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• Three Wishes   Chapter 5

  Does anybody have an Android phone with Internet connection? Then pretty please with a cherry on top, help me search on Google for 'how to kill a genie' preferably without the murder being traceable to you. Let's rewind to yesterday morning... After I woke up in the pantry, and suffered an episode of being called "poor Elena" I was not so quickly, brought to the realization that a lot of things, infact, everything had gone wrong. Apparently, in the new life that Tiara created for me, I'm no more Elena Carter, heir to the Carter empire but, Elena Montgomery, daughter of the town's drunkard. Can any of you imagine how humiliating it is for me to be working for the servant I once maltrea

• Three Wishes   Second AUTHOR'S NOTE

  Hey yo!Watch your manThen you should watch your mouthBitches is pressedAdminister mouth to mouthAm feeling like a Nicki tonight yo! :-}Wats up people, I just decided to check on you guys and have a one sided discussion with y'all( well, y'all can speak to me too if y'all want by commenting or messaging me:-0). Sooooooooo....to start with, how are you guys, and I hope you're not giving up on Elena and her twisted life? Please do not or I'll be very sad:-{.Also guys, I decided to post about my other stories on this platform...PS: there might be some short descriptions/advertisement on the following cha

• Three Wishes   Chapter 4

  *Unedited. Elena. I woke up with a start, strangely I couldn't feel any headache this time, and more strangely, I wasn't in my grandmother's house, I was instead in my fathers, and the king of the shocking situation was that, I could see the servants going up and down, it was then I remembered as a smile came to my face, about my wish, sending a heartfelt thanks to Tiara, I got on my feet... everything was fine once again. Well...not everything. can someone tell me why I was sleeping in the pantry? Looking at my self, I noticed that the pajamas I was on, was the same one I put on the morning of my birthday, and that was when the smile on my face expanded. It was my birthday! Making my way to the kitchen, I added a bounce to my step, have you ever celebrated your birthday twice in a year? W

• Three Wishes   Chapter 3

  *Unedited. Elena. I don't know how long I remained unconscious but I knew it was long enough for a genie to fall asleep. I had woken up with a start, wondering where the hell i was, and why my head was pounding so hard, at first I could not make out the outline of the room, but later my eyesight grew accustomed to its surroundings and I realised I was on the floor, how I ended up sleeping on the floor I don't know, but I did. It was then I noticed her, she looked...weird, and she was humped over my chair fast asleep, my first thought was to run, but where would I run too, I then thought of screaming but she would wake up and who knows if she might be dangerous, so that my dear friends is the reason why I am standing opposite this stranger in my

• Three Wishes   Chapter 2

  *Unedited* Elena. The last month had been hectic, ranging from paparazzi, to rumors, to gossips, to court cases and to where I am now. My dad had been found guilty by the judge and he had been sentenced to a life imprisonment, devastating...yeah I know, but what could I do, It was better than death at least. I had not been able speak to my dad yet, I had wanted to find out why he did it, I was just so confused. Guess my predicament when at the court, after hiring the best lawyers in the state, and we were with high hopes of winning the case, and setting my dad free, the judge asked if guilty or not and you know what, he pleaded guilty. It sounded foreign to my ears, even till now I still couldn't believe it, my dad wouldn't hurt a

• Three Wishes   Chapter 1

  #Unedited. Elena. I wanted to cry, but the tears would not come. I wanted to be angry, but I had no one to direct my anger to.- to God for allowing my birthday to turn up this way, to my mother who had long died after giving birth to me, or to my father who is currently behind bars at the district police station for allegedly killing Dylan,the love of my life; the man I am supposed to get married to in just two months. The calls kept coming in, even though I had long since silenced my phone, I could still see the incoming notifications as the blue light flashed on the screen of the device. The reporters and media still crowded around the gate of my house as they tried to get every bit of information they could find. I was aware of this not