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Chapter seventy-two(I).
Mokunfayo Badmus:
It was the nerve she had to push past me after wishing me a 'merry Christmas' with her annoying little voice that snapped me out of my momentary shock. I reached Bisi in two strides and yanked her by her arm, it took ever bit of self control to not reach out and shred her to pieces.
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Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect Chapter seventy-two(II).
I tried my best to play the host to Dante for the rest of the afternoon, as well as ignoring the white bitch that was my sister. Fortunately for everyone, she tried her best to steer clear of me and gave herself a tour of the apartment while Dante distracted me with the stories of the past thirteen years I'd missed out on in his life.However, even though he had
Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect Chapter seventy-three.
Almighty Mike:Fuhad was planning something big, I could feel it.
Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect Chapter seventy-four.
Mokunfayo Badmus;It was always tall talks until the time came for execution, nobody knew that better than I, facing off with the second most important person in my ex-boyfriend's fraternity, in the presence of an entire audience of murderers, armed with nothing but my fists and the will to kill the smug bastard that leaned against the brick w
Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect Chapter seventy-five.
Almighty Mike:"My dad once told me a family secret on my sixteenth birthday."
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Almighty Mike:"My dad once told me a family secret on my sixteenth birthday."
Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect Chapter seventy-six (I).
Mokunfayo Badmus:I wondered why Fuhad kept staring at me like I'd grown two heads, and at the same time staring like I'd killed his puppy, that was if he even had the heart to keep one.
Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect Chapter seventy-five.
Almighty Mike:And the death-like stare lasted lesser than a second before she bike off the connection a thud followed, but only took that millisecond stare to notify me that the worst I feared had happened.
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If only the Almighty Mike would allow me to slide just as peacefully into the comforting arms of sleep though, then that would have been a miracle. He'd climbed into my bed and rolled off the sheets from my body before I could even begin to comprehend what was happening."Mokunfayo, I need to know what happened at the facility?" As if the proximity to which his
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