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PIZZA GIRL … (18+) … Part 1
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��The Pizza Girl��

�(Crazy but sweet)�
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Jasmine’s POV�

‘Wake up Jas!!!!!’…Eric my younger brother which happens to be five years old screamed as he jumped on my bed…

Annoying piece of trash!!..

‘Leave me alone you asshole!!’..i groaned as I covered my head with the pillow but he kept screaming louder…

Okay that’s it!!!..

I removed the bed cover from my body and grabbed the little terror and spanked his butt lightly..

‘Mom!!Dad!! Jasmine is torturing me!!!’..he cried out and I stuck my tongue out at him…

‘Leave your brother alone Jasmine and by the way he’s not an asshole -Eric come here!!’..Mom replied walking into the room…

Hmm she always has that tomato puree smell in the morning…

Well she has to cause we own the most famous Pizza shop in Manhattan…

�ROMERO’S PIZZA PALACE…�

Dad and mom moved to America from Italy after his father died and that’s why we were brought up here..

As Americans….

‘Jasmine!!!!’..Dad screamed and I groaned again..

‘What’s the problem now Dad?!!’..i asked as I walked downstairs with my hair still looking disheveled and my face looking like shit…

‘Jasmine are you forgetting something??’..He replied raising a brow…

‘Something like?? -Oh shit I’ve got a job interview today and it’s already -11am already?!!!! Why didn’t someone wake me up earlier?!!!’…

‘Well you’re 22 Jasmine so you shouldn’t be depending on us to wake you up and by the way shouldn’t you be off by now??’..he asked..

‘Oh I hate my life!!!’..I screamed and scurried upstairs…

Gabriel’s POV�

Another boring day at the office ughhh…

‘Master Gabriel your father asked me to give you this file to go over’..Jennie,my father’s secretary said as she walked in with those sexy long legs of hers…

Hmm mama Mia maybe I’ll ask her out sometime…

‘Ohhh okay is that all??’..i replied biting my lower lip as my eyes rolled over her cleavage…

‘Yes sir,you’re also to interview the new wait ins for the vacant secretary position of yours’…she said and walked off…

Now I know why Chris brown sang ‘Wobble up’..

Damn she’s pretty…

‘Celine send in the wait ins please’..I called out to the receptionist outside my glass enclosure and she nodded…

That’s one thing I love about my office…

It’s pure glass so i can see every sexy lady walked past me and also keep an eye on the other staffs…

ALIVO’S FIRM…

The company which deals in buying and selling and also renovating of houses…

I basically hate the job but what can I do??..

I’m 25 and I need something to keep me going??..

And besides Dad’s gonna disown me and give everything to Holin,my younger bratty brother if I don’t behave…

Three ladies walked into the room with their hands clutching their files nervously and before I could say anything else someone screamed from outside..

‘I’m sorry you can’t go in there ma’am!!’..Celine argued..

I walked outside to check what the problem is and there she was…

A beautiful brown haired brunette with almond eyes and full lips wearing a rather ridiculous gown which was clearly oversized..

‘Excuse me ladies what’s going on??’..I asked..

‘No one called you here bozo so mind your business!!!’..The brunette replied sharply and I frowned…

Does she even know who I am??

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IN LOVE WITH THE HIJABITE … (18+) … Part 1
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IN LOVE WITH THE HIJABITE

( She is a Muslimah….. He is a playboy).

WRITTEN BY IBRAHEEM HAFSAT IDOWU (AUTHORESS ADESEWA)

THEME: GOODBYE NIGERIA
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NB: Some Arabic transliterated words are written but the English meaning or equivalence are in bracket.
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Surulere, Lagos, Nigeria.
Friday, 9:00pm

KIYAH��
“To your room now, girls” my mom said from the kitchen.
I was sitting with my friends in the sitting room and we were discussing about some random things. The girls are having a sleepover at my place.

“Zakiyah, sleep immediately because I know you girls might continue talking forgetting that we’re travelling early tomorrow”.

“Okay ma”. I said and I left the room with my best friends, Zainab Abdulsalam and Fateemah Abdulwahab.
I am Zakiyah Adams but I’m popularly known as Kiyah. I am 5 feet 8 inches tall, am fair in complexion (at least for an African), am 19 years old and I come from a strict practising Muslim family.
My dad just got a new job with a really good salary and other benefits at a company in California, USA. It’s the reason why we’re travelling out of Nigeria. I’ve never travelled out of the country before so I’m a bit nervous about this travelling stuff.

IN MY ROOM

“Earth to Kiyah!!!” Teemah said.
I’ve been thinking about different things so I didn’t realise my friends were talking to me.

“What are you thinking about? ” Zainab added.

“Am thinking about a lot of things. How will California be? How am I going to cope in a foreign land where their culture is different from ours? What if the weather conditions over there are not favourable? …the list is endless and I’m also a bit scared”. I said to my friends.

“I understand you dear but for starters, you’re not the first person who is gonna leave her comfort zone to an unknown land and you won’t be the last, so if others can survive there, you won’t be an exception and remember that anything that happens to us is by the will of Allah (God) so put your trust in him because he’d make everything right” Teemah said.
This is one of the reasons why I love her, she knows just the right words to say and when to say it.
“Thanks so much dear”. I said to Teemah.

“You are welcome Ukthi (sister)” she replied.

“It’s time to sleep. Good night and sweet dreams”. I said to my friends.
“Sleep tight dear”. Zainab said.
“Good night dear”. Teemah added.

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In the next few seconds I was already in dreamland.

Written by Authoress Adesewa

NEXT MORNING�

“Wake up, Sleepy head”. Zainab said while shaking me awake.
I’m still feeling sleepy but I have no choice than to get out of bed right now. I sat up and quickly said a dua (invocation or prayer) for when I wake up.

“You guys should go and perform your ablution, I’d meet you downstairs”. I said to my friends.
As soon as they left the room, I quickly arranged my room and grab a Khimar(a head covering or veil worn by some Muslim women, it is longer than Hijab) and wore it over my pyjamas. I performed my ablution and went downstairs to join my family and friends in observing Solat_ul_Zubhi (the morning prayer, the first out of five daily prayers said by Muslim faithful. It is usually performed before sunrise).
��Few hours later.
We are now at the Muritala Muhammed International Airport, Ikeja, Lagos, Nigeria.
We are waiting for our flight and we were driven to the airport by Mr Abdulsalam (Zainab’s dad).
Zainab and Teemah also came with us to the airport.

“Be a good boy, Jamal, and don’t trouble your sister for me”. Teemah said to my 6_year_old brother.
“Okay, sister Fateemah” he replied her in his baby voice.
“I’d really miss you girls”. I said as I took turn to hug both Zainab and Teemah.
I suck at goodbyes that’s why I try as much as possible to avoid saying it.

“Give me a call immediately you get to California’. Teemah said while sniffing back tears.
Wow�, I’m surprised that the almighty Teemah can get emotional. I’ve never seen her breakdown before. She’s is the bravest amongst us and she tolerates absolutely no nonsense from anyone. She was even nicknamed “blunt witch” in high school.
Zainab is the most quiet among us, she rarely talk expecially in the presence of strangers and she is always shy.
I’m the bookworm in our group, lock me up in a room with good novels and no food, I won’t complain. I started reading big novels when I was just 7 years old.

At last, it was time to leave and my friends waved at us for the last time before they left in Mr Abdulsalam’s car.
I took my brother’s little hand in mine and we both walked up to the aeroplane that was to convey us from Nigeria to the United States of America.

I turned my head back to take a last look at my country before finally boarding the plane.

This is a new beginning for me and I pray I won’t regret making this journey.
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This is to introduce the story. Stay tuned as it’d still get more interesting.
Grab your popcorn�and drinks �closer to you.

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TRAPPED IN BOOTY ISLAND … (18+) … Part 1
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Trapped In Booty Island

Written ✍ Sadiq Infinity

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(Before the wedding)

(Justin’s P. O. V)

Life is s full of surprises, just when you think you’ve got everything figured out and planned, Fate had to interfere bringing your whole planned out life crashing down your head, well that’s life for you.

My name’s Justin and I live in � Newyork with my parents, when I was little, I always wanted to be an actor and I was the best actor in the school plays and drama, everyone loved my acting, I imagined myself being a great actor one day but as I said Fate had to interfere!

Presently in this stage of my life, My life didn’t go as planned, I’m not an actor but just a stage decorator in the theater, my job is to construct and make things and objects used in the play, through this process, I acquired the skill of carpentry, its not much but it will be useful someday.

My salary is $120 dollars a month, that is $30 dollars every week, its not a bad payment if you ask me cause at least I get to pay rent and also get to afford three square meal a day, despite being a stage decorator, I do enjoy working in the theater, I love watching the actors and actresses as they perform their acts and they sure do a marvelous job at it, I just wish I could do the tryouts someday and show people what I can do, I still love to be an actor.

But as all good things, there’s a bad side aspect of the theater, All the actors, directors and actresses engage in sexual escapades, Well its good to have sex once in a while but these people do it rampantly when they’re not working and another worst thing is that they also take drugs before the plays or acting to keep them active which is bad and dangerous, I could expose them but if I do, the police will close down the theater and I will be jobless, so to be on the safe side, I had to keep my mouth shut.

So one day after work, I decided to go straight home to rest, the day was so tiring and exhausting as I reached home, my mom Maria was waiting for me at the doorstep, She usually visits me and brings me her special apple pie, I gave her a warm hug welcoming her, I opened the door and we both went in.

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Maria ➡ Justin my baby, are you alright?

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Justin ➡ I’m fine mom, How’s dad?

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Maria ➡ Your dads fine, son you look awful.

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Justin ➡ Its nothing mom, just work.

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Maria ➡ Its Nothing?!?, son you look miserable, a fine young man like you shouldn’t be like this.

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Justin ➡ Mom, I told you, I’m fine.

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Maria ➡ Look son, you need a time off, rest and hangout with friends and meet gorgeous ladies.

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Justin ➡ Mom please, enough okay! I just want to be left alone.

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Maria ➡ Okay son, but please don’t ruin your life, Ok?

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Justin ➡ Alright mom.

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Maria ➡ Good night, oh…. That reminds me, here’s your favorite pie, enjoy!

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Justin ➡ Thanks mom, Good night.

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Poor mom always worrying about me, she’s always supported me in whatever I did and prayed for my well being, She always did everything in her power to please me and I don’t want her worrying about me, I’m fine with the way I am, I closed my door and took to apple pie to my room to watch Tom cruise’s “Mission impossible” as I watch the movie, I wondered how my life would have been if I was an actor? Maybe I could as famous as Tom cruise, live in a luxurious house and surrounded by paparazzi and sexy ladies and finally settling down with the perfect woman to start a family.

As I was deep in my imagination, a call went through my phone, It was Kevin my number 6, He and I we’re best friends since grade school and we stayed in touch through out the years, He’s a cop in the Newyork police department.

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Justin ➡ Hey Kevin, sup?

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Kevin ➡ Justin you handsome devil, how’s the acting career going?

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Justin ➡ You crazy joker, you know I’m not an actor!

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Kevin ➡ Yes but who knows, dreams still come through.

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Justin ➡ Yeah, so how’s your police work?

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Kevin ➡ Its cool besides I get to bust drug dealers and the fun part is, there’s another extra cash involved.

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Justin ➡ You crooked cop! So what’s up with the call?

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Kevin ➡ You remember Harry clump?

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Justin ➡ Harry? The guy that eats his nostrils?

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Kevin ➡ Yeah, he’s getting married to Emily potts.

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Justin ➡ Emily potts? Holy mother Teresa herself?

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Kevin ➡ Yes, they’re both getting married and they’re inviting the whole school gang to their wedding, they even asked for you.

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Justin ➡ Really? I’m touched….. Wait did you say everyone is coming?

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Kevin ➡ Yes, everyone including your nemesis, Rashida!

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Justin ➡ What I can’t believe they invited her?

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Kevin ➡ Well, she’s coming, so you better brace yourself, I heard she’s quite rich now.

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Justin ➡ dude, I don’t care, I hate her.

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Kevin ➡ Well, see you at the wedding, I’ll send you the invitation card.

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Justin ➡ Bye.

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I ended the call � after that, I couldn’t believe it, Rashida is coming to the wedding? Unbelievable, for those of you who don’t know, Rashida is my childhood nemesis, She’s been a real pain in my ass for so long as I can remember, She’s spoiled, snobby and makes awful remarks about my acting and she’s accused me of things I haven’t done, the main reason why I hate her is because she attracts boys and make them do her bidding, she sprouts around like a peacock thinking she’s beautiful, I just hate her so much, We’ve fought several times, even during our graduation day in high school, in which we ended up both humiliating ourselves and we haven’t seen each other since then, Well, let’s just hope I don’t get to meet her cause if we do, It will be a disaster �.
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