Novels by Illusionistic.

Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect

It was a case of running from frypan into fire when Mokunfayo bolted out of her supposed engagement party into the clutches of the bad kind of policemen. And when Mike -a drop dead gorgeous, but dangerous leader of an underground Mafia- comes to her rescue in the nick of time, sparks begin to fly. The problem was; it was supposed to be a one time meet up, getting stuck together was not supposed to be included in the messy mix. But there they were; a hurt, bitter, cold, calm and collected lawyer cohabiting in the same space with a hot, panty-dropping, rash, hardened criminal. It is right to assume that more than sparks would fly. Opposites, they say, attract and Mokun and Mike's case wasn't different. But with dark pasts, family secrets, pain and all the bitterness involved, would their attraction survive enough to bloom into something more beautiful? Follow the losses, pains and gains of both parties and the people around them.

Chapter sixty-eight(I).

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 a

Last Updated: 2020-11-17

Chapter sixty-seven.

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.

Last Updated: 2020-11-16

Chapter sixty-six.

Almighty Mike:There were a couple of things that came to my mind when Fuhad had promised a surprise in return for my gift, and of all the possibilities I had come up with and prepared adequately for, having Angel walk into the same dimly lit park I sat in, wasn't one of them.

Last Updated: 2020-11-15

Chapter sixty-five.

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.

Last Updated: 2020-11-13

Chapter sixty-four (II).

Whatever it was that Fuhad was planning was shoved to the back of my mind when he came back with loads of decorations, a cake—a tiny cupcake with a single candle on top, but a cake all the same—a laptop and of course, people to help out. Maybe I was just being paranoid after all?

Last Updated: 2020-11-12

Chapter sixty-four(I).

Mokunfayo Badmus: "It is high time you got yourself a phone, Mokun." Fuhad groaned the moment his phone rang with the Lady Gaga ringtone he'd set for whenever Trigger called —which was almost every hour of the day. I smiled as I collected the device from him and placed it against my ears.

Last Updated: 2020-11-11