England (Cookie)
They boarded another taxi and off they went to Martina's house.
When they got there, Cookie's jaw almost dropped to the floor.
Geez.. they are really rich. Cookie thought, admiring the building.
The building in front of her was like what she'd like to call a mansion. It was beautifully designed and had a giant gate. Everything in the house was well, properly and beautifully furnished with exterior designs. Cookie was scared to touch the living room door just because she felt she was going to leave stains on it.
England (Cookie)Gloria>Are you there yet?Gloria>Please when you get there, do not forget to call me. Remember you owe me a lot of gist.Gloria>I'm freaking out, why in God's name haven't you called?Gloria>England girl, will you reply my messages now?Gloria>I told you to call me when you get there.Gloria>
England, (Cookie)Author's note: some chapters would be in a first persons POV from now on. Note that. Thanks......Something soft hit my head but I continued sleeping, then a nip on my skin followed by slaps on my poor leg but I just couldn't open my eyes, they were heavy with sleep.Then the unexpected happened, a pair of hands dragged my legs downwards, I struggled to stay on the bed as I gripped the sheets but it seems like my efforts was not enough because the next thing is i fell face flat on the floor.
England (Jordan)Some years after."Make a wish and blow off the candle already, Jordan"I gave Deardre a look which meant that she should leave the little boy alone and let him do his thing.Jordan turned five today and Deardre's hosting a little party in her house. Martina, Melanin and I are the only ones invited for the party cause Deardre doesn't like attention and crowd.She likes it simple.
Author's note: Error!! Please readers do not read this chapter......Something soft hit my head but I continued sleeping, then a nip on my skin followed by slaps on my poor leg but I just couldn't open my eyes, they were heavy with sleep.Then the unexpected happened, a pair of hands dragged my legs downwards, I struggled to stay on the bed as I gripped the sheets but it seems like my efforts was not enough because the next thing is i fell face flat on the floor."Ooowwwn!" I rubbed my nose, if I was white,
There is been a glitch so the chapter repeated and as the author, I can't delete it so please do not read this chapter!!! Thankss."Make a wish and blow off the candle already, Jordan"I gave Deardre a look which meant that she should leave the little boy alone and let him do his thing.Jordan turned five today and Deardre's hosting a little party in her house. Martina, Melanin and I are the only ones invited for the party cause Deardre doesn't like attention and crowd.
England (Cookie)I'm writing a story about a girl who's Dad is her enemy, she has no body, no love, nothing. Just her and her frustrated self but the thing is she is not someone who's going to give up, she's still pushing on, trying to be somebody in life. I guess the book has something to do with my life but not exactly, my character doesn't run away from home (like I did) and my character doesn't have a mom, friends or any sibling, in fact aside from her Dad she's also bullied in school. In my book I'd been able to express the pain she goes through but how she's trying hard to conquer it is more important. I didn't just pick up a pen and start writing, I sat down in a quiet place so I could put so much thoughts into it before writting it.
Warning: Steamy content!!+2 years later:•••••°•°•••••lagos, Nigeria (Fabby)Fabby's POV:After a long day at work, I drove home tired and hungry. When I entered my sitting room and switched on the lights, what I saw shocked me. "What are you doing here?" I asked her, still wondering how she managed to enter my house without the keys cause I was sure my door was locked when I went to work and I was the only one who has the keys.
"I'm not perfect. I have scars left by people who did me wrong"- Anonymous. fabian POVLagos, Nigeria.******-----******"Fabby somebody wants to see you".I nodded, wondering whom that somebody was. Uncle Kayode gestured to his grandson, Wilson and the boy went into one of the inner rooms to get me the unexpected visitor that wanted to see me. About two minutes later, a number of about eight people came out and met us in the sitting room. "Aunty Bisola?" I was shocked to see her standing there, she couldn't even look at me, I guess it was because of shame. I noticed she looked thinner and darker compared to the pretty, light skinned woman I used to know. Her husband didn't really change, he was still pot-bellied, dark and a little bit chubby.I could recognize the other six people, they were their children. "Yes Aunty Bisola and her husband here.." He pointed at Aunty's husband "Wants to have a word with you" Uncle Kay explained. I stood up to leave, immediately he said that "I'
"This book is 'on going' and in the first stage of *EDITING*""This book contains, strong language, abuse, cussing, violence and nasty things (maybe) read at your own risk".- Author.This book is written to inspire those who are having a hard time giving themselves the worth and love they deserve.📝Dear Bully,That girl you called fat; she's starving herself to death.That girl you called dumb; she's suffering from dyslexia.That boy you called bald; he has cancer.That child you called ugly; she's now having a hard time, worse! she can't control harming her self with razor.That man you laughed at because he was sitting on a wheelchair; he risked his life to save a four-year-old child
Cookie's P. O. V.The past few days have been wonderful. My parents are so glad to have me back and I can't be more happy.Deardre and Jordan are happy too. They'd inform me some days ago that their white wedding would take place in England.Fabby decided we buy some things at the mall before we all travell to England for the wedding so that's how we found our self's picking some stuffs I needed at the mall in Lagos. "I'll be back..I think I need to pee." I told Fabby. He only gave a nod and I rushed to the bathroom. Inside the bathroom, I did my thing and as I was rushing out, I bumped into someone.
"prepare yourself for this chapter."****I woke up with a slight headache the next day. I sat up on my portable bed while massaging my temple and squinted my eyes cause of the lights coming from the lights.Nepa keeps the light steady these days.. Maybe a popular politician is in town unless the lights would have been disco instead. On and off.I sighed and then looked around my room, suddenly remembering that the last place I was was in my living room. Funny thing I can't remember exactly what happened. Maybe it was because of the headache I was having that was giving me a hard time to think.How did I get to my room?I collected my phone from my nightstand, turned it on to see that Deardre had sent me a text which reads;I know that you are angry and you have every reasons
Fabby's POV:"Fabby..? We need to talk."It was Dominique, my childhood best friend."am not ready-""I heard everything." she cuts me short.I spun around to face her. "what?""I did." she repeated. "Cookie didn't do it. Amanda did."I couldn't piece up what she had just told me. How can Amanda put a dead rat in her own plate and accuse Cookie for it?Who does that? Or should I say, why will she do that?"I don't get you.""believe it or not Fabby.. This morning when I was getting ready for the wedding.. I saw Amanda standing close to the kitchen, whispering something and handing a black bag to her maid, Amaka. I became suspicious so when Amanda left and the maid entered the kitchen, I tiptoed quietly so she doesn't see me.I peeped through the door to see what she was doing.. It was
Picture of Deardre and Jordan at the top.******Deardre's POV:Today was supposed to be my happy day since it was the night before my wedding but I couldn't since Cookie had been missing for three days.The king had ordered the guards to look for her even the young able youths of the village organised a search party but they all came back with the same answers. She was yet to be found.Everyone was sad. We all had a hint about who must've have plot everything but we had no evidence. All I do was cry.When I think that something bad must've happened to her, I can't help but cry. She was suppose to be here tonight. She promised to do my makeup, she's suppose to dress me up for the day, she's suppose to celebrate the day with me.I want to see her beautiful smile congratulate me tomorrow and wish me well. She was the reason why I came
Hey! Just wanted to say I love y'all readers. ❤***********I wore my one arm knee length Ankara gown, a flat shoe to match, tied up my brown extension hair into a bun, wore my glasses, my earrings, necklace, bangle and then a touch of lipstick on my lip.Nothing too much cause we were only going to Mrs. Okonkwo's to buy some beads just like the King had said.I touched my necklace, looking at my reflection on the mirror whilst admiring how beautiful I look.These are one of the days I just can't help but admire my own self. Self love is indeed the best love.I smiled broadly then a tap came to my door, starting me a bit. "who's that?""are you giving birth inside?" Tolu's voice told me."on my way."I imagined her rolling her eyes now when she said. "that's what you said like five minutes ago.
We all sat down at the large sitting room, listening to the king as he lists out some few things that needed to be done at the traditional wedding."father, don't you think it would be better if we buy clothes from the city?" Jordan questioned, same thing on my mind."no. That should be for the white wedding-" he turned to Deardre. "are you okay now?"She gave a nod but still replied with a shy smile. "yes my king.""good. I want you to resume cooking for me. You know how much I like eating your food." the king said with a wide grin on his face.She looked down, her blonde hair fell, covering the sides of her face giving that we don't see the pink shades that must've have appeared on her cheeks already. She was blushing."thank you."He then turned to me and my eyes widened a little. "you taught her well, God bless you for that. You will sure be a good wif
Something soft hit my head but I continued sleeping, then a nip on my skin followed by slaps on my poor leg but I just couldn't open my eyes, they were heavy with sleep.Then the unexpected happened, a pair of hands dragged my legs downwards, I struggled to stay on the bed as I gripped the sheets but it seems like my efforts was not enough because the next thing is i fell face flat on the floor."Ooowwwn!" I rubbed my nose, if I was white, my nose would have bled."Why did you do that?" I asked once I saw the annoying piece of shit.
"You can't get married to a white woman!" King Obi repeated in a much louder and angry voice.We all freezed in shock and fear that I think I was no longer breathing. I felt Deardre was about to cry so I gave her hand a little squeeze to encourage her."papa like I said, she is my choice and we have a son already." Prince Chinonso said in a more apologetic voice, like he was trying not to get offended by his parents reaction when he told them he wanted to get married to Deardre.We had arrived at the village an hour ago, we enjoyed the ride here. The village smelt of mostly cassava, it was Sandy and quite bushy with alot of kids singing and playing around.The palace was beautiful and big, more like everything I was expecting it to look like but I wasn't expecting King Obi to react this way.I was expecting Queen Obi or princess Amanda to react this way but not him."have