Novelas y relatos de Mojojojo

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Yan muttered, but he didn’t know what to say, to use as an excuse. Moore just smiled. “I know.” He just said, since he really knows everything. So, Yan decided to drop this topic and return to the topic before. “What is this foreign variable?” he asked Moore. A foreign variable is something that is not recorded by Heaven and would likely affect the fate of every being in this world. So, Heaven is doing its best to list down these variables and know as much as it could about these variables.

Tamara said her softly and she nodded. "This one cannot even hurt fly." Chidera said coming back a container of Minimie chin chin. "Why are you guys always eating everything in my house?" Christiana asked as Tamara and Chidera got comfortable on her couch eating the chin chin. "You are under James' N*****x account abi?" Chidera asked switching on the Television. "No o, she's under Deji's account. I'm using it too." Tamara stated and Chidera nodded. ***********

I opened the laptop to continue the pending work that required my attention. [Knock! Knock!!Knock!!] "Come in", I muttered The doorknob turned, and Jojo walked in holding a tray of dessert cakes and orange juice in her hand as she approached me with a warm smile gracing her lips. Jojo is the oldest maid in the mansion.

Imani charged at me again, but the voice I had waited for made her freeze instantly. “Moaning whose name?” Jojo chirped in, waking up from behind. ******

“Forgive you.” “Uh, they like flowers or chocolate and I think a sincere apology might suffice.” “I don't think those things will work on this particular one,” I mumble, tasting the bitter coffee. “Maya.” My face becomes cold, my heart-wrenching at the mention of her name. “Uh, try a softer approach like showing you appreciate her efforts.” “So you're saying beg her.” “Precisely.” I slid on my chair dismissing him. I click my laptop and check my email. One from Don Moye sits at the top, and I immediately regret clicking it.

Cricket I had a proposal due to Jeremy Marville, the owner of the company, no later than two this afternoon and I’d been staring at a blank computer screen for the past twenty minutes. When Maisie had sold her multi-million-dollar sex toy company, she’d made some provisions for me. Firstly, she’d promoted me from her assistant to Marketing Director, then elicited a promise from Jeremy that I’d have one year to prove myself. If I couldn’t make myself indispensable to him, I was on my own.

"Hey guys, I'll like you to meet my best friend, who's also my older sister and my mom all in one. Her name is Mel." Jojo pulled Mel to the front, and it was only a matter of time until the girls warmed up to Mel's wits, charm, and humor.

"He's fucking Nadia." Silence. "Marcus?" "Address. Now." "I'm fine. I just…" "Elara Vonross, if you don't tell me where you are right now, I will track your phone and show up with a baseball bat and a very bad attitude." I told him. He was there in fifteen minutes. The club was loud and dark and exactly what I needed. Marcus worked at Eclipse, a strip club downtown that pretended to be upscale. He got us into the VIP section, poured me something strong and sweet, and let me sit in silence while dancers moved on stage.