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Just Like Magnets
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Ongoing, First published May 18, 2018
Anjola's life was already hell and hell got heated seven times over when she left home after being raped by her step dad and has nowhere to go. Student by day and stripper by night, she spends everything she gets at the famous Halmod club to study at the university. 
 With only two hundred Naira to her name it's gonna be heated fourteen times when she meets Prince Korede, son of the King and richest man in Nigeria who saves her and takes her to his home. Not your average Prince though.



Hop on the rollercoaster with me and ride through your not so average love story where a not so maiden in distress meets a not so Prince Charming.
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