Ed Fma Novels & Stories

I open the next one from Cambridge and I got in too. "I got in." I say and they all jump up excitedly, Irina hugs and then Sofia hugs me and kisses me gently. "Congrats bro." Rafael says fist bumping me. They're all happy and I should be happy too but at that moment it downed on me that Sofia and I are going to be apart in a few months. "Dad is going to be so happy," Irina says. "Where's mom anyway?" Irina adds. "I don't know, I haven't seen her today." I say.

Any head movements at this point in time were very painful, “They starved you in England didn’t they?” I chuckled. “No...” he sighed wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve, “Just whatever I ate I had to work out double time to get rid of the fat. Because according to my trainer, I wasn’t allowed to lose my Silver Sworn Physique.” He muttered with an eye roll, “stupid contracts.” I watched him devour another scoop, “Well, you’re going to lose it now.” He shrugged shooting me a smirk, “I’ll be back in shape for the sequel.”

Huxley asked again with curiosity. "Bro!" "Fuck!" "That ruined my appetite." Jayla muttered and let go of her pizza on the plate. "Dude, are you dumb? What the fuck is going on in your brain?" Cole growled as he pokes his forehead. "Eleanor, don't you give him pleasure?!" Marco chuckled, Eleanor growled and glared at Marco. "What the fuck did you say?" She snarled. "I was saying, do you pleasure him?" He smirked. "You are dead buddy." She threatened him, showing off the sign that he was dead.

I had branch in Kumasi, and another in Cape Coast, and we shipped to other countries as well. Business was really booming. “If it isn't Cindy Mensah.” A beautiful woman called out snapping me out of my reverie. I smiled uncertainly. “May I know who you are?” She smiled back, a perfect toothpaste commercial smile that showed her perfect teeth. “My name is Amelia Sanders, I'm a representative of Donatella Maruchi. How would you like to be featured in our African Pride week Festival?” I grinned, shaking my head in disbelief. “I'm dreaming, aren't I?”