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silverlinen:
Bam

I have been giving you tonnes of messages on your insta page, you aren't replying.

It isn't fair at all.

You have? I haven't been online I'm sorry. It wasn't intentional to ignore you.

Saturn101:
Me too.

You do follow my stories?

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Meet our lovebirds

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Do you still post on T*sh, dear? Was following your story there. Big fan!

This book never end?

I love your story. I'm following...

Nice work, Mr Sun. Omo, I still have a long way to go

Doesn't this book end?

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Luciano Hildfrey, royal seducer and hot chef has Estella, the daughter of the Fry cook at his feet. Caught by his fancy charms, laid on the first day, Estella gets head over heels and decides to become Ms Slutty Pants for the young master.

















Love me, Luciano. Let me be at your feet...













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L♥U♥C♥I♥A♥N♥O♥ H♥I♥L♥D♥F♥R♥E♥Y♥


...will start the story in the morning. G.Night ✨

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I never thought I could finish this story It's all thanks to God


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Do check out my signature for Alicia. You're certainly not going to regret it. Love you 🥰

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When the word best friend rings, what comes to your mind?

Someone who is always there?

...or someone who's always got your back?

The sort I had was different if I should say. We loved almost the same thing and did things together.

We were in different classes but always sneaked out to see. The bathroom was our secret place, where lots of things went on without anyone knowing.

My best friend was Janine, the principal's daughter, and no one knew the things we did.

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CLICK TO READ JANINE, MY BEST FRIEND 👉 https://www.wattpad.com/story/262669153?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=CiaraJessy&wp_originator=3mtxoPHeYU9CbBwOPwoMoHr16Y5CHkowN6dSg2Nl%2BQYXyDXgRkEUwE12hL8NozW3l1jQP7FlvL8Brekcv%2B8YpSnw%2BspZ17eVfHESHXsedT1XUSiV4YyCnEN8qLWPTCB4

Just wrote this. The title's Ikemefuna. I wanted to make it a book but I already have a lot of things on my plate. I just hope you love this one



I ran swiftly along the narrow path, being chased by my mother. She was my stepmother, but I preferred calling her 'Mama', as she was a replacement after my Mom died.

  Dad had gone to the farm the day it began—Mom acting strange and grabbing a knife, as though she was possessed. We stayed in a hut, not an inch close to civilization, and I was left to run for my dear life... and survive that noon.

  What could have made her act that way? I asked myself as my heart raced. She was catching up with me, and I could feel it. And, in no time, I felt a sharp edge on the back of my head.

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  "Ikemefuna," I woke up to a surly voice. It was my mother. Scared that she was going to do something worse, I moved back in fear, though in pain, as she made to touch my hand.

  "You ungrateful child...!" Her expression changed. "Haven't I been kind to you?"

  I felt like spitting on her.

  "Akaego," My father's voice filled the air. "Akaego, where are you?"

Mama signalled to me to be quiet. "Oh, my husband," she wore an innocent look. "Welcome, my husband." She moved out of the hut, leaving me in pain.

  Papa rushed in as though he had seen a ghost, and I struggled to raise myself, feeling a throbbing pain.

  "Your mother told me everything. How did it happen?"

  I looked confused, wondering what lie she had told him.

  "Ikemefuna is such a lucky boy, my husband," Mama came in, with her arms folded. "You should have seen the way he fell. Oh, thank God he lived to tell the tale." She gave me a wicked eye as she acted nice.

  "Where does it hurt? Did you hit your chest?"

  I wanted to tell him the truth. My father panicked before my very eyes, and I was sorry that I was much of a coward to have hidden the truth from him.

  What is going on? No, I cannot stay in this place.

  "You have to go, my son," a solemn voice hovered in my ears.

  "Father, do you hear that?" I looked to where my father stood.

  "He's gone delusional," I swore I heard my stepmother say.

  " What voice, my son?"

  It came again. "Don't let her win."

  It sounded just like what my mother would say. She always told me never to let anyone win... that I was to do my best at all times.

  That night, I plotted a way to be out of the hut, away from the beast of a woman, and took the gun papa had bought me and set off.

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I was almost discouraged from posting here... because one of my stories got stolen. Oh, well

... I missed you guys, though no one bothered to ask of me

For the newbies who don't know me here 👇