Teehmah ishola
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KINGSTON ACADEMY
Young Adult Kingston Academy is just like a normal high school/secondary school where we have the nerds,bully,the school queen ,the school bad boys and so on.
Temiola Akinsola kehinde was known as the coldest rich kid at Kingston Academy,some said she was the brightest kid when she was a kid but after what happened nine years ago she became cold and reserved.
What really happened that makes her cold, stone hearted ,that also make her despise her parent is still unknown to people even her twinnie.
Jamal Kareem was the only son of his family, he was brought back from the States to Nigeria to attend Kingston Academy with his Younger sister.
On his first day at Kingston Academy,when he saw her(TEMMY) he couldn't describe what he felt for her,after that day he had to watch her from afar.
When he got to know his mother partake in what happened to Temmy nine years ago, he became sad but that doesn't stop his feelings for her.
What happened nine years ago? Is it worth changing for? Or worth the detest she had for her parent?
Everything will be answered as more stories unfolds.
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THE HYBRID WITCH
Werewolf :First time stepping out after being stuck in a indoor for yrs,i found my mate, an Alpha king who doesn't want a weakling as his mate.
I couldn't reject him nor can he for a reason best known to him.
Facing all maltreatment by him and his mistress, i had to endured to live on
Synopsis
She is a mystery herself
Her birth is a mystery
Her life a mystery
Her creation is also mystery.
Who is she???
Arlette Hamilton stepped out after being locked indoor for yrs only to find her mate who was an Alpha king.
Alpha king Gare who came for a gathering meeting in her pack found her disrespecting when she wasn't paying attention to his speech which she was punished for by being his pack slave later his personal maid.
He knew she was his mate but ignored her 'cause he thought she was a weakling.
She cant reject him neither can he .
Truly they both felt the spark when their eyes met but she couldn't understand what it means.
Extract
Do you think i will accept you?" He said icily. I stared at him confused.
"I know,you knew we are mate,you have to stop the pretense nobody is here "
*We are mate* i thought
*Yes he is our mate*
*That means the scent was his*
*Yes*
"I can never accept a weakling like you." He said venomously glaring at me.
I feel weak, shattered and broken at his statement,i almost weep but i controlled myself what do i expect, he can never accept me, he is a king,an Alpha king to be precise."
"Reject me." I said. He smirked.
"I can't neither can you." He said with mischievous smirked. You might like
The Price of Unrequited Love
Shearwater Eighteen days after giving up on Brendan Maynard, Jayde Rosario cut off her waist-length hair and called her father, announcing her decision to move to California and attend UC Berkeley.
Her father, surprised, asked about the sudden change, reminding her how she' d always insisted on staying with Brendan. Jayde forced a laugh, revealing the painful truth: Brendan was getting married, and she, his stepsister, could no longer cling to him.
That night, she tried to tell Brendan about her college acceptance, but his fiancée, Chloie Ellis, interrupted with a bubbly call, and Brendan' s tender words to Chloie twisted a knife in Jayde' s heart. She remembered how his tenderness used to be hers alone, how he had protected her, and how she had poured out her heart to him in a diary and a love letter, only for him to explode, tearing the letter and yelling, "I'm your brother!"
He had stormed out, leaving her to painstakingly tape the shredded pieces back together. Her love, however, didn't die, not even when he brought Chloie home and told her to call her "sister-in-law."
Now, she understood. She had to put that fire out herself. She had to dig Brendan out of her heart. Reborn to Save My Dad
Snootie My Harvard acceptance letter felt like a golden ticket, a one-way out of this dead-end town.
That Friday night, after the football game, all I wanted was to help my dad close his auto shop.
But then I heard a muffled sob.
It was Jessica Miller, the head cheerleader, trapped by star quarterback Bryce Vanderbilt.
My dad taught me: "You see something wrong, you make it right."
So, I intervened.
That act of courage cost me everything.
Jessica pointed me out to the police: "He' s the one who attacked me."
My scholarship was rescinded for "moral turpitude."
My name was dragged through the mud.
The stress killed my father, the only man who believed me.
Months later, at a gas station, I confronted Jessica and Bryce.
He shoved me into traffic.
And then, nothing.
I woke up expecting hell, but instead, I was back in the high school parking lot.
The Friday night lights buzzed.
The Harvard letter was in my pocket.
And then I heard it again: Jessica's muffled cry.
The trauma of my first life crashed over me.
Last time, I sacrificed everything for a lie.
This time, I knew what to do.
I turned around, put my hands in my pockets, and walked away.
My father was alive right now.
And my only job was to keep him that way.
This time, justice would look very different. Reborn on SAT Day: A Genius's Second Chance
Mo Er My name is Sarah Miller. I aced the SATs, my ticket to Stanford and a full scholarship – it should have been the greatest triumph of my life, a hard-earned escape from a mother who despised me and a twin sister who envied my every success.
But my mother, Karen, decided it was Jessie' s turn to shine. With a sneer, Jessie snatched my acceptance package, revealing their sinister plot: they' d forged documents, stealing my future and handing it to her.
When I tried to fight back, they launched a vicious counter-attack. Faked photos of "me" at wild parties, half-naked and drunk, flooded the internet, all blurred just enough to frame me. My best friend, Ashley, then publicly testified to my "insanity" and "promiscuity" for a bribe.
The school believed them. Stanford revoked my scholarship, citing "moral turpitude." I became a pariah, whispered about, pointed at, branded the "psycho slut." The injustice was a suffocating weight. How could my own family do this? How could everyone fall for their lies?
The world collapsed, and I fell into the dark, cold river. But instead of an ending, I woke up. Back in my bed, on SAT exam day. My alarm clock blared 6:00 AM. I had a second chance. And this time, they wouldn't win. 
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