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From a young age ,I have always been interested in the ways and means to introduce sex education to young teenagers and how to go about it. sex education is high quality teaching and learning about a broad variety of topics related to sex and sexuality, exploring values and beliefs about those topics and gaining the skills that are needed to navigate relationships and manage one's own sexual health. after reading this teen fiction ..trust me you going to learn a lot.

I came into this world through a father... but I was raised by a man who chose to love me. Planted in Me is the raw, emotional, and inspiring true story of a young boy growing up fatherless-until life gave him another chance through a man he now calls his real father. He wasn't tied to me by blood, but by something deeper: love, sacrifice, and a commitment that never broke. Through laughter, hardship, success, and silence, this man became more than a stepdad-he became my guardian angel, my friend, and my mirror. This book takes you through the journey of our bond: the first time I stood up for him, the day he cried in front of me, how his quiet wisdom shaped the man I am today, and the legacy of wealth and wisdom he planted in me. Told with honesty, emotion, and a touch of Ghanaian Pidgin where humor and life collide, this story is for anyone who's ever needed a father, found one in an unexpected place, or became one themselves. 💬 "He didn't just raise me. He planted a voice in me. And now, I write." A 20-chapter memoir of love, lessons, and legacy that will stay with you long after the final page.

The title is : P - Penny F - For M - My T - Thought I don't think that's the real expression. It goes along the lines of penny for your thought.. .or something like that ....abeg don't come and give me wahala just because I don't remember this. This is basically about random thoughts I get during the day. Some are really weird and others are really deep. There's seriously no in-between. Their either weird or deep . I'm Christian so, some thoughts in this book would be about Christianity 🤗 Anyways enjoy and hopefully, relate to some of these. Enjoy reading my private thoughts you unsympathetic human being🚶🏾‍♀️🙃 But seriously though, how would you feel if people could hear you thoughts. And on top of that too, people you don't know. It's weird innit?😂😂 Don't mind me and have fun ai❤

Ever broken someone heart? Hurt the person badly but your apologies go unheard. Felt lost in love you couldn't have? Thinking of the memories shared Then these words are for you From a pained lover To another.

Soooo....everyone has that mean, rude popular girl in their school. And considering the fact that you're on Wattpad right now,( which is a place for nerds according to the society we live in) you are probably not one of them. But have you ever wondered what they were really thinking in their brains? In this book, you'll realise that nothing is what you think it is. The mean, rude popular girl isn't obsessively in love with the jock. The mean rude popular girl is not the head cheerleader. She isn't even a cheerleader! And the mean, rude popular girl is maybe not so mean and rude after all. *************** I promise this is a good book just please give me a chance to prove myself. Also, this book is Christian. As you read, you'll learn how to deal with people who might have depression, social anxiety, a feeling of neglection or whatever problem,from the Christian point of view. Love, Tk💫💓

"Good morning love, did you sleep well?" he breathes, in a hoarse voice placing a kiss on my lips. "Good morning. And yes I had a lovely sleep. Just a little sore but I'm okay " he excused himself and disappeared into the bathroom, coming out shortly after. "Hey! Put me down! I have two healthy legs! " I screamed and kicked when he came back and took me bridal style walking to the bathroom without saying anything. "I can help you undress" he chuckled when I stood there staring at the water that he had run for me. He held my waist and draw me closer. "I'm still waiting for an answer" he whispered, gentle biting my earlobe. "Ash.." I moaned his name. "Yes love-" he slipped a hand inside the opening of the robe, gently massaging my nipple making me moan harder this time."- answer me " he added, His light green eyes burning with desires. How was I suppose to disagree when only his hand could make me moan like he was inside me. I lowered my gazes from his tantalizing obs to his pink lips. As if he knew my answer from the way I mentally fuck him with my eyes, he crushed his lips with mine and... "Oh my God Ella! You are still in the shower. You are unbelievable." Lena's shouted waking me from my sleep and dream. That was one hell of a dream! Ella Lawrence quit her job. she starts a new job and her boss Ashton Grey wouldn't stop making passes at her. Yet... She dreams of being held by him. What could possibly happen between her player-boss and her? Read the full story to know what happens. See you there! Enjoy! [Most impressive rank: #2 fallinghard 5th March 2019] This is my first story here on Wattpad, I know it not perfect but I hope it gets better and I will be glad if u READ VOTE and COMMENT. Thank you.

She made her sister a paraplegic... Ella Clarke has been living with guilt for ten years, almost as long as her sister, Lois has been in a wheelchair with no chance of ever walking. When a doctor in a nearby town gives them hope that the impossible can be possible, the two sisters go on a road trip to see if there's a chance for Lois to walk again. Join them as they race along with David, Ella's crush and Thomas Mensa, their supervisor, to keep the hope burning in them alive. A Jade Mensa vs. the World novella. #873 in Adventure on 20/01/18 #893 in Adventure on 03/02/18 #740 in Adventure on 05/02/18 All Rights Reserved®

High School sucks. That's my motto for the mean time. Yeah, I have this thing where for a short period of time I have a motto for my life. My name is Jade Mensa and I live with my dad. I have one friend, her name is Bullet. She's my best friend and a feline and I love her. I have to warn you that my life is extremely boring so you can stop reading now if you want to. No hard feelings but I will appear in your dreams dressed like Barack Obama in a drag queen attire and a pickaxe to kill you. Seriously. Did I also mention that I stammer? Join me on my not so exciting adventures with a girl that keeps me hot and cold, twins who want to kill me and a best friend with a secret that will change everything. Oh and I'm a guy...

****SLOWLY EDITING**** The wind whipped past her golden curls that chased behind her in a tangled mess. Her steps echoed loudly through the silence as she thumped through the woods as though the devil himself was at her heels. The adrenaline pumping through her veins held back the pains of the sharp cuts that the unmerciful wood grounds had tattooed on her bare feet. The branches danced along her fair flawless skin creating a pattern of it's own as it ripped through her plain white chemise which now spotted streaks of red and brown. The flimsy material, now drenched in sweat clung fiercely to her body like a second skin outlining every dip, every edge and every curve...... Her beating heart echoed through the silence in her head but she could still hear the growls of the beast that had been pursuing her relentlessly. She saw his yellow glowing eyes as he stepped through the woods and made his way toward her slowly. A predator and its prey.