Her last wish

Her last wish

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She had three wishes;🌬️Being free of the hate charged towards her by standing up for herself.🌬️Getting to kiss the hottest guy in school whom almost every girl had a crush on.And her last wish☄️🌬️Dating him,the hottest guy in school just like every other girl wanted but what happens when her last wish took a twist.Of course she isn't someone to have three wishes in which two of them centers around a 'guy' but as they say 'there's a reason behind every action' Layla Moremi Williams is an African American who resides in Las Vegas, her father Michael Ajagun Williams is African,a Nigerian to be precise. While her mother Celine Marton Williams is an American.Obvious to this fact,she was mocked by almost everyone who knew of it,she was always taunted and avoided in school for having a black father.The mockery got so deep into her that it left her weak and timid."What happened?" Was the question on everyone's lips when the weak-hearted Layla suddenly turned fierce and dauntless,ready to crush bones and rip hairs.There's more to the new Layla than everyone knows.The reason behind those wishes is more than the eyes could even tell.This is not just about her last wish,it is much moreeeeeee🙊Story setting: Nigeria/Las Vegas.This will be the first African American novel i've written and even though a night with him almost sucked out all my juices😩, i made sure to put in great effort in this novel to make it worthy of reading.Trust my novels to always have lessons to learn at the end and this won't be an exception.And i know some of us are already excited to be having an African setting🤗

Chapter 1 Breaking Chains

"Snip-snip".... Goes the sound of the scissors.

Layla's hair fall to the floor chunk by chunk.

Her eyes were glued to the mirror,focused on her hair that's been cut off by herself.

~Yeah,i got tired of my long hair.

~I think short hair is the trend now.

~I just want to know how short hair feels like for a while.

~It's gonna grow back soon.

Those are the words she's gonna say to the people who asks right?

Who's even going to?

Does anyone even care about her?

They are going to mock her instead,but she doesn't care anymore.

Gone are those days she cries whenever she was been mocked.

Gone are the days she hides by her desk to avoid been seen and taunted.

And gone are the days...

"Layla! What are you doing" She heard her aunt's shrill voice.

"Cutting off my hair" She replied drily, knowing Philia,her late mother's younger sister doesn't even care what she does to herself.

Philia hates her like she hated her father.

And if it hadn't been for the death of her mother and brother, Philia would never have taken her in.

Philia hated her like everyone else just because her father is black.

"Why are you cutting it?" Phila asked as she walked closer to Layla.

"Do you even care?" Layla asked slowly.

"Of course i do, i won't allow you scare my customers away with your looks, you are ugly enough..and now cutting your hair.. Darn it! you should just say you're tired of helping me in my coffee shop!" Philia said,with a raised voice, she actually wished Layla was indeed ugly.

Who would even believe Layla was the daughter of that ugly black man! Of course Layla had taken after her mother in looks,no one would ever know she has a black father until they are told.

Her fair skin,flawless even more than those whose both parents were whites, she was born with hazel eyes which were rare and her lips,pink and plump,her nose isn't left out in the perfectness of her looks and her brown-golden hair that was long enough to her back was now being reduced to a bob which still stood fine on her head,it changed her look a bit.

Her height is perfect for her age and she only took after her father in body shape, she isn't as skinny as most American teens, Layla has a great and admirable body and her boobs were even bigger than Philia's which always made Philia mad all the time.

"I'm not going to scare your customers away and I'm not tired of helping you in your cafe" Layla said, already used to Philia's hurtful words.

"You wouldn't even dare stop helping me in my cafe except you're ready to go meet your father poor relations in Africa to fend for you!" Philia said.

"And why always speaking of Africa like it's the worst place in the world! Why always speaking of my father like he's less human, why do you hate me so much just because my father is black! You were on bad terms with my Mum till she died just because she married an African,a Nigerian. Philia,do you always have to be this way? You always claim most Africans are inhumane..If there's anything..you're the one acting inhumane here" Layla said,with a look Philia has never seen before.

She stood there, shocked at Layla's outburst.

Layla has always been mute and even cry at times, whenever her father or his relations was spoken ill of.

"So great to see you're finally acting like the black! you are!" Philia said,not sounding as shocked as she felt.

"Ohh..really? If that's truly how blacks speak up,then I'm so proud to be one" Layla smiled,now trimming the Bob she had made for herself.

She ignored Philia's stabbing glare.

"I musn't get to the shop before you!" Philia yelled before slamming Layla's door.

Layla laughed,it felt so surprisingly good to have spoken up for the first time and seeing Philia look so upset was so satisfying...she really made the right decision but she wondered sadly if she would ever have made the decision to stand up for herself if it hadn't been for what happened yesterday.

She shrugged sadly, having promised herself never to think about it.

She carefully and slowly trimmed the uneven edges of the Bob, she knew Philia isn't gonna get to the shop before her because one of the men who do shag her is waiting in her room and they do spend hours at it.

*

"Oh..well" Layla shook her head slowly, making her neatly cut Bob bounce.

She was a bit surprised to have done a good job, although she had always helped Bryan, her late younger brother trim his hair but she never thought she'd do so great at her own.

She rose to her feet and winced at the pain she felt in her leg.

"Gosh, that motherfucker" She swore angrily.

A guy who had come to get coffee had spilled a cup of hot coffee on her leg and had left without even turning to look at her or apologize.

The hot coffee had bruised her skin and it hurts so much that she now limps.

"I'm so gonna kill him whenever i see him" She said as she packed the chunks of hair on the floor.

She hadn't even seen his face,just his hair which was brown and then a scar at the back of his neck.

She lit the fireplace in her room and then started burning the chunks of hair.

🔥🔥

She stood in front of her mirror after freshening up and getting into fresh wears.

Her short wet hair clung to her cheeks and she felt a bit sad to have cut her hair.

She's missing her long wavy hair already but then it's for the better.

Of course she wouldn't have reduced her hair to a bob for no reason but for now, things are better left unsaid and even unthought.

She dried her hair with the dryer and then comb through it.

Anyone would think a professional had helped her with her hair.

Perhaps,she should go for a hair course in the future..she thought and laughed.

☕☕

Layla limped-walked into Philia's coffee shop and headed to the counter.

She said hi to Aria, Philia's only worker before dropping her bag.

Aria gasped..."You've cut your hair"

Layla nodded.

"Why?" Aria asked, she's one of the few people who remained nice to Layla even after knowing her father is black.

"I..just wanted it" Layla shrugged.

"Ohh..it looks nice on you by the way" Aria said and Layla said 'thank you' with a smile.

She washed her hands to start helping, when she saw Philia walk out of her small office.

Darn it.

No dinner for her tonight.

"Phil, I'm sorry..i was.."

"I warned you Layla" Philia said, cutting her short.

Layla nodded and Philia walked away, smiling at customers and touring her shop like she normally do.

Layla groaned, blaming the man for not fucking Philia long enough or had Philia requested for a quickie?..

"Layla! Customers are waiting!!" Philia shouted and Layla set to work immediately.

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Her last wish
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Chapter 1 Breaking Chains

04/01/2025

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Chapter 2 A Glimpse of Hope

04/01/2025

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Chapter 3 The Rise of Layla

04/01/2025

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Chapter 4 A Hero's Legacy

04/01/2025

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Chapter 5 A New Rhythm

04/01/2025

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Chapter 6 The Price of Happiness

04/01/2025

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Chapter 7 Hopes and Missteps

04/01/2025

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Chapter 8 Bound by Sacrifice

07/01/2025

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Chapter 9 Noticed

07/01/2025

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Chapter 10 The Tables Turned

07/01/2025

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Chapter 11 A Whisper of Firsts

07/01/2025

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Chapter 12 A New Beginning, A Lingering Past

03/02/2025

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Chapter 13 Dylan's Heartbreaking Comment

03/02/2025

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Chapter 14 Layla's Heartbreak and Concern

03/02/2025

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Chapter 15 Felia and Anne's Talk

03/02/2025

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Chapter 16 Layla's Struggles and Growth

04/02/2025

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Chapter 17 Coffee, Apologies, and Competition

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Chapter 18 New Student Dynamics

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Chapter 19 High school dynamics

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Chapter 20 Apology and Understanding

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Chapter 21 Bullying and Self-Worth

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Chapter 22 Friendship and Heartache

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Chapter 23 Layla's Day at School

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Chapter 24 Friendship and Jealousy Dynamics

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Chapter 25 Friendship Dynamics Unfolded

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Chapter 26 Moremi's Strength and Identity

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Chapter 27 Rivalry and Unspoken Feelings

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Chapter 28 Special Friend Drama

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Chapter 29 Layla's Love Dilemma

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Chapter 30 Date Plans and Surprises

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Chapter 31 Philia's Unexpected Encounter

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Chapter 32 African Heritage Discussion

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Chapter 33 School Ride Offer

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Chapter 34 Character Interaction Feedback

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Chapter 35 Bright Morning Conversations

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Chapter 36 Chloe's Daniel Drama

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Chapter 37 Jessie's Crush Antics

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Chapter 38 Jessie and Dan Drama

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