All Chapters of Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Almighty Mike:A lot of time had passed since Angel officially became mine and I wasn't going to deny the fact that I've been the happiest all those months; she'd healed almost completely, she didn't look at me with disdain and judgment in her eyes anymore or scoff when I talked to her about the operations of the Archangels, she was the most beautiful, sweetest, most independent, funniest, smartest, most responsible woman I'd ever loved and more. Our relationship, in itself, has been one exhilarating hell of a roller coaster ride, but I wouldn't have it any other way. However, I felt like there was about to be a big bump in that ride of ours, I could tell from the way she icily brushed off my offer to drive her home, from the look of betrayal she stoned at me when word came out that I'd been training her nephew how to use a gun without her consent, I could tell from the way she stormed off when I reminded that she wasn't indeed her wards' mother

Mokunfayo Badmus:Chioma must have thought it was a ploy of mine to change her mind, for she piped up almost immediately. "Amaka is going to leave this pace with her mother–" "I believe Aunt Rain has earned the right to say a proper goodbye mom. You owe her that much." I was proud of Amaka when she interrupted her mother in a polite manner. It was quite a relief that at least one of my wards had turned out fine. Chioma had no other option but to nod her approval with a watery smile plastered on her face. I blatantly refused when Mike offered to drive me and settled for hailing the next available cab I found after wobbling my way out of the cathedral with my niece in tow. The ride back to the apartment complex we stayed at was a silent and tense one; Amaka twiddle her fingers and avoided my eyes throughout the journey. I decided on not making things more difficult for her so I refrained from engaging he

Almighty Mike. Angel had been right about me killing two birds with one stone, only she wasn't aware of the other bird it was that my stone killed and I preferred it remained that way. As the plane touched the tarmac of ArchAngel's cross river chapter, I watched the peaceful form beside me in wonder. Her lush lashes grazed her cheeks ever so slightly and her pouty kissers were slightly open as usual. Her occasional moaning, soft snores coupled with rhythmic whistling and her beautiful face that spoke volumes of calmness, was a contrasting tale of how violent she'd been just a few hours ago when I'd told her of my arrangements to stay in our estate over here."You must think so little of me, for you to suggest that I stay in another ArchAngel's estate for a vacation," was how she began th

Okay, maybe I had said something that was out of line, but the cold treatment I was suddenly getting as punishment from my drug lord boyfriend was more of being overdramatic.  I didn't even say, in literal words, what I thought he was going to do when he started pulling his belt unceremoniously, I only asked a question and he went suddenly all stoic and icy. He wasn't even this way when I accused him of planning my ward's return to their mother, which was a more serious accusation as opposed to this, so I wondered where the new attitude came from.  It had to be the newness of the environment rubbing off on him; I just hoped it didn't rub off long enough to ruin the vacation I was somewhat looking forward to.  He'd wordlessly gone to sit in front of the fancy l

Mokunfayo Badmus:Okay, maybe I had said something that was out of line, but the cold treatment I was suddenly getting as punishment from my drug lord boyfriend was more of being overdramatic.  I didn't even say, in literal words, what I thought he was going to do when he started pulling his belt unceremoniously, I only asked a question and he went suddenly all stoic and icy. He wasn't even this way when I accused him of planning my ward's return to their mother, which was a more serious accusation as opposed to this, so I wondered where the new attitude came from.