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Where To Find Breasts #8

Read previous episodes of Where To Find Breasts Nightlife in Tel Aviv did not come alive until 10 p.m. The city always conjured warm memories for Captain. During his younger years, Tel Aviv had been his source for pleasure and business, and maybe even for love – if he could call love, what he shared with his late wife. Their first two visits had each lasted a whole week, seeing the sights, dining with people that mattered, and finishing off their nights in clubs. Emem had wanted to leave the city to visit the holy places, but Captain didn’t subscribe to religion then. He considered himself a hedonist, and sometimes, a sadist. Emem had been allowed to pursue her faith, as long as she didn’t ask him to be part of it. When they came holidaying the third time, she left him alone in Tel Aviv for a short pilgrimage…

Where To Find Breasts #6

Thank you fam for the massive support on this series. I never esperrerit :D. From Facebook, to Intsagram and Twitter and the comment section here. Whew!And yes, I know y’all are mad at me for Leonel’s death. I’m really sorry. I know you don’t believe me, but I cried too. Who doesn’t love Butter Babe?Anyways, if you’re new here, and wondering why there’s so much love for a character that featured just once, I’d implore you to click >>>HERE and get your copies of the Fish Brain series, starting with Fish Brain Clan, and also get His Little Black book to follow the story between Leonel and his sidechick, Anna. You can read them alongside this one, and you won’t miss a thing.Or you could fast-forward into the future with BiyankavitchSo, enjoy today’s looong episode. Read the previous episodes of Where To Find Breasts Saturday breakfast was with the girls…

Where To Find Breasts #5

Click here to read previous episodes of Where To Find Breasts Happy Father’s Day! Yenkat hated blind dates. She didn’t believe that they had anything good to offer. They were akin to rolling a die and expecting to find a number greater than 6 or hoping to draw a joker from a standard 52-card deck. The chances of either of those happening was as slim as a perfect man falling from heaven. This was Yenkat’s dilemma. She wasn’t searching for a man, but she was going on blind dates, hoping that she found a good one. A man worthy of her time, intellect and body. All in a bid to keep from going deep with Omar who was fulfilling his promise of making her fall for him. It wasn’t easy to stop herself from feeling many kinds of ways when she got his random morning phone calls. To start with,…

Biyankavitch #18

And just like Game of Thrones resumes today, so does Biyankavitch. I’m glad to be back. I’m sure you’re excited too. Biyankavitch would run just for a few episodes before it ends. After that, we’ll start a new series. For those of you who have been asking for Amaka and the clan, you might just have your wish granted. Have a great GOT day as you read this episode of Biyankavitch! Can you predict who’s going to die? Here comes the bride! Or rather, here cums the bride. Screaming at the top of lungs, calling out the name of a guy that’s not the groom. Out of control. Oh, so out of control. “I’m going to miss you.” Lanre’s kisses on the nape of my neck were too much to handle. I turned around and gave him my lips instead; still shuddering from the burst of erotic release I had…

Dugo #20

“We need to talk.” His words flew over her head like a bird winging past. She shoved her textbooks into her backpack and pretended he wasn’t standing so close to her. “Tabitha?” She zipped the backpack. “Did you hear me?” “I’m late for school.” “No, you’re not. This is just three minutes after six, and the school bus doesn’t get here until six-thirty. We have enough time to talk.” Tabitha kept her head bowed and crossed her arms. This was their first conversation since Dugo showed up. The girl had gone silent mode on him. It was something he was used to. Whenever she chose not to speak to him, it would bother him for the whole of five minutes, and then he would get over it. He didn’t ask her why she was mad this time, because he knew. She was pro-Dugo, and Dugo’s visit a few days ago…

Dugo #19

Christmas in Berlin. Heartbroken and missing Luper, Dugo spent the most part of her holiday indoors. She had never been a fan of winter, anyways. It was better to let the days pass, watching German movies and babysitting Mila’s children. It distracted her from her pain, although it couldn’t erase the regret she felt over asking for a break from Luper. On the other hand, she felt justified for going away. He had behaved foolishly. The love she bore for him had not been enough to save him from being axed. She missed him, nevertheless, and wished that things hadn’t gone the way they did. “You know you can just call him and end this nonsense, right?” Ace told her the night before. His words were a reiteration of what he had told her repeatedly over the course of three months. Her answer to him was silence. In the early…

Dugo #18

“I can’t let you do this.” There was a couch between them. A table too. And that pesky little beagle that couldn’t decide what to bark at. “Ace?” Dugo spoke in apprehension. Ace had her laptop with him. She had just gone to use the toilet. This wasn’t what she expected to see as she returned to the living room. “Put the laptop down.” “You can’t do this.” “Ace…” “Dugo… The moment you press that button and send that email, you can’t take it back. And you know what it’s going to do, right?” “I know, Idowu.” “It’ll affect the school and Luper.” “I know that.” “And you still want to get on with it?” Annoyance took hold of Dugo. “What is this, Ace? Why are you doing this now?” “Adaugo, Acadia International is twenty-one years old and it’s unquestionably one of the best schools in this country. Built on…

Biyankavitch #17

I had just told Archie I was getting married to Kashimu. As they say, the news went down smoothly like a cluster of nails. He didn’t understand it. Couldn’t comprehend it. “The guy that’s rumored to be an arms dealer?” he asked after a long time of silence. “Just rumors, Archie. He’s not anything they’ve said about him. He’s an importer, exporter.” “Really?! Perfect excuse to smuggle arms into the country and cause the deaths of many!” But I wasn’t lying. Kashimu no longer had anything to do with weapons. Captain owned it all now, under an alias that couldn’t be traced back to him. “Where did you even meet this guy from sef?” A waft of cold air blew over me. There were tiny rain droplets in it. We were at the rooftop of Léon Hotels. One of my favorite spots to chill. Drinks, barbecued chicken and one angry…

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