Mah Boi Novels & Stories

Professor Joseph explained. “So now let us start our class,” “We all know that white mahò users are assigned attributes classified into six categories namely: The four main elements, the manipulators, the sub elements, the physical prowess, the natural, and the aberrant. Can anyone tell me what the four main elements are?” the professor ushered a mahò user that raised his hand to stand. “The four main elements are, water, fire, wind, and earth” the mahò user in glasses answered.

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Amahle POV Chipo : It's funny how you suddenly gained interest in school things Me : Nxaa, let's just get this assignment over and done with My marks have increased, all thanks to my man who helps me study as well as encourages me to study with Chipo at home. Chipo : You are not eating the snacks, are you ok Amahle. These days you don't like eating Me : Am ok Chipo, am not hungry Chipo : l never thought that l would see this day when you say no to food Me : Ehh, you want me to be fat like you Chipo : You are moody these days. By the way am not fat, l have meat girl Me : Whatever My phone beeped indicating a new message, " Tell your boyfriend to buy you airtime because you two are finishing

"But she's really hot and I really like her boobies, and other than this one thing it's been really great so far." You couldn't help but facepalm a little. "Did you just say 'boobies'?" "Well, yeah. She has really great ones," Mosche said. "Like, you kinda saw them that time you walked in, right?"

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Angelina snorted. "I'm guessing, your boyfriend must be inconsiderate, right?" Alex smiled wryly when she said that. "You don't even know him, so don't judge him so carelessly. Don't you realize it's my boyfriend you're mocking?" sneered Angelina. Alex chuckled sarcastically. "I don't need to know him to judge him," Alex said confidently. "Don't be such a big shot. Who the hell are you?" Angelina sneered again. "I'm Alexander Dominik, and everyone says I'm great." Alex boasted. Angelina only replied with a snort.

# Bonus Chapter 13: The Boyfriend His name was Daniel Park. He was seventeen. He drove a sensible car, got decent grades, and had the misfortune of falling for Emma Morrison—whose father was Duke Morrison, president of the Riot Kings, six foot two, two hundred and fifteen pounds, and deeply opposed to the concept of teenage boys. Emma brought him home on a Sunday. Presented him at the front door like she was presenting evidence in a trial. "This is Daniel. He's been driving me to school for two weeks and I should have mentioned it sooner but I wanted to make sure he wasn't weird first." She looked at Duke. "He's not weird."

She didn't even know his age. "I'm 20." "Good, your age mates are getting engaged!" He scoffed, engaged? 21st century? "I'm not interested... And she has a boyfriend." There was a pause. "Touchè, there are still many other girls out there. Come on, you have the looks and the charisma." "I'm not interested." He stated simply. "From your tone, I have a good feeling you have stopped your man whore phase?" He chuckled, stopping to lean against the wall, "I have."

"The future Don of the richest and most feared Mafia family in the whole world." She reached over and lightly tapped Lia's forehead. "And he fell in love with a girl who apologizes to chairs after bumping into them." Lia looked offended. "They have feelings too." Emma blinked. "The chairs?" Emma stared at her for another second before letting out a dramatic sigh. Lia crossed her arms. "My point is that he really likes me.” Emma laughed. Not the sweet kind of laugh a best friend was supposed to give, but the merciless laugh that screamed, Sweetheart, reality is about to hit you with a frying pan.