Mag-log inJoin Jameela and find out what she hides beneath a facade in this coming of age christian teen fiction. There will be drama, secrets exposed, true love, mystery and so much more
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Sooo the name's Stephanie, I'm a Nigerian and I decide to start a book here on goodnovel.I write mainly poems tho, soo this is kinda way outside my comfort zone but I think I can handle this. Soo before I get into the story I just have a few ground rules to lay;~•Do not copy my work not cool, not cool at all.
~•I do not own any images I'll be using
~•No hate comments allowed, constructive criticism is welcome tho.
~• This is a Nigerian book so there is going to be a lot of Nigerian slangs pidgin English and all that but fret not if you are not a Nigerian as everything is going to be translated
~•This is simply a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any story (real life or fiction) is simply a coincidence.
That should be all, if I think of any others I'll be sure to let you guys know.
Soo now to our cast








Soo I'm pretty terrible at giving people surnames but I guess this will have to do, bear with me.
Sooo stayed tuned 😁
JAMILWe don't care what they say, no way, no way???And we will live the empty chairs to those who say we can't sit there???We are fine all by ourselves???Woah Jamsi can sing, I did not see that coming, who would have thought that the girl who barely spoke had such a strong powerful voice, so beautiful. Leaning my shoulders on the door I let her beautiful voice wrap itself around my senses, consuming me, let it drown me in the pure beauty and pleasure of it. I didn't bother going in since she was apparently scared of me for some reason and I didn't want a repeat of what happened this morning so I stood there by the door unnoticed by her basking in the pure melody and symphony of her voice.So hey, we brought our drums and this is how we dance???No mistakin', we make our breaks, if you d
A/N: Heyy loves I'm double updating today how awesome is that ehh, anyways enjoy and don't forget to vote and comment ? '°'°'°'°'°'°' JAMILThe assembly ended pretty quickly and we were currently in class. Everyone was reading in small groups or on their own, I was part of the latter group, reading on my own. My thoughts were a distraction by themselves and the incident that happened this morning wasn't helping matters either, my mind kept wandering back to Jamsel, her face, that injury. Why did she look so scared when I tried to touch her this morning, you know this morning was the first time I was seeing her without her permanent blank face and its kinda
JAMILMonday came sooner than expected, urghhh. I don't know how I'm going write that test seeing as I was barely able to read and understand anything, urghhhh. I was currently in class trying to go through my biology as that was the first subject we had this morning but my mind kept wandering and won't stay focused on the biology no matter how hard I tried. I ended up giving up and let my raging thoughts reign free. Mum's headache persisted and didn't let her be, she said it was just rest she needed but I didn't think so, headaches don't way her down the way this particular one was holding her down. I asked her to get a check up or something but she didn't listen to me at first but I guess when she saw my persistence she changed her mind and said she would go for a check up. She said she went and the results showed that it was malaria, that wicked sickness. She took a couple of drugs that were prescribed for her by her doctor an
JAMEELASunday rolled by as a blast even though I couldn't go to church physically because my wounds weren't healed properly enough to be hidden under a good layer of make up, I ended up watching from home on the Dunamis tv. My sister and Maria went to a catholic church where they couldn't identify with me while I went to the Dunamis church down the street. I was a very quiet member and didn't identify with any group but at least no one called me ugly there.Today is Monday and our test officially starts this week. I was done with my morning duties but it wasn't without a slap here and there for no reason whatsoever adding to the bruises I had to hide. Sitting before my vanity, I stared at the image in front me and ran my fingertips over my bruises, wincing at the contact. They still stung but thankfully not as much as they did before. The bruises on my stomach had healed perfectly and completely so there was barely any