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Adesewa the pregnant corper
After the 3 weeks orientation program of the NYSC, I was posted to a secondary school at Oyan for the one year service. I was given a room on the school compound at the Corpers' quarters. On getting to On getting to Oyan, I started looking for a Pentecostal church where I could be worshipping, and soon I was able to find one. Shortly after I started worshipping in the church, I joined the choir. Fortunately, it was at the time when the choir leader just left the church, and there was nobody to coordinate the members. Before I knew it, I was made the choir leader after being interviewed by the pastor, Pastor Williams. I was loved by everybody in the church, especially the choristers, because of my unique voice. Whenever I sing or lead a song, the whole congregation has a way of murmuring "Huuuuunnnnn!" with a sigh of satisfaction when they hear my voice. Most of the choir members were younger than me, so they call me "aunty" or "Sister Sewa". One of them was Bode, who used to play keyboard for us in the church. He was so gifted when it comes to instruments; there was no instrument he couldn't play. I always felt the presence of God whenever he was on the keyboard. I was named Adesewa after my late grandmother, who passed away shortly before I was born. My dad loved his mum so much, and hence transferred the love to me, believing that his late mother was the one who came back, more so, according to him, I was the mama's carbon copy. It was after he became saved, that he knew he was wrong. My second name was Yetunde. My dad saw me as perfect. Anything I did or said was right, even when I myself knew I was wrong. In a nutshell, I was his favorite. When my mum noticed that daddy was treating me like the apple of his eyes, she wasn't taking things easy with me at all. She spanks me at every slight mistake I made, mostly when my dad wasn't at home.Complete
Rising Above the Ruins (Dream Weaver Chronicles #1)
Sa mundong ang gulo'y parang apoy na di mapatid-sa bawat sigaw, basag, at laglag na bato... May sisilay kayang pahinga? Sa pagitan ng mga sirang gusali, isang pag-ibig ang sisibol. Sasambitin ng mga dambana ang iyong pangalan, at sa wakas, matutulog sa isang mahigpit na yakap.
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𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 - 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝘄 𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻. ⁱᶻʸᵗʰᵉˢᶜⁱᵉⁿᵗⁱˢᵗ ʷʳᵒᵗᵉ ⁱᵗ.Complete![Love Geometry - Camilo x Reader x Mirabel [COMPLETE]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/299078019-256-k763780.jpg)
Love Geometry - Camilo x Reader x Mirabel [COMPLETE]
"You... saved my life." Tiles lunge me forward and I put my hands out to brace myself. My hand ends up on the handle and the door explodes with light. ------------------------------------ I got telekinesis the night of Mirabel's ceremony. ------------------------------------ I open both the notes. I scan them over, taking a bit longer to read Mirabel's cursive than Camilo's messy handwriting. Both of them are professing their love for me. ------------------------------------ "I wish I coulda helped more." "Then have another vision!" ------------------------------------ "Happy new year! And happy sweet sixteen to our three sweet angels." -- "I get parties are a hassle, especially with so many people, but they treat us like one person." "This is bullshit. Let's go actually celebrate our birthdays." -- "Let's get fucked up!" ------------------------------------ "What the fuck happened last night?" ------------------------------------ "This is your fault! First you stole Mirabel's gift and now you're taking my perfect family off the rails!" "Maybe I'll just leave if I'm so terrible, then!" A crack goes down the center of the house. #497 encanto tag 1/26/22 #273 camilo tag 1/27/22 #361 disney tag 2/9/22 #28 casita tag 3/21/22Complete
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𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤- 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐞𝐛𝐛𝐚𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐛𝐲 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐞- A Notti Osama FanfictionComplete
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𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘆/𝗻 𝗹/𝗻'𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝗶𝗹𝘁 𝗮 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗶 𝘀𝗮𝗹𝗮𝘇𝗮𝗿-𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆'𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲. 𝘆/𝗻 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗶- 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗰 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗰. 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗶𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘆/𝗻 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱?Complete
After the 3 weeks orientation program of the NYSC, I was posted to a secondary school at Oyan for the one year service. I was given a room on the school compound at the Corpers' quarters. On getting to On getting to Oyan, I started looking for a Pentecostal church where I could be worshipping, and soon I was able to find one. Shortly after I started worshipping in the church, I joined the choir. Fortunately, it was at the time when the choir leader just left the church, and there was nobody to coordinate the members. Before I knew it, I was made the choir leader after being interviewed by the pastor, Pastor Williams. I was loved by everybody in the church, especially the choristers, because of my unique voice. Whenever I sing or lead a song, the whole congregation has a way of murmuring "Huuuuunnnnn!" with a sigh of satisfaction when they hear my voice. Most of the choir members were younger than me, so they call me "aunty" or "Sister Sewa". One of them was Bode, who used to play keyboard for us in the church. He was so gifted when it comes to instruments; there was no instrument he couldn't play. I always felt the presence of God whenever he was on the keyboard. I was named Adesewa after my late grandmother, who passed away shortly before I was born. My dad loved his mum so much, and hence transferred the love to me, believing that his late mother was the one who came back, more so, according to him, I was the mama's carbon copy. It was after he became saved, that he knew he was wrong. My second name was Yetunde. My dad saw me as perfect. Anything I did or said was right, even when I myself knew I was wrong. In a nutshell, I was his favorite. When my mum noticed that daddy was treating me like the apple of his eyes, she wasn't taking things easy with me at all. She spanks me at every slight mistake I made, mostly when my dad wasn't at home.
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