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Any party I go to, the plan has always been the same thing. Drink, get high, dance, make my friends stop me from doing something crazy like stripping in public, the list goes on. With my rusty red hair, I easily made the creatures with dicks flock all over me like I was their mama duck. In that area, there were three Fs I followed strictly by. Flirt. Fuck. Flee. Simple. Despite my friends never hesitated to name me an alcoholic, I made sure not to drink too much so that the moment dawn reached, I was gone. So they wouldn't have the opportunity to either want more, or beat me into leaving first. I cringed at the first one, and was terrified of the second. I hated being left alone so I did it to others. So tell me how on earth in all my twenty-seven years of being on this earth, I woke up with a stranger in my car? The little dimple faced dude from last night's gender reveal party was in here, by my side, and was... AWAKE. With the most disturbingly cynical smile I had ever laid my eyes on. What the hell? And guess what was the first thing he said to me. "Who knew noble-births liked fucking in a parking lot? Nice tits by the way." SLAP! I found my palm on his stunned cheek.

My sister has always attracted the wrong crowd who didn't hesitate to take advantage of her meek heart. Right from small, Zikora's naïvety always made me fight with every single one of her 'friends'. I have never been comfortable with any of her so-called friendships. Not even the one she was in at the moment with her new roommate. Funny enough was that I actually liked their relationship. It was pure, true, and more of a sisterhood. For the first time in history, Zikora made a true friend. I inwardly approved of the friendship, when the girl in question, didn't think twice in lunging a frying pan at my little sister's ex-boyfriend. And I know as you're reading this, you may ask yourself, what was my issue then? My issue wasn't with the friendship, but the babe herself. Her appearance reminded me of that Disney princess that had the complexion of a vampire. Snow White, very innocent looking creature. But that girl was the definition of a werey in disguise. Chineke ekwela! And I know you've already started judging me as the problematic character already. I am not problematic, she is. You may begin to think that okay I'm probably overreacting. Oga, Aunty, I am not overreacting. On the first day of meeting her, this babe carried her old fashioned okrika shoe that looked like it suffered for nineteen years, and threw it at the glass of my car while I was driving. Aunty, ha si na hel zipụ gị, ma-ọbụ site n'oké ọhịa ọjọọ dị n'obodo m? {did they send you from hell, or from the evil forest in my village?} That one is her business sha. She should just carry her small bum bum and stay on her own, because she's really getting on my nerves. I don't blame her, because she knows she's fine. That's why she's doing all this bullshit. But all that I know is using the word 'mad' in a sentence, I would say; Biboere Mirabel Madagascar is a MAD WOMAN. Come and fight me.

"What happened to the Villain?" and "Who truly is she?" The Villains never get a story, so what's happening now? What happens when her perfect little life gets snatched from her? What happens when she gets snatched from HIM? She was supposed to hate him, forget him...wasn't she? Winter doesn't exist in L.A, so how come Snow has emerged?

A lot has changed and happened after six years......including the unbelievable..

"You lied to me! And that sorry stunt at the Cafeteria during lunch last week was just to woe me then you could use and dump! Here I was thinking we could be something and-" I cut her off. I suddenly became annoyed. "What?" My mood changed immediately. "Let's get this straight, I don't date. Nor will I ever. We are not dating, nor will I ever date you. That is not my thing. I just fuck and move on." I bluntly told her the truth. If she was expecting a relationship from me then hell no. I don't do that. And I can never. That's not my thing. "Wow." She said as I released her wrists and stepped back away from her. "Fuck and move on." She let out a shaky breath. "Exactly." I raked my hair with my fingers. "Isn't that what we agreed on?" I flung my hand in the air while the other was in my pocket. "Agreed on what?" She said as if she didn't hear me. *** What happens when the normal life of a feisty mestiza gets tampered by the king of all fuck boys in RAA? Will things remain the same? - well, I doubt.. Read the hot, sizzling, passionate, sexy, yet funny life of Gabriella and André and the lives that revolves around them in the story, THE NEW GIRL.

In Schools, we Nigerians are taught proverbs....only in the English language. Why not also in Pidgin??? They say learning pidgin makes a person sound uneducated and uncivilized but that's not true. You can speak Pidgin and also be educated and civilized. It is said that English is the official language of Nigeria but Pidgin is what is the common language. We speak it everyday so why can't we be proud of it? Abegi...my dear I no get strength to talk much just click that "Read" Button and learn Pidgin Proverb....🚶

Diary Of A Black Empress is basically a book of an Empress's emotions, feelings, and way of thinking that was turned into poems, songs, quotes of inspirations, quotes of love, quotes of the heart and the breaking of the heart and other creative way of writing. A book of teen experiences, crushes, and girl stuffs that almost every girl can relate to. A book of arts of many kinds, love, beauty, et cetera. A book of pep talks and advises, and so many more. Read the Diary to see it's contents written by the Black Empress.

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