Before I start this book, I want to explain something.
Who is a Yoruba Demon?
A Yoruba Demon is technically a full fledged Zaddy. They're not literal demons but we'll soon know why they are called that in a second.
So a Yoruba demon is a very handsome,tall, fine as hell, ripped body kind of guy. Let's not forget stinking rich. But inside all of that, he's not your everyday kind of boyfriend.
Trust me, Yoruba demons don't have to beg to get into your pants. You'll be the one taking your pants off lol.
Now why are they called demons?
They are THE BEST PLAYERS you can ever see.
With their smooth talking and killer smile. They can charm any lady they want without breaking a sweat. They break hearts left and right like it's nothing.
In as much as girls have come to despise them for their philandering ways, they still can't help but fall for Yoruba demons.
"One look and a daughter of Zion have off pant"
-Bimbo Ademoye.
Whatever you do, never fall in love with a Yoruba Demon.
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Read on to see the true extent of their powers.
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