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“When I said I wanted something. Anything at all. A fight maybe, to stop this wedding. I did not mean getting invaded.”

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A little snipet of chapter 2 on my rewrite of Adelola

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

Adam can chug a gallon of water upside down. No breaks in between.

Meet Adelola Mengesha

🥀 The royal princess would rather be reading, sword fighting, sleeping, and or eating than be going to any huge parties. Well, at least said parties has food. Adelola is a total prankster and loves to make people laugh.

People think because of her childlike mannerisms that she’s easy to manipulate. But that’s how she lured people in! She’s extremely observant and intelligent, cunning too. And can easily pinpoint your weaknesses with ease. She knows it’s you without even needing to try.

Remember, you may be two but she’s always five steps ahead.

Did I mention she knows how to use a sword and has no life preservation at all? Cause she can use a sword and has no life preservation at all.

Age: 19 years of age

Height: 6’0

Birthday: June 20

Hair: sun-golden color

Eye color: Golden

🥀 Love Quote #9

“Your presence used to be that of like summers to me. Constantine. Your kisses were that of spring, but now I feel like you’ve left me in the dead of winter. I want to feel like I’m in spring again Connie, come back to me.” ~ Adelola to Constantine

Scene sneakpeak 🥀

Citrus. That’s what I smelt when I placed my face against her neck. Sweet, tangy citrus.

The more I smelt the more I became more aware of my surroundings. I became more aware of who was currently in my arms. My grip tightened on her skirts as I took one last breath of her scent in, growling lowly “Adelola..” I felt her shiver, her head turning to look back at me.

Those eyes. Those beautiful golden big eyes that stared back at me with an emotion I can’t quite place. A small sweet smile graced her face “Yes, Connie?”

And then somehow, I become even more aware. She isn’t mine. She’s Necos’. I clenched my jaw at the realization. She isn’t Constantine’s. She isn’t mine. She belongs to Necos.

“Come back to my room with me, Lola.” The words left my lips before I could stop them. My brain told me to stop, to not go further with this. But the way her eyes shifted into something more intoxicating kept me put.

Her delicate fingers snaked up to my face as she laughed airly. “You want me to go back to your room with you?”

I nodded, my face set in determination “Yes.”

She hummed lightly, tapping my cheek as she went into deep thought. “What about your boss?”

I scowled “My boss?”

Adelola studied my face, a sly grin forming on hers. She leaned forward, leaving a few inches between our faces, her voice dropping to a whisper “Necos, Connie. What about him?”

My scowl deepened. I tightened my grip on her, as if letting her go would have Necos swinging around the corner to snatch her up. “To hell with him.”

I must have said the right thing because the next thing I knew I was being dragged off of the dance floor and towards the entrance of the building. I watched her back as she moved, storing away each away of her hip and the bounciness of her curls in the back of my mind.

She’s mine. She will be. I’ll make sure of it.

🥀Love Quote #3

“You are my sun. Your warmth is what I need most in my dreadful life, I’ve been yours since the market and I’ll be yours even when you kill me.” ~ Constantine to Adelola

Osamu is that type of person who would dance with you. Like hold your back firmly and gently with one hand as y’all tango or doing the salsa and in his free hand he has a glass of wine that he occasionally sips from as he twirls you around with ease.

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

I started to write when I was 8 years old. I started this because it was my way of my escape from everything that was going on in my life. There were bumps of course, I would get stressed out from what I was writing. Other times I felt like giving up. But I didn’t obviously. I have finally gotten to the point where the universe is vast, with different stories and characters that I love with all my heart, and hopefully that universe gets bigger and I can become a well known writer

I might actually do this-

Concept: Authors putting “Deleted Paragraphs” at the ends of their books, like how some movies do with deleted scenes.  If someone erases an entire scene or paragraph or chapter of their book, put it in the deleted paragraphs at the end!  

🥀Love Quote #10

“…I want you to become one with me. I want you to strike a deal like my father and mother once did. I want you to become my bride. My belladonna.” ~ Nexus to Mariya