All Chapters of Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Mokunfayo Badmus:It was the nerve she had to push past me after wishing me a 'merry Christmas' with her annoying little voice that snapped me out of my momentary shock. I reached Bisi in two strides and yanked her by her arm, it took ever bit of self control to not reach out and shred her to pieces. However, nobody ever said anything against a blinding slap to her fucking perfectly made-up crap of a face. And that, I did, I slapped her good. So good that she collapsed from the impact. Very good. "Are you mad?!" I yelled bitterly at her sprawling form. "Do you want to die?!" Trigger was quick enough to pick me up before I was able to kick the life out of her body, or

Mokunfayo Badmus;It was always tall talks until the time came for execution, nobody knew that better than I, facing off with the second most important person in my ex-boyfriend's fraternity, in the presence of an entire audience of murderers, armed with nothing but my fists and the will to kill the smug bastard  that leaned against the brick wall to my left not to far from where I stood, his form, no doubt, bearing absolute boredom, and of course amusement; if his sadistic, evil smirk could be considered as amusement. Even if the sight of him made my skin crawl, the will to kill Alex was dwindling by the ticking second. Yes, I still remembered all he'd done, but the only battles I'd been known to fight were legal battles, I wasn't so sure if I was ready for this show of violence. 

Mokunfayo Badmus:I wondered why Fuhad kept staring at me like I'd grown two heads, and at the same time staring like I'd killed his puppy, that was if he even had the heart to keep one. "After all I did, it's still him you choose to fuck?" I would have winced at his crudeness if my heavy, numb heart could feel anything, but I could only raise a brow to show that I wasn't quite following what he was talking about. I had no doubt about Fuhad's intention towards my body; after the night he'd laced my 7up with something an aphrodisiac and then tried to have sex with me, I had pretty much gotten the memo to stay the fuck away from him. However, I didn't understand why he made the statement about choosing Mike to share my bedspace with when I hadn't really had any other choice, o

Mokunfayo Badmus:I was cool with Cordelia, even before she died; regardless of the fact that she once told me—on an impromptu visit with Bisi—that she was flaunting Mike on purpose to show me how much of a gem I'd foolishly thrown away, I still mourned, in my own way, when I heard of her passing two weeks ago;It was probably because she 'dashed' me her personal journal—on that same visit with Bisi—and that account gave me a glimpse of the horrors she'd lived through till the point where she discovered of her ailment, or probably because after all I'd read of her, I couldn't find it in me to blame or judge or hate her, but we were cool. However, regardless of the fact that I bore no grudges with the deceased, and I also felt bad about the painful course of her passing, I wasn't intent on attending her funer

Almighty Mike:After shedding off the insanely costly jacket I'd worn due to the request of the deceased drama queen, I settled quietly on the same bench Angel just vacated and thought long and hard about all the woman had just yelled at my face in anger, and I realised I had been very and so willfully stupid to have ever thought about all the I'd said after Angel finally confessed about her feelings for me. Now that I thought thoroughly about it, I rested my head in both of my palms and wondered what on earth I had been thinking to have ever suggested that she come be my second in command. How could I have been so ignorant? Angel had never been afraid of me, but she'd never approved of my way of life either and I'd been clueless enough to translate her love for me as a thumbs-up to drag her into the bloody kind of life I only knew how to live without even considering her opinions. That'd been what Trigger was mad about;