บททั้งหมดของ Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Almighty Mike:Staying away was fucking hard when Angel was hellbent on trying to get closer. It killed me earlier to watch my arrival bring a smile to her face and just walked away like she didn't look so damn sexy in that dress that accentuated her in just the right places, with her er hair cascading down her should

 "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

***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

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. 

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.