Perjodohan Novels & Stories

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A dark-skinned guy with full hair wearing silver studs asked as I walked out after the final blessing. "Do I come to church often?" I asked him, amused. "Yes, I come to church often." Church was just a walk home, so I was going to get a few things from Food Co on my way. "I'm Jerome." He introduced himself, walking beside me. I nodded. "You are?" He asked. "Christiana." I said dryly, switching on my phone. "I have never seen you around here." He said before my phone started ringing almost immediately. I took the call, taking in a deep breath.

] [Someone who fights over an apple leaving is probably for the best. [Don’t blame yourself. You didn’t do anything wrong.] When I saw those comments, I didn’t feel much at all.

It was as if Jordan had summoned the best he had to offer from across the world. Aaron did see one familiar face and attempted to wave to Jamie, who was seated far on the other side of the room. The Healer must not have seen him though, and he hoped he had a chance to speak to him later. They hadn’t worked together since the Ripper case and that had been years ago.

That was four years ago. “I don't believe it! Diana?” To her, the night lit up. She looked at him from head to toe. He looked better now than before. Tall, with tanned skin. In the modern style of today's guys. He wore his hair in a small ponytail, a three-day beard, and eyes more golden than the best Scotch whiskey. Nose outlined. His body exuded arrogance, confidence, and determination. They had met after a long time many times, as he had become a partner in the company where he worked. He was practically her “Big Boss”.

Hope you are enjoying Rejected so far. Ellie xo

“There is a man who claims to be a friend of yours here to collect something. Should we show him to the backroom?” The backroom was a place for secret dealings. Those who worked for Jericho knew better than to question his business. He went by many names and was famous for many reasons in this industry. For those sluts in his invitation-only VVIP BDSM club, he was a very popular bottom dom. Drinkers who liked his rip-off prices and prime security called him Mama Jerry. However, his bouncers and customers in Dawn’s line of work knew that he was also known as JJ, the informant who drowned his enemies with honey.

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“But Papa, this is absurd. I was with you all through the night, and after the festival, we had returned home together. How could I possibly attack the Town Crier?” “I am not here to argue with you.” Maazi Chidi groaned like a wounded dog, “As you can see, I bought a new wooden gong this morning” He flared the object in the air, “I came to report you to your father. Mend your ways, Jidenna. Wepu aka enwe n’ofe.” “Papa,” Jidenna said, turning to his father as if asking for help, “I don’t know what this man is talking about.”

he said and while she looked at him curiously, he retrieved a similar ring he had given her to wear before- Silver with dots of sparkling blue. "This is a replacement." he said. "It's a special order. And it's very expensive. You cannot find this in any store because it's special. Look closely." She saw the engraving of the letters POD. She stared at him wondering what the letters meant. "D for Donovan." he explained. "P. O for point one. When you wear it, you wear my mark. Do not lose it again. Understand?" "Yes." "Considering the trouble you're in, I don't think that answer was for me, do you?"