Cinda Williams Chima Books Novels & Stories

in between her stories and laugh like we are meant to be talking about other lives. "How are you so current?", I asked. "Press club vice president. Need all the info I can get and why would I keep all these to myself?" We all laugh. Chidimma's phone dings, I watch her closely as she reads the text, her brows furrow and she bites the corner of her lower lip. "I have to go, I will see you later", she said not looking up from her phone. "Keep my notebook safe", she looks at me and I can see from how her eyes fall immediately that she knows I understand there is something wrong and then she goes out of the class.

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"Should I continue?" "Of course! I am listening to everything you have to say about authors. I want you to mention more authors you have inside that brain of yours. Mention some African authors or some South American authors." "I love Gabriel Garcia Marquez' work," Blackwheel continued. "I love the style, composure and tempo he provides. It excites me a lot even though I have read only, 'One hundred years of solitude.' Then, there is Buchi Emecheta for her touching romantic voice. Then there is African great writer, Chinua Achebe who has provided the platform for other great African writers to showcase their talent and skill in writing. Then, there is Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie for her modern

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_______________ ~TROPES♾️~ - Lies - Death - Deception - Forced Marriage - Betrayal - Blood - Gunshots - Books - Love - Revenge - Rivalry…etc♾️. PROLOGUE ♾️ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ NAOMI ALESSANDRO CINDY is a 25yrs old writer,not just any writer,a famous writer known across America and outside america. She is a fair pretty lady,with the body of a goddss and long blonde hair. She is extremely beautiful and had a thing for tattoos.

The entire hall smells of old books and bleach. Row after row of neatly lined books with their spines facing outward, colour-coded with dots, fiction section arranged in alphabetical order. She scanned slowly until her eyes met Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie's "Half of a yellow sun". She took it out, and then went behind in search of a place to sit and devour the book.

"Cameron Williams, do you take Nia Sangretti as your lawfully wedded wife, and promise to be faithful to her for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish her until death do you part?" The eyes of Cameron were fixed on me, gaze soft, resting in mine, and while the words of the priest broke out, I caught the glee which had rushed to his face. "I do" "Nia Sangretti, do you take Cameron Williams as your lawfully wedded husband, and promise to be faithful to hik for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish him until death do you part?" I knew my answer. "I do"

The witches explained that although they couldn't kill the vampire part of them, they could make it dormant so that it would only surface when Lisa or the baby called upon it, otherwise it would appear as if it didn't exist. Kamar, Alora, the witches, and Lisa, carrying the baby, head to the cabin. A half-mile walk was all it took to get to the cabin. Alora, Kamar, and Lisa and the child were the only people who could see the cabin after the witches placed protective wards on it; otherwise, it was invisible to everyone.

The moment my fingertips touched the carving— The world disappeared. Blood. So much blood. White wolves knelt in enormous stone circles. Hundreds of them. Priestesses. Each wore flowing crimson robes instead of white. A woman stood before them. Her hair was completely white. Except for crimson streaks running through it like fire. Her eyes... They were mine. She smiled sadly. "The last daughter has come." I couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. She walked toward me. "You have waited long enough." "Who are you?"

Avril said and bowed her head For a few seconds the girls were quiet. “then you have to be strong for yourself. You can pull through this” the first black girl said again. “thank you” “by the way I'm Chidi. I'm half Nigerian and half Kenyan” “it's nice to meet you Chidi” “by the way, how did they get you?” Nana asked “I was walking through a lonely bush path. They ambushed me and... and...” the words stuck in her throat