Some people like the cookie. Some like the cream. I like them together, with some milk of course. But, I'm not talking about Oreos. Nope. This is my life. ___________________ BWWM ___________________ ©All Rights Reserved 2014. Disclaimer: read this book at your own risk. It's terrible. I was extremely young when I wrote this and did not know better. This book is an apt example of "it gets better" (or more tolerable) if you manage to stick around til chapter 17-18.

BWWM [Synopsis inside] [In Process of Editing and Beginning Chapter Reconstruction]

"Following these traditional good girl ways, I learnt to cook, clean and sweep at the age of 8. Today I am 16 year old and all I do is cook, clean and sweep, preparing myself for the days when I turn 21 and cook, clean and sweep for eternity while my husband-the doctor/lawyer/engineer/rich man/ Igbo to the core-goes about his daily business making money to provide for me and my 4 children who will be First In All Their Classes." Ifeoma Asika is an 18-year-old girl from Lagos, born into Nigerian Elite. She is First In All Her Classes (as she was born to parents who were First In All Her Classes), beautiful and talented. She speaks fluent Igbo and drives around in tinted Range Rovers, unaware of the evils that lurk. Cynical and world-weary, she dreams of a life untouched by Nigerian values and Marriage. She lives a repeated life of school, housework and church desperate for a chance to do something different. Then comes Bankole. He's unlike anyone she has ever met. He is the tall muscular son of her father's new employee. With his close-shaven head, rapid-fire Yoruba, his free spirit, he is a light at the end of the tunnel. When-in a series of unfortunate events-she finds herself pregnant, disowned, expelled and in debt to the local dibia, she seeks the help of Bankole in which they find the one thing they have both been looking for. #weneeddiversebooks

"Don't stop." I moan as he rocks in and out of me. Showing no mercy on my swollen body. I knew what we were doing was wrong but I couldn't bring myself to end it. His thrusts are merciful and I love every one and receive it like it's Christmas day. He kisses my neck, grabbing my waist and pounds into me. He was also rough during these times. When I had to sneak out and come see him. It was his way of showing his ownership of me. Showing me that he is who I belong to. No matter who I am with. We come together in sweet bliss. Him biting my neck for sure leaving yet another hickey. And me screaming out his name.

walking home in the cool spring day the feeling of being by myself nothing but me and my personal thoughts. ''Oh MY GOD'' I fell down on the dirty sidewalk looking down seeing how could I fall then I notice the blue high heels and knew it was her. ''STAY AWAY FROM MY MAN BITCH OR WORSE WILL COME TO YOU.''

"You never told us about the wind messages!" Elsa exclaimed and grinned. "Oh, that is a fascinating legend, indeed... Alright, get comfy girls. Ahem..." She cleared her throat. "This is a legend my grand mummy told me. Let's see... If you write a letter, and let the wind carry it, the one who replies is your true love." Elsa is a complete hopeless romantic, and grew up wanting to meet her true love. When she makes a letter for the wind, Hiccup receives it and replies... Modern Hiccelsa AU. (Some) Characters are OOC. I don't own any pictures used.

Faith Mitchell was never confident. She was happy to blend into the background, much to the protest of her friends. At 16, her life was a normal teenage cliche. She was in love with Jace, the obnoxious player who she couldn't have, and her biggest worry was whether or not he would finally come to his senses and see that she really was the one for him. That is until she is kidnapped and recruited by a secret agency of assassins. She is torn away from her normal teenage life and thrown into a world of guns, knifes and criminals. The agency mold her into the perfect killing machine, and at 19 she is no longer the shy girl that was snatched away from her uncomplicated life, but a ruthless killer who will stop at nothing to complete whatever mission she is on. Then, the agency has a new mission which involves Faith returning to her hometown, and facing her friends, family and the very boy who broke her heart just before it turned into stone. What will happen once Faith comes face to face with Jace? Will the obnoxious player be able to reach out and get the old Faith back without pressing any of her wrong buttons, considering that the shy girl he once knew now has a gun. (WATTY AWARDS 2011) (THE FICTION AWARDS 2017) ©makeandoffer