Jessica-Ken

Jessica-Ken

A student of the popular Nnamdi Azikiwe university. A Human Anatomy stud—and a passionate writer, with the hope of one day making the world a better place. ~Authoress Ciara

IN LOVE WITH A MAFIA – Chapter Nine

By Jessica-Ken:   Kamila Houston sat on the balcony, lost. It had been quite a day; one she wanted to move so fast. She breathed in, inhaling the cranky smell of burnt brownies. “Alissa!” She groaned. She rose to her…

IN LOVE WITH A MAFIA 8

By Jessica-Ken:   Pisces!! I hate them all! Jong gritted, snarling at the men. With a glare, he said to them, “If anyone has the mind…”   “Give us the girl, you coward!” The boss’ voice erupted. He gave him…

IN LOVE WITH A MAFIA 7

By Jessica-Ken:    Huang   She thought she could be out of my grasp. Kendra… I mean.   The look on her face showed she was surprised. With a naughty grin on my face, I looked like ‘Joker’.   Oh,…

IN LOVE WITH A MAFIA 6

By Jessica-Ken: Comment as you read. That’s my NUMBER ONE rule! The weather was a bit foggy. It seemed like it was going to rain. Hakeem stared out the window, watching the trees sway. He could see Kendra from where…

IN LOVE WITH A MAFIA 5

By Jessica-Ken: Kamila arrived at her daughter’s residence, only to find an empty living room. The living room was unkept, with the furniture gone, and the floorboard was dusty. Where could Kendra be? “Ma’am, I doubt she’s been here,” Lucille,…

IN LOVE WITH A MAFIA 4

By Jessica-Ken:   “The head of the Zhang corporation,” the man began, “Liu Min Zhang had two sons. The first was Huang, and the second was Huan. The latter cared less about his father’s property while the former cared a…

IN LOVE WITH A MAFIA2

By Jessica-Ken: The morning rays settled on an elongated body in the sheets as a soft moan enveloped the room. Its owner stirred as dazzling ebony eyes danced in their sockets; the alarm clock rang, the third it had done.…

MY IMAGINARY FRIEND

By Jessica-Ken: Everybody would talk about how fancy or rich they were. But I couldn’t say anything because of how poor I was. The house we lived in, was nothing to write home about. I envied those who talked about…