England, (Cookie)
Author's note: some chapters would be in a first persons POV from now on. Note that. Thanks.
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Something soft hit my head but I continued sleeping, then a nip on my skin followed by slaps on my poor leg but I just couldn't open my eyes, they were heavy with sleep.
Then the unexpected happened, a pair of hands dragged my legs downwards, I struggled to stay on the bed as I gripped the sheets but it seems like my efforts was not enough because the next thing is i fell face flat on the floor.
England (Jordan)Some years after."Make a wish and blow off the candle already, Jordan"I gave Deardre a look which meant that she should leave the little boy alone and let him do his thing.Jordan turned five today and Deardre's hosting a little party in her house. Martina, Melanin and I are the only ones invited for the party cause Deardre doesn't like attention and crowd.She likes it simple.
Author's note: Error!! Please readers do not read this chapter......Something soft hit my head but I continued sleeping, then a nip on my skin followed by slaps on my poor leg but I just couldn't open my eyes, they were heavy with sleep.Then the unexpected happened, a pair of hands dragged my legs downwards, I struggled to stay on the bed as I gripped the sheets but it seems like my efforts was not enough because the next thing is i fell face flat on the floor."Ooowwwn!" I rubbed my nose, if I was white,
There is been a glitch so the chapter repeated and as the author, I can't delete it so please do not read this chapter!!! Thankss."Make a wish and blow off the candle already, Jordan"I gave Deardre a look which meant that she should leave the little boy alone and let him do his thing.Jordan turned five today and Deardre's hosting a little party in her house. Martina, Melanin and I are the only ones invited for the party cause Deardre doesn't like attention and crowd.
England (Cookie)I'm writing a story about a girl who's Dad is her enemy, she has no body, no love, nothing. Just her and her frustrated self but the thing is she is not someone who's going to give up, she's still pushing on, trying to be somebody in life. I guess the book has something to do with my life but not exactly, my character doesn't run away from home (like I did) and my character doesn't have a mom, friends or any sibling, in fact aside from her Dad she's also bullied in school. In my book I'd been able to express the pain she goes through but how she's trying hard to conquer it is more important. I didn't just pick up a pen and start writing, I sat down in a quiet place so I could put so much thoughts into it before writting it.
Warning: Steamy content!!+2 years later:•••••°•°•••••lagos, Nigeria (Fabby)Fabby's POV:After a long day at work, I drove home tired and hungry. When I entered my sitting room and switched on the lights, what I saw shocked me. "What are you doing here?" I asked her, still wondering how she managed to enter my house without the keys cause I was sure my door was locked when I went to work and I was the only one who has the keys.
"I'm not perfect. I have scars left by people who did me wrong"- Anonymous. fabian POVLagos, Nigeria.******-----******"Fabby somebody wants to see you".I nodded, wondering whom that somebody was. Uncle Kayode gestured to his grandson, Wilson and the boy went into one of the inner rooms to get me the unexpected visitor that wanted to see me. About two minutes later, a number of about eight people came out and met us in the sitting room. "Aunty Bisola?" I was shocked to see her standing there, she couldn't even look at me, I guess it was because of shame. I noticed she looked thinner and darker compared to the pretty, light skinned woman I used to know. Her husband didn't really change, he was still pot-bellied, dark and a little bit chubby.I could recognize the other six people, they were their children. "Yes Aunty Bisola and her husband here.." He pointed at Aunty's husband "Wants to have a word with you" Uncle Kay explained. I stood up to leave, immediately he said that "I'
Do you know that Deardre is one of our MC and also the reason why I entitled the book 'Amended hearts'?..... Well now you know..****°•°****Deardre's POV:"Nigeria is hot" I wiped my now sweating brows. We'd been in a taxi cab for almost an hour now to what Cookie said to be 'Lagos' traffic.I just thank God I didn't forget to bring along some hats, hand fans and sunglasses cause seeing how the weather is, I think I'd be needing plenty of those until I eventually leave for England.I sighed 'I just pray I did not make a wrong decision traveling to Nigeria with Cookie, I just hope my Prince Charming is here..'"Oga" I heard Cookie say from the back seat, I guess she was referring to the driver as 'Oga'.
Author's note: Error!! Please readers do not read this chapter......Something soft hit my head but I continued sleeping, then a nip on my skin followed by slaps on my poor leg but I just couldn't open my eyes, they were heavy with sleep.Then the unexpected happened, a pair of hands dragged my legs downwards, I struggled to stay on the bed as I gripped the sheets but it seems like my efforts was not enough because the next thing is i fell face flat on the floor."Ooowwwn!" I rubbed my nose, if I was white,