Sat. Feb 10th, 2024








It hurts really bad to know that the person you love doesn’t love you back, but there’s no stopping me. I have to make Xavier mine at all costs. It might take time but at last Xavier Austin will be mine and mine alone.


I’m feeling so sad right now and I just wanna get drunk but I can’t drink at home cos my mom would have my head if she catch me with a drink. I think I know just the right thing to do.


I texted my friends and asked them to meet me at Tower bar in the next 30 minutes. Tower bar is a chic club for celebrities and rich people. I don’t go to local clubs cos they are too classless for my taste.


I changed into a pink tank top and a black bum short. I quickly fixed my hair and makeup.


I was about to leave the house successfully when my twin sister asked me where I was going to.


“Claire, where are you going to dressed like that?”she asked.


“Nowhere, just tell mom I might come home late”. I said to her.


“Okay, be careful sis” she added.Recommend you to read more interesting and erotic stories from


I scoffed as I rushed out of the house. It’s so hard to believe that she’s my twin sister because we don’t have anything in common. I’m a blonde, she’s a brunette. I’m classy and beautiful while is plain Jane. My life is interesting while hers is boring.


I can mention our differences till eternity and still not be able to mention it all.





I just finished observing my solat_ul_Asri (the third prayer of the day) and I am currently repenting of my sins.


I finished praying so I decide to call my best friends (Zainab and Fateemah).


I tried calling Zainab’s number but it was switched off so I called Teemah instead. “Finally, somebody decides to call me” Teemah said jokingly as soon as she

picked the call.


“Good afternoon to you too”. I said sticking out my tongue at her though she can’t see me.


“How are you doing? ” she asked.


“Am fine, what about you? “. I asked back.


“Am fine also. Zainab is here and she wants to greet you also” Teemah said.


Salam alaykum” I greeted her.


“Walaykum salam, how is mum and dad?” Zainab asked.


“They are both fine. I called your number some minutes ago and it was switched off”. I said.


Yeah, NEPA problem (Nigerians can relate )” she said.


“Oh, I understand jare. How is school?”. I asked.


“It’s fine and you won’t believe this, a lot of people actually asked of you from Teemah and I”. Zainab said.


“Really? My regards to them also”. I said.


I don’t talk in school except with my besties so it’s surprising that my former course mates would ask of me.


I cut the call after exchanging more pleasantries with my besties. I decide to select the cloth I’d wear tomorrow so I won’t be late for class.


I selected a purple gown and a white Pashmina(scarf) with a black sandal. After arranging my clothes on a hanger, I brought out my textbooks to revise some topics.


I was still revising my works when I received a call from an unknown number.


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I don’t like picking strange calls so I ignored the call but the caller was persistent and I was left with no choice than to pick up the call.


“Hello”. I said impatiently.


“I’m sorry about earlier” a male voice said.



“I don’t understand. I think you have the wrong person”. I said to the caller.


“Am I not speaking with Zakiyah Adams?” the caller asked.



“Yes”. I wanted to say but I discovered I already have a flat battery so my phone is switched off already.


I plugged my phone into the socket still pondering on the strange call I just received.


I don’t think I know the caller although the person seems to know me.




“Am I not speaking with Zakiyah Adams?”. I asked but the call was disconnected immediately.


Maybe she knows I’m the one and she doesn’t want to talk to me, I reasoned. I’ve got to admit that her voice sounds so cool. I guess I was too angry this morning to realise that.


If you are wondering how I got her number, it’s quite simple. That is one of the perks of being famous and I was able to charm the school receptionist also. I think she’s got a major crush on me. Too bad she isn’t my type.


I’m looking forward to apologising to Zakiyah in school tomorrow. That is step one towards achieving my aim.




What aim could Xavier be talking about?


Kiyah, be careful o








IN LOVE WITH THE HIJABITE (She is a Muslimah…He is a playboy)







IN LOVE WITH THE HIJABITE ( She is a Muslimah…. He is a playboy )










IN LOVE WITH THE HIJABITE ( She is a Muslimah…. He is a playboy )

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