young children to join the president's Dark Army of soldiers. In what used to be known as London, he is offered the rare opportunity to join an underground, Anarchist movement called 'NO ID'. Since everyone now has the new seven-digit code, a 'Birth Name' on the inside of their left palm, getting The Mark is only the next step. Kenneth longs for real and stable love, a love that will transcend all time and space and as he and destiny collide, after a run-in siege, he finds just that... Follow #TROJANHORSESAGA on Twitter and Instagram.

Sujets

• Fantasy (canción de Mariah Carey)
• Fantasy

Informations

• Publié par: Austin Macauley Publishers Ltd
• Date de parution: 29 mai 2020
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781528967983
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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Trojan Horse
The Beginning of The End Times
Jasmine A Acquaah
Austin Macauley Publishers
2020-06-30
Trojan Horse About The Author Dedication Copyright Information © Acknowledgements Foreword Prelude Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Chapter 43 Chapter 44 Chapter 45 Chapter 46 Chapter 47 Chapter 48 Chapter 49 Chapter 50 Chapter 51 Chapter 52 Chapter 53 Chapter 54 Chapter 55 Chapter 56 Chapter 57 Chapter 58 Chapter 59 Chapter 60 Chapter 61 Chapter 62
About The Author
Jasmine A Acquaah hails from South-East London, Croydon, United Kingdom. She is the daughter of a mental health nurse and healthcare assistant. She hopes to break out as an artistic, thoughtful, and gritty writer who can consider current events and show creativity when inventing strong and lovable characters. To this end, she has earned a bachelor’s degree in advertising. She has written poems, short stories, novels, and songs since she was young. Jasmine is twenty-seven and still lives in Croydon, Surrey, with her family.
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Dedication
For Angel, Afia, Beti, Emifa, Estella, Isaiah, Jessica-Grace, Nadine, Saakyi, and Felicity
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Acknowledgements
Thank you for the voice that always keeps me calm and gives me the best advice, the voice of reason, my Dad, Edmund Acquaah. Thank you for your constant sacrifice, prayers, and spiritual intercession. Hopefully, this book will buy you a house. Thank you to my Mum for all your efforts, visits, and prayers. Thank you to all my sisters, for loving, inspiring, and supporting me. Thank you to my primary school, secondary and sixth form teachers Mrs. Amichund, Mrs. Still, Ms. Hardy and Dr. Ragneth for giving me the best life advice and encouraging me to write and be creative. And finally, thank you to my carers Petrolina Kamabarani, The entire COS Team, and Dr. Isobel Valli for your constant care, thoughts, and encouragement.
God bless you all.

16 It also forced all people, great and small, rich and poor, free and slave, to receive a mark on their right hands or on their foreheads, 17 so that they could not buy or sell unless they had the mark, which is the name of the beast or the number of its name. 18 This calls for wisdom. Let the person who has insight calculate the number of the beast , for it is the number of a man. That number is 666.
—The Holy Bible (NIV)
Foreword
Dear sweet Jesus, thank you for helping during the writing process, from the very first dream and inception of the idea. I would like to thank all the people that bought and supported this book. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. May God bless all your dreams and may they also come true. I would also like to thank all the people that inspired this book and all the music that chilled me out and helped me to keep on writing, escaping writer’s block. Thank you to my main inspiration Matthew Timothy Healy, The 1975, Loreen and Aurora especially, also Selena Gomez, Aitch, Yung Fume, Bryn BP, Harry Styles, Isaiah Theo, One Direction, The Script, Halsey, Lady Gaga, Misha B, MNEK, James Smith, Stormzy, Sophie Plumb and her Ryan, Aleks Josh, Zara Larsson, Kings of Leon, The Telescreen, Lorde, and Justin Bieber and his beautiful wife, last but never the least, DABABIESX, us.
Prelude
It is the year 2055.
The Rapture was exactly ten years ago to this day. Every single Christian in the world was taken up to Heaven.
Those who were left behind now face a long and painful destiny, but for some, there is still hope. The final battle between God and the true evil is still yet to come. The world—or what is left of it—is still governed by the evil Graham Redgbrink. He is the devil incarnate. On planet Earth, only the strongest survive. People fight for themselves; there is no longer any mercy. All religions are forbidden. All except Tolisim. All churches, mosques, synagogues, and temples were burned to the ground. The devil, masked as a human being, Graham Redgbrink, wants to destroy what is left of the humans.
The people must decide, and they have a choice.
Either they repent and follow the true God, Jesus Christ, and reject the Mark of the Beast, or they submit to their idols and to Tol and be punished by the real God. The Royals, the descendants of evil, try everything to keep control of the humans.
Chapter 1
Marie Belle Hinson was sitting alone in the boy’s toilets.
She had had enough.
Of being bullied and pushed around.
It made her want to cry or slit her wrists, but she did not cry anymore, not since her mother had disappeared during the Rapture.
The Rapture—
Ten years ago, the Rapture had taken place. The Biblical Prophecy was fulfilled, and believers who had truly given their life to Christ were all lifted into the air and taken to Heaven to be with Lord Himself, Jesus Christ.
Including Marie and Miranda’s mother, Seraphany Hinson, the first wife of Jeremy Hinson, their father. The love of his life.
He had lost her that night.
They had had a fight. One of the loudest, fieriest, and most passionate arguments they had ever had in their entire relationship.
They had smashed plates, living in the heat of the moment. Seraphany would not give in to Jeremy. She had blatantly refused to give up her faith, Christianity, and get the Mark like everyone else. But Jeremy had tried to persuade her otherwise.
Marie and Miranda were only six years old.
“What about the girls?” screamed Seraphany.
“What about them?” said Jeremy.
“It’s started,” Seraphany said, looking at her husband, also the love of her life, in complete shock.
“Seraphany! I meant when they’re old enough. They’ll get the Mark too. I’m talking about me and you right now.”
“There’s no other way. Everyone’s doing it. This is the only way. That’s what you keep telling me!” she screamed again, smashing a half-filled glass on the floor.
“This is the only way! What else do you suggest, then?” he shouted at her.
“I’d rather steal food than get that thing. It’s demonic. It changes people. Their DNA. It even turns your blood black …” she said, starting to calm down, only to be riled up again.
“Seraphany …” said Jeremy, banging his head against the cupboard.
Seraphany hated it when her husband looked distressed. She then walked over to him, stroking his back softly.
“Baby, please, let’s just listen to Jesus. We’ll steal food for a little bit,” said Seraphany.
Suddenly, he turned around.
“Seraphany. No. You don’t how to,” he said to her.
He started to scratch his left wrist.
“We’ve already had to tattoo the girls with their Birth Name. That’s enough …”
Birth Name—
A seven-digit number tattooed on the inside of the left palm on every human being. Each number is individual for each human being—even twins, for example.
Seraphany noticed Jeremy incessantly scratching at his left wrist.
“Jeremy? What is it?” she asked him, then gasped as soon as he lifted his ratted sleeve to her face.
“I got it already,” said Jeremy. Seraphany stumbled backwards, stepping on glass.
“Seraphany! There’s glass!” he said, but he was too late, as usual.
The glass pierced her left foot.
She screamed and then started crying, not because of the pain but because of Jeremy’s betrayal.
“Baby!” he screamed, making his way to her.
“Don’t touch me! Ever again,” she yelled at him.
“Seraphany. I did it for us and our family. So we could eat. Live,” he tried to explain.
Seraphany looked away from her husband, loose with numbness and the sharp sting of betrayal.
“Fine.”
She then walked out of the kitchen to tend to her children, Marie and Miranda, and put them to bed. They were playing in the garden.
Later that night, Jeremy tried to make amends with his wife. He wanted to touch her, but he was so fearful she would say she was leaving him, so he left her alone, lying there full of doubt and worry on her side of the bed, to think and reflect. He hoped she would forgive him in time, even though deep down he believed he had done the right thing and was not really truly regretful of his behavior, even though he had lied to Seraphany and had got the Mark, a microchip implanted deep inside the bone of his left wrist, without telling or even discussing it with her first.
Keeping secrets was something that they never did. They had based their marriage on love and trust, vowing to protect each other no matter what.
They didn’t even say goodbye or goodnight to each other.
“I’ll always be there for you Jeremy. Always. I love you too much. But I can’t do this.”
The Lord felt for her. He knew her heart was beyond broken.
“At least I don’t think I can … I’ll think about it,” she said to Jeremy. Jeremy heard her but didn’t turn aroun