🇳🇬🤎BROWN SKIN GIRL🇬🇧🇺🇸
{Love across races}
Theme: She’s a Nigerian
Genre: Romance
Tags:Romance, Love Triangle, Hatred, Friendship, Races, Jealousy, Anger, Malice, Clash, Romcom, Flashbacks, College, Obsession, Trauma, Death, Murder…
©2025 Wizzy Babe C. All rights reserved
This book or any portion thereof may not be copied or used without permission.
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Prologue
Her skin? Brown and Flawless.
Back in Nigeria, she was praised and adored for her smooth radiant skin.
She was an effulgence of adorned beauty.
But now that she’ll be going to the land of the white,maybe things will change… or maybe they’ll stay the same way they were.
Maybe she’ll be valued.
Or maybe she’ll just be called a ‘colored’.
Trisha’s dream of studying in The United Kingdom— England, precisely— had finally come true.
At least she’d be far from home.
She’d be loved by other races…or hated.
Either way, she just wanted to be her best— until she bumped into him.
Bryan.
One tiny bump changed everything.
That single mistake made their worlds collide.
From that moment, Bryan marked her. He won’t let this brown skin girl slip out of his sight.
He claims her.
Not possessive…but obsessive.
He needs her.
He yearns for her.
And maybe Trisha would soon accept her fate too… that she’s his.
But then,Bryan has a girlfriend— one who doesn’t let anyone come close to her man.
So why exactly is Bryan after Trisha knowing full well that he is taken?
And Trisha? She’s torn— unsure if it’s right or wrong to fall for him.
Especially when his girlfriend seems to have dark motives on her own.
*
“Promise me one thing, little Angel”he mummured, raising her jaw.
Their eyes mirrored,she swallowed hard.
“W…what?”she whispered, slow and careful.
“Promise me that you’ll never leave me, no matter what it fúcking takes. You’ll never ever leave me”he said.
Trisha blinked once.
Nah,you wouldn’t wanna miss this ride.
Grab ya popcorn and stick with me as we unravel…
Wizzy Babe C.
🇳🇬🤎BROWN SKIN GIRL🇬🇧🇺🇸
{Love across races}
Theme: She’s a Nigerian
Genre: Romance
©2025 Wizzy Babe C. All rights reserved
This book or any portion thereof may not be copied or used without permission.
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CHAPTER 1&2
•Abuja, Nigeria•
•Night~A Mansion, Bedroom•
It’s a princess-like bedroom. Large, warm and cozy.
The room glowed softly under the golden light of a chandelier, its crystals scattered tiny sparkles across the ceiling. The air smelled faintly of chocolatey cupcakes and salad.
On the large brown bed in the middle of the room sat a super huge brown teddy— Brownie,whose pair of black dot eyes are staring at the beyond.
A random cartoon is on TV but maybe the volume was completely turned down cause no voice came from it, instead the song ‘Brown Skin Girl’ by Beyoncé buzzed slowly in the air, creating a sense of peace and love.
A plush rug spread across the marble floor leading to the mirrored dressing table filled with gold capped perfume bottles, skincare jars, expensive cream and body lotions, roll-ons and a tray where jewelries sat.
Trisha placed the second piece of her earring on her left ear and smiled at the mirror.
Then she frowned, groaning hard.
“Really, I can’t even choose. Gosh,I’ve not been this confused”she complained.
Her voice? Soft, Clean and Flawless.
“Brownie,you’re as anxious as I am, right?”she turned to her teddy and walked to the bed.
She fell on it and bounced, pulling Brownie to herself.
“You know how much I love crop tops but now,look at what I’m wearing— a two piece hoodie set. I don’t know what earrings will fit. Why am I confused?”she continued as if Brownie could hear her.
All Brownie did was to listen.
A soft knock sounded on her door.
“Adah,be quick in there”her father whispered from outside.
Trisha gasped and stood up. She rushed back to the dressing table, picking different jeweled chains and earrings.
“Adah!”her father shouted.
“füç?. I’m not…stop calling me Adah!”Trisha snapped.
“You’re Adah to me,whether or not you like it,”he replied.
“Please. I’m not in Kindergarten anymore where I was once called Adah Emeka”Trisha chuckled, dabbing her cheeks with the flat powder puff.
“So what? Now you’re Trisha Anderson?”Her father asked.
“Hmmm. Anderson is your name. I graduated from high school with that name”Trisha rolled her eyes.
“Adah,if you don’t come out in ten seconds,I’m coming in!”he snapped.
Trisha laughed, about testing another round of necklaces when the door was opened and her father entered.
“Oops,”she pouted.
Dawn.
•6:30am~Heathrow Airport, London, England•
The plane’s wheels kissed the runway with a soft thud and that made Trisha flinched from her sleep.
She looked outside through the window and batted her lashes.
The morning looked so pale that she could swear she couldn’t see a thing.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to London Heathrow”the pilot’s voice rang in the air, calm and bold.
“Local time is 6:32am and the temperature is nine degrees Celsius,”he added.
People sighed in relief, prayed, clapped and grinned.
Trisha almost laughed.
Nine degrees?
She’ll sure die of cold. Back in Nigeria,nine degrees was used for freezers.
She finally laughed at that thought. Wait, she’s finally in London?
Like out of Nigeria? Gosh!
The seat belts signs went off and everyone struggled to rush out of the plane, being calmed by the cabin crew.
Trisha never rushed,she took her time.
She’d have rushed but then her heart started beating.
Again.
‘Calm down Trish, you’re not different from others’ her inner woman kept on whispering to her.
She tried calming down but it didn’t work. She’s worried all the same.
This is England not Nigeria. She’ll attend College not highschool. She’ll stay with roommates, not daddy. She’ll make new friends— not the usual Nigerian friends.
Trisha finally pulled her luggage,the moment she stepped out of the plane,her worries were kept aside.
The cold breeze hovered around her,the air wrapped around her— cool,sharp, foreign.
It smelled of rain, coffee and… Trisha doesn’t know but it’s something different.
She followed the others through the jet bridge, screaming in her heart.
She feels like dancing, screaming and partying.
She’s in England!
After everything— Immigration, baggage claim,custom, blahhhh…
They were finally led to the arrival hall.
Damn, Dozens of faces lined the barriers.
Screaming, chattering in weird languages,some singing.
Trisha’s eyes darted nervously,until she saw it.
Her name.
She frowned.
On a white placard is written ‘Adah Emeka— International student of Cromwell institute of Arts and Sciences,London’
“Daddy”she gritted her teeth. She fúcking told him about this and he went ahead using Adah? After all pleading?
Trisha stormed to the man holding the placard looking bored. A guy is beside him,also looking bored.
No,not bored. Shy?
“Adah Emeka?”The shy dude asked, barely looking at her eyes.
Trisha swallowed her anger, looking at him.
He’s smart in his polo shirt and jeans. He’s cute, rather than handsome, not too tall but tall all the same, and kinda girlish.
Maybe he’s the College representative.
But which dude still pack hair in this twenty-first century? This shy dude has his hair packed and some parts are falling to his cat eyes.
“Huh?”the older man asked tiredly.
“Actually it’s Trisha but yes”Trisha said,her eyes on the boy who looks like he’s praying for the ground to open and swallow Trisha for looking at him that much.
“I’m Mr Thompson, your driver. He’s Kelly,your college representative. He’ll show you around after I’ve driven you to your off campus apartment. He’s the one who’s supposed to do the introduction but he pleaded with me”the man said.
Trisha almost laughed and Kelly glared at the driver who’s back to his lively mood.
“Nice meeting you both,”Trisha said.
“Let’s go. You know you’re getting a new SIM card”Kelly mumbled and started walking away.
“I don’t know why he’s the school representative,he barely makes a Freshman feel at home”Mr Thompson whispered to Trisha.
She laughed.
•Bryan’s Mansion~ An Atelier•
Posters of drawings filled every space in the room. The room smells of old paper, charcoal sticks and pencils.
Bryan sat on a long stool in the middle of the Atelier. One leg stretched lazily,the other beneath the drawing board that is across his knee.
There’s a table beside him where his gold wrist watch sat waiting for him, a half drunk bottle of gin, his phone and a half eaten red apple.
His blue eyes traced how he sketched.
Slow. Perfect. Real.
He didn’t paint. He doesn’t paint.
For Bryan, color lies. But lines? Lines told the truth.
His pencil fell from his hand and he picked his apple,biting from it as he stared at this masterpiece.
An eagle’s wings. Just the wings.
Bryan’s lips twitched into something strange. Maybe he wanted to smile…
Or maybe he wanted to scoff.
But his phone buzzed, stopping him from whatever he wanted to do.
He picked his phone, throwing his apple which landed on the floor beside the pencil.
He watched his phone ring without intending to pick the call.
‘Dumb’ is the caller.
After the full ringing,his screen came into view.
120 missed calls from ‘Dumb’
Just then,his phone rang again,this time it’s ‘Mom’.
He swiped the green button.
“I thought you’d avoid my call too!”Selena screamed over the phone.
“Mom”he mumbled,she heard him tho.
“Bryan! She called you. She’s been calling. You love annoying me don’t you?…”Selena kept on ranting,Bryan didn’t hear all those cause he already dropped his phone on the table.
His veins popped out in anger.
He stood up and tried walking out but Selena’s voice on the phone made him turn back.
He picked up the phone and threw it on the drawing board. It fell and cracked but the board remained standing.
Bryan picked the stool and slammed it on the board,it fell together with the stool.
He placed a hand on his waist and the other buried in his hair.
It’s not necessary to be this angry but he really is. He’s füç?in mad.
“Why!”he groaned, picking the gin. He slammed it on the floor, shattering it.
The liquid spilled.
He walked out angrily.
•Trisha’s Apartment•
The apartment is just a room. Wide and spacious.
Just Trisha’s taste.
There are three large beds in the room and Trisha’s in the middle.
One for her roommate who isn’t around for now and the other still vacant.
Hers has White silk and Brown duvet. Guess her father really planned her three year stay in England.
Or maybe she’ll even live in England forever. Get married to a white guy,have cute kids,live successfully and bring dad here too.
Mom? May her soul rest in peace.
Trisha sat on her bed,legs crossed, munching salad from a bowl. Brownie sat by her side resting its head on her arm. Her phone in her hand, scrolling through videos on TikTok.
She just spoke with her dad and now she’s bored.
Kelly didn’t come as promised.
Ohh,he didn’t promise to come but isn’t he supposed to show her around?
Trisha suddenly stood up. She has a Polaroid camera,she’s obsessed with taking pictures of nature and cities.
In fact,she’s here to study Environmental and Urban Geography.
She should go out to feel today!
She could also go catch a little glimpse of her new College.
Fúck Kelly for not coming back.
Trisha rushed to search for her Polaroid in her bag,then she rushed back to pick her bowl of salad, running out.
*
•Cromwell Institute of Arts and Sciences[CIAS]•
The sky over Cromwell shimmered brightly like silver.
The name of the school is written on a large LED screen on the largest building which is in the middle, reading continually.
‘Cromwell Institute of Arts and Sciences. Motto: Where creativity meets discovery’
The building may be the main school because it’s the tallest and sweetest. A skyscraper.
It’s too perfect.
It’s almost 12pm but the day still looks like it’s 7. In Cromwell? It’s lively and lovely.
The buildings are made of glass,ivy lined walls. A beautiful, large fountain stood in the middle of the compound.
Happy and sad students filled every nook and cranny.
Trisha didn’t mind the weird stares, tomorrow— which is Monday— when she’ll fully be a student, she’ll mind.
But now,she has to take billions of photos.
Click. Click. Click.
The fountain, the palm trees, the buildings, exterior of the art gallery, snacks spot, lounges, recreation center, Quad, Park area and more.
A guy, Collins by name, walked out of the pub near campus. His hands wrapped tightly on his phone as he stared angrily at the screen.
The yearly fine arts award has been given. Bryan won.
Again.
After all the efforts Collins placed to win this year,Bryan won again?!
Collins flickered the lighter in his other hand angrily as he watched Bryan’s mom smiling widely, holding the board like award in the pic.
That dick, Bryan. He doesn’t even appear for the Ceremony. His mom is always there receiving his awards.
And the stupid award givers can’t see that he’s not interested. Why can’t they give it to Collins instead?.
Well. It’s over. They’re now in their third year.
This is a new academic calendar year. A new September— Autumn Term. Collins just have to wait for July next year.
He’ll win. Not by hardwork this time but by force. Next year, he’ll be graduating and he won’t graduate without that award.
Collins placed his phone in his pocket and looked towards his side.
A girl has a Polaroid camera around her neck, taking pictures of the boring school.
He scoffed, placed on his hoodie and walked up to her.
Instead of bringing up a conversation, Collins tapped her arse and disappeared into thin air.
Trisha turned and gasped. She didn’t wait for explanation,she just slapped the guy behind her.
“füç?!”he held his burning cheek in surprise, throwing the bags in his hand.
Trisha blinked.
No, this isn’t who tapped her arse.
A guy with four bags in his hands can’t tap her without her feeling the bags. He also can’t keep them,tap her and then pick them quickly.
It’s impossible.
“Oh my”she placed her palms on her mouth, blinking repeatedly.
“You’d have asked before slapping. Ugh, I just wanted to… füç?,those tiny hands did this”he complained.
“I’m so sorry. Ah swear,I didn’t know. I was just angry,that was a perverted act,yunno?”Trisha moved forward.
“Does it hurt that much?”She tried touching his cheeks.
“Of course. I’m not brown like you. A little touch turns me red”he rolled his eyes, showing her the side of his cheek.
“Sorry”Trisha mumbled.
“That’s enough”he stood straight.
“Are you also a student here?”he smiled.
Really,that smile is catchy. He has this insane rizz that made her almost stagger.
“Will be… Tommorow”she said, blinking when he waved her.
“You are. I’m Axel. Also a freshman. Not will be,I already am”he winked.
She nodded slowly.
Axel stretched his hand for a handshake,she clumsily did too.
They shook hands.
“I noticed your smile anytime you take a photo. I guess you love things like that”he said.
She smiled widely.
“Iove modern things. Not only buildings, flowers too,grasses,then fashion. Like,I’m a big fashionista”she winked.
They both laughed.
“And sorry for the slap”she added.
“Where are you from?”he chuckled.
*
After the little talk with Axel, Trisha forgot someone tapped her behind.
Damn whoever.
Axel left after receiving a call, so she’s back to taking pictures.
Not in school anymore, but the city.
She has taken photos of couple in an open park— with their permission tho.
She has also taken pictures of buildings— restaurants, companies, houses and more.
Trisha saw a beautiful statue. A white horse close to a museum.
She ran to it and took tons of selfies with it,this time with her phone.
She laughed, going through the pics, moving back until her lower back met something.
Something huge, bulging, hard like rock.
What’s that?
Then a sharp scent hit her nose. Something hard and yet breathtaking.
Like an expensive perfume.
Trisha squinted in confusion. Her head tilted backward and she felt a chest?
A hard rock chest?
That means what’s bulging is…
Trisha gasped and tried moving away but huge hands wrapped around her chest preventing her from moving.
Her phone fell from her hand. Her Polaroid camera dangled on her neck.
Her back pressed harder on the buldge and her heart raced like flash.
She could feel legs with her hands and she knows that bulge is just in between the huge legs.
Jesus. Is this what first day in England looks like?
Trisha had no option but to tap those legs.
“Umm… sir. I wanna pull away,but I think you’re hol…I think you’re holding me”she stuttered, suddenly sweating.
“I am holding you. Don’t call me sir”he replied. Low and husky.
Trisha looked up at his blue eyes which are staring back at her and she gasped.
She quickly looked away. Back to her forward gaze.
He’s too hot. He’s not a sir.
He’s a hottie.
“Ok. But I think…”she swallowed.
“Won’t you shut up and feel what your back did, Brownie?”he whispered, his voice melting her. His lips just hovering an inch from her ear.
His lips are on her left ear. Literally.
Trisha blinked.
How dare he call her by her Teddy’s name?
“I’m not Brown…”
“I said shh”he whispered.
TBC…
