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All Chapters of Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220
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Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect/Illusionistic.
Mokunfayo Badmus:"You're a very foolish woman, you know that right?" I nodded in agreement, because it was the gospel truth; I really was very foolish to have thought collecting evidence against powerful and rich people would be as easy as walking in one of their offices and seeking an interview. Mike had been right, my subconscious had been right and this dangerous looking man relishing the sight of my blood on his dagger, was right as well. I was a very big fool. "Thank God you know." He beamed in satisfaction. The man's name, or at least, the name he was being hailed with as he came towards the dark, damp room that was my current prison, was Salt. At that point, I'd vaguely remembered a particular sermon about humans being the salt of the earth and even though I had also
Last Updated : 2021-05-22CHAPTER
Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect/Illusionistic.
Almighty Mike:Staying away was fucking hard when Angel was hellbent on trying to get closer. It killed me earlier to watch my arrival bring a smile to her face and just walked away like she didn't look so damn sexy in that dress that accentuated her in just the right places, with her er hair cascading down her shoulders hanging by her sides in all its wavy glory. I wanted to smile right back at her, I wanted to walk up to her and share my latest discovery about my attention towards her, I wanted to compliment her looks and make a joke out of her dressing so elegant in a place that housed list and all other vurglarities, but I knew that I wasn't the perfect person to say things with her. I was clearly not good enough for her, I knew she deserved better. That was why I'd been forced to look away, why I'd been forced to h
Last Updated : 2021-05-23Chapter.
Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect/Illusionistic.
Mokunfayo Badmus:"Appearances?" I had hoped to convince Mike otherwise when I invited him into my room last night, I'd hoped having him spend the night with me would change his mindset about us never being able to be together. I'd hoped he would care too much to give up on whatever it was that he wanted for us, that the memorable night we'd spent just holding on to each other and whispering sweet nothings to ourselves in my tiny bed would make him see that I wasn't the 'heiress to billions' he'd perceived me to be, but I had been wrong. Mike left at the break of dawn. He had left no clear leads as to why he had to go or where he would be; no note, no text, no voice mails, nothing. Just a
Last Updated : 2021-05-25Chapter
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Mokunfayo Badmus:I watched my sister recount the horryfying tale of all the terrible things I'd done to her in the past few weeks; I stood in awe as Olabisi admitted to visiting Alex on the said day, but he had broke if off with her with the information that he was engaged and the news had been what upset her to cause the accident that almost claimed her life and when she told me about it all, I'd went wild with a diabolical plan to get back at Alex and his very supportive friends. She narrated how I'd stabbed her, on her way to recovery in her hospital room, with a knife when she refused to play her part in my lie, how I'd fed her with tranquilizers when she determined to live through her stab wounds and denied anyone that could help access to see her, how her best friend had finally found a way to come through for her in the hospital and with the help of the very doctor I e
Last Updated : 2021-05-25Chapter
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Almighty Mike:Fuhad had been right, Angel still had that fierceness about her. He had made sure, regardless of his claims that he couldn't stand her, to visit her creative hideouts and relentlessly attempted to 'fuel her fire', in his words, while I'd been forced to the sidelines to be a mere onlooker. It'd killed me to stay away from her in such a vulnerable time of her life, the heavens knew how many times my heart broke whenever I'd snuck out, regardless of Fuhad's stern warnings to see her wallowing in alcohol or tears or just the emptiness that seemed to be creeping slowly into her eyes. I'd fought my restraints to be there for her… to assure her that I would do anything to help her recover from her low. I wanted, so hard, to punish the person behind it all. I w
Last Updated : 2021-05-25Chapter
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Abdul-Jabbar Fuhd:The woman in the room behind the door I leaned on was unlike any other I'd come across; she was fierce, resilient, beautiful—and with brains, kind, a great friend with a heart of gold, and she cared for her own like no other. I mean, she was literally training to kill the men that tarnished her sister's dignity even if the 'sister' in question hated her guts, and possessed no dignity to be tarnished. Mokunfayo was a woman in the true sense of its word; nothing like the thing that birthed Zhulfah. I had to admit, all those bothersome weeks I'd spent in getting to truly know her wasn't the waste I'd proclaimed it to be; those enlightening weekshad opened my eyes to the reasons why more than half of the male population adored women; or the cliche myth they all seemed to have about them. However, while the coloured glasses with with they saw the sluts the worshipped could shatter to reveal the ugly r
Last Updated : 2021-05-26Chapter
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Mokunfayo Badmus:I almost ran mad when I saw the man aim a weapon at Mike. The fear overpowered my voice of reason and I screamed his name, but it was only a useless thing to do as the shot had already rang out and the assailant used the cloak of darkness to his advantage to take to his heels. I suddenly couldn't keep track of how many times I called out his name again as I rushed over to where he'd gone down without any sort of struggle whatsoever. He just dived into the concrete head first and wasn't moving. He wasn't moving! When I finally made it to where he lay, I shakily tore the black t-shirt he wore off his back to access the wound. My blood ran cold when I realised the bullet had penetrated into the left side of his back.
Last Updated : 2021-05-27Chapter
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Mokunfayo Badmus:Never would I have thought that for the life of me, Mike would come to harm on my account; I'd never thought anyone would try to kill Mike because of his connection with me. Hell! It had never even crossed my mind that Mike could have such a close brush with death. I'd always thought him to be invincible, that even death would be afraid to question his authority.I learned, the hard way, that my impressions couldn't be farther from reality. One thing that I was certain of, though, was how horrifying Alex death would be. I was going to make sure of it. Fuhad hadn't been joking when he'd mentioned the involvement of that vile creature in the incident that had Micheal barely holding on to the string of life for the past three weeks.
Last Updated : 2021-05-28Chapter
Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect/Illusionistic.
Mokunfayo Badmus:It was a wonder as to how I had been able to survive the past few hours with what was left of my sanity intact, but now, that I was settled in the comfortable couch right in the dimly lit living room of my niece and nephew's lavish, penthouse apartment on the early Christmas morning, with a big mug of coffee Trigger had handed me together with the equally big towel I had wrapped around my drenched body, I couldn't stop thinking about what I'd seen. I couldn't stop my mind from remaking the scene. It didn't matter that every remake was just as horrifying as the original, if not more, I just couldn't stop. "The Almighty has reasons for every kill he makes, he has legit—" "I don't want to talk about it." I told Trigger for the umpteenth time since he'd p
Last Updated : 2021-05-29Chapter
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Mokunfayo Badmus:"I thought I'd made myself clear about your hair and those ridiculous jewelry you have all-over your face." I'd made sure to stray away from Trigger's earshot—as far as going out to the expensive terrace-slash-gym of the penthouse—before firing my anger towards Stephen. However, the lad didn't seem to be interested in my topic of discussion. "Good morning to you too, Aunty mi," he replied with his naked arms crossed, his face bearing a nonchalant look through and through. At least I was sure now that he hadn't gotten any ink on his skin. "Don't even dare try to get smart at me, Steve," I seethed. "Don't." "I won't even try to get smart with you, Aunty mi, 'cause it's not fucking worth the&mdash
Last Updated : 2021-05-30
