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Chapter sixty-one(I).
Mokunfayo Badmus:
"Appearances?"
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Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect Chapter sixty-one.
"Is the plaintiff herself present today?" The judge questioned in a bored tone after a few minutes passed by without another word from me."I'm afraid not, your honour." I jumped at the opportunity to score myself another adjournment, even if the chances of that were very slim. "She still has not recovered from coma as we speak, your honour." And that, I was grateful for. Anot
Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect Sixty-two(I)
Mokunfayo Badmus:I watched my sister recount the horryfying tale of all the terrible things I'd done to her in the past few weeks; I stood in awe as Olabisi admitted to visiting Alex on the said day, but he had broke if off with her with the information that he was engaged and the news had been what upset her to caus
Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect Chapter Sixty-two (II)
***How I'd been able to manage it all the way to the bus stop bench opposite Victoria's Elite was nearly a miracle; It was past midnight, I was a little bit tipsy, I very well knew I reeked of pule as I'd fallen sick on the way over and retched what was left of my insides at different times and locations during the trek over, I was clo
Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect Chapter sixty-three.
Almighty Mike:Fuhad had been right, Angel still had that fierceness about her.
Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect Chapter sixty-four(I).
Mokunfayo Badmus:"It is high time you got yourself a phone, Mokun." Fuhad groaned the moment his phone rang with the Lady Gaga ringtone he'd set for whenever Trigger called —which was almost every hour of the day. I smiled as I collected the device from him and placed it against my ears.
Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect Chapter sixty-four (II).
Whatever it was that Fuhad was planning was shoved to the back of my mind when he came back with loads of decorations, a cake—a tiny cupcake with a single candle on top, but a cake all the same—a laptop and of course, people to help out.Maybe I was just being paranoid after all?
Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect Chapter sixty-five.
Abdul-Jabbar Fuhd:The woman in the room behind the door I leaned on was unlike any other I'd come across; she was fierce, resilient, beautiful—and with brains, kind, a great friend with a heart of gold, and she cared for her own like no other.
Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect Chapter sixty-six.
Almighty Mike:There were a couple of things that came to my mind when Fuhad had promised a surprise in return for my gift, and of all the possibilities I had come up with and prepared adequately for, having Angel walk into the same dimly lit park I sat in, wasn't one of them.
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