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Nana asked me as she cast a serious gaze into both of my eyes, but even though my lips were moving and attempting to form words, I was unable to respond. "Do you seriously believe that I am joking with you right now, young lady? I questioned you twice, and each time I said, "Where are you coming from?" It was so terrifying to talk to Nana because her inquiries were so loud and yelling, and the look on her face was enough to strike fear into the hearts and minds of everyone. "Out of the blue, Nana, I just got the urge to go for a stroll and enjoy the fresh air that comes with the morning period of the day." I delivered those comments in a collected manner while glancing aside and avoiding mak

“Are you sure? Nana, it’s late… you’re tired, you’ve barely rested. Maybe it’s —” “I’m not imagining it.” Nana’s voice sharpens. Her breathing is shallow, her pulse loud in her ears. She grips Felicia’s hands. “I can feel my baby. He’s out there. He’s calling for me.” Felicia hesitates, worry filling her eyes. “Nana, it’s dangerous outside. It’s past midnight… please, think —” But Nana’s body moves before her mind does. Her feet step back. Her breath trembles. Her muscles tense like a drawn bow.

_look Nana is here _Who is beside her? Don't tell me the popular singer came with Nana _Blood supports Nana, oh they are so cool _They look good together. _The greatest beauty in the city and blood matches perfectly. Turning around, Nelson looked over, Nana had brought blood with him. Nana did not bring a partner this time but the popular figure that people want to see. Nana seems to have a personal relationship with the popular singer Blood, Blood was wearing a black shirt with a black trousers and a white leather jacket on it. He was exuding a king like aura that was memorable and dignified.

Yuck even I feel creepy whenever I think about it. My nana, my beautiful nana. Her name is Jasmine but I call her Nana. She was 19 when she came to my parents' house. My mother always taunted her unnecessarily because she was young, beautiful, and single. but Nana never left the GREY mansion because of me. She told me that she fell in love at first with me. My black orbs pulled her towards me. I smile at her words. I entered my castle. "GOLDEN SUNSHINE Castle"

After a few minutes, Nana descended the stairs in a flowery dress. Well, I cannot say she is a great beauty, but with her facial expression and the radiance of her skin, she can be approximately described as an angel. Well, it’s almost time for the show. Looking forward to it. Nana descended the stairs and rushed immediately to her father with a smile on her face. "Father, you called for me. Hmm, Aurora, aren’t you gone yet?" she asked Aurora, but the latter didn’t answer and instead looked behind at the man sitting on the canopy with visible anger.

CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED -SEVEN *Alamba beach day!!!!* Nana was already waiting for them in the lobby by the time the elevator dinged open to the down floor. She wore floral beach rompers and brown sandals that were attuned to her skin color. Her braided hair was pulled up into a ponytail. She waved at them furiously as they approached.

Is it crazy that I feel disappointed that is not them? I know that Nana wouldn’t let just anyone in her house, this person needs to be close to her, or be someone she trusts, Nana is a spiritual wolf, she can sense people’s true intentions before they are even in front of her. She is that special, and because of that she lives away from everyone. Nana is a witch, she confessed it to me not long after I arrived and everyday I learn something new about her.

I state to myself, and my two teasing kids chuckle, but I ignore them and try to give myself a small pep talk. “Okay... it’s Jamal. Bambi. He came to talk. I can talk. I hope I can. No, I can. It’s Jamal. Not Bambi. Bambi gives me panic attacks. Well, it’s the same, but... it’s more intimate, so... it’s Jamal,” I say for the last time, ignoring the giggling that my sons can’t seem to stop, then get up, take a deep breath, and before I open the door, I wipe my sweaty, trembling hands on my jeans.

I feel he's just being himself Nana turns to face me squarely, her cold hands sorting mine. I stiffen at the contact "You are the light he desperately needs. I know what I'm saying believe me. Your energy is contagious and I know you can make him happy. I knew from the day I met you" I shift nervously in my seat. My heart pounding wildly in my chest as if it will soon burst out. What is she saying? Is she for real? Do I look like a fucking sun