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Chapter sixty-eight (II).
Almighty Mike:
After being released from another lap of never-ending mental tortures; nightmares, memories and mayhap, horrifying prophecies for the nearest future, Angel presence, that would be sure to illuminate the darkness that threatened to overcome me and soothe away the heavines
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Mokunfayo Badmus."Is this how you intend to capture the second in command of a notorious fraternity? Is this how you plan on killing him?!"
Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect Chapter sixty-nine (II).
Almighty Mike:Shit had hit the fan quite faster than I expected it to. The look in Angel's eyes when I was done basking in the pleasure of ending the bitch's life and finally noticed her standing a few feet into the room, that look would scar me for life. I was sure.
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It was weird to be sitting around a table on Christmas after about five years of not observing the tradition. Even the entire imagery of myself, in Trigger's t-shirt and shorts, seated at the head of the oval-shaped table, with a burly, scantil dressed, gay murderer directly opposite me and close to a rebellious nephew that seemed to be avoiding my stare and a talkative niece—who, for some reason, was as quiet as a lamb—was quite the comical portrait of a family.
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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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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
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