Novel & Cerita Mecojo Ami Hermana Borracha

“How can my mate… my mate… be my enemy? No, no, this can’t be happening. The Moon God wouldn’t do this to me!” Tears welled in her eyes, blurring her vision. She turned and ran to her room, collapsing onto her bed, burying her face in the soft covers as sobs wracked her body. “I searched for my mate… my whole life, I searched,” she choked out between cries. “And now he’s here, standing before me… but I can’t accept him. I can’t, because he’s my enemy. He came here to kill, not to claim me.”

Max says calmly, interrupting my raging thoughts. I take a sip of the whiskey from the fully stocked cart in the corner, left behind from the previous tenant. It tastes cheap and I can tell it’s been watered down, but what the hell? I’ll have to get Max to replace it with real alcohol some other time. “Boss? What do you need me to do?” Max asks, his tone now more serious. I swallow another mouthful of the cheap whiskey before I relay my orders, “Bring her back.” I walk right up to Max, my eyes burning with pure hatred and revenge.

"Jake. Since you enter, your eye no dey comot for him back. Ri, abeg tell me say I dey imagine." Rihanna’s throat closes. "You’re imagining." Amaka stares, then sighs. "Good. Because that one na fire you no fit quench." She squeezes Rihanna’s wrist, hard. "No spoil your life." She leaves before Jake returns. Rihanna washes the plates twice because her hands won’t stop shaking. Jake comes back smelling of petrol and sweat. He dumps the keg by the door. "Amaka don go?" "Yeah." "You okay? You look..."

“Med student. Columbia, but crashing here for the weekend. Mom’s getting married tomorrow.” Enzo’s eyebrow lifted slightly. “Sounds like a reason to drink. What are you having?” I shrugged. “Whatever’s strong but won’t knock me out. I’m not here to black out.” He flagged the bartender with a casual flick of his wrist. Two whiskeys appeared. He slid one toward me but didn’t push. “To new environments and bad decisions?” I clinked my glass against his. “To surviving tomorrow.” We talked. Or rather, we shouted over the music at first about small things.

He wanted them to lead their life in guilt. “SO Boys take your drink because I am going to tell you about my N , My confidence, My Buddy , my companion , my BFF and just like Emma my sister…or you can say more than that.” “What? SHe was your sister…I mean.. you?” Amber asked stutterly

Chapter 42 **********Amira******** I was overwhelmed with the issues, I needed to step out, I couldn’t allow my kids see me breakdown in tears so I went to this bar to have a drink. I had gulped down a few bottles of brandy done my throat without considering anything, all I wanted was for something that would make me forget about Alpha Andre and the whole troubles. A strange guy looked up to me, I was tipsy already, he had this strange smile on his face but I was too drunk to care.

We both get back to work while Miko just stares at us. “Why?” I asked him. “You both are cute hyungs!” he said cutely. “Just get back to work Miko. Here’s the coffee latte and blue lemonade.” Aikon said shoving the drinks to him. “Now go and serve it.” “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Killjoys.” Miko muttered as he left. “Don’t forget to come back for the cheesecake and the blueberry muffin!” I shouted at him. He just waved his hand. I shook my head chuckling. “He really is still a kid.”

Megan had stop mid-lipstick touch up and looked over at Maria. “Hmm, no…can’t say I did,” she shrugged. I sighed and sat on the bed. When my friends made up their minds about something, there was no talking them out of it. Rachel returned carrying four shots of some sort of golden liquid. I didn’t care what it was, I just hoped it was strong. She handed one to Megan, and I grabbed two for myself. “Hey!” Maria said. “One of those was mine!” I downed both quickly, then grimaced and shook my head. Those were strong. “Alright, bitchachos. I’m ready,” I said, standing. “Let’s go find us some men.”

"You owe me that much!" I took a shaky breath, tasting salt on my lips. "My parents are estranged. They're gone. It's just me and my two sisters: Skye, the one you met, and Ami." I paused, my cheek burning, my head pounding like someone was driving nails into my skull. Tears streamed down my face in rivers I couldn't stop. "Ami is my baby sister. She has a severe heart condition. She hasn't opened her eyes in over a year, Jace. She's been in a coma for over a year."

The club was booming, I had only been here an hour and Max was already drunk. I see my friend Mark from my high school days come my way, holding a tray full of bright-colored shots. "Hey Leo, how's the show going?" My friend Jack asks, shouting over the music. "You're so lucky, Amanda is so fucking hot!" Jack then hands me a shot, gripping his own in his hand. I laugh and down the shot with him, instantly feeling the back of my throat burn as the liquid goes down my throat.