All Chapters of Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Mokunfayo Badmus:Two weeks had swiftly passed since Mike had walked right into fire because he thought I was in it and, as a result, suffered severe burns. It had been two weeks since that traumatic experience at Dave's estate. It had been two weeks since Bisis had been conscious and the one that seemed the most dist

Almighty Mike:Staying away was fucking hard when Angel was hellbent on trying to get closer. It killed me earlier to watch my arrival bring a smile to her face and just walked away like she didn't look so damn sexy in that dress that accentuated her in just the right places, with her er hair cascading down her should

Mokunfayo Badmus:"Appearances?" 

 "Is the plaintiff herself present today?" The judge questioned in a bored tone after a few minutes passed by without another word from me. "I'm afraid not, your honour." I jumped at the opportunity to score myself another adjournment, even if the chances of that were very slim. "She still has not recovered from coma as we speak, your honour." And that, I was grateful for. Anot

Mokunfayo Badmus:I watched my sister recount the horryfying tale of all the terrible things I'd done to her in the past few weeks; I stood in awe as Olabisi admitted to visiting Alex on the said day, but he had broke if off with her with the information that he was engaged and the news had been what upset her to caus

***How I'd been able to manage it all the way to the bus stop bench opposite Victoria's Elite was nearly a miracle; It was past midnight, I was a little bit tipsy, I very well knew I reeked of pule as I'd fallen sick on the way over and retched what was left of my insides at different times and locations during the trek over, I was clo

Almighty Mike:Fuhad had been right, Angel still had that fierceness about her. 

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. 

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? 

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.