Abu House Novels & Stories

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This Labeebah that I am, nothing can change it. A vehicle horned outside and Huda got up, picked up both our bags and walked out with me on her heels, she had long handed me my own bag. "So, we'll take a heli-ride to Abuja, then a car is waiting to take us to your house." The house is a five bedroom bungalow my grandmother and uncles had pooled some money; more like thrown some money at and now I'm the proud owner of a large house in an affluent part of Abuja.

Abel's house was a dark blue two-story home with a nicely fenced yard and a cute patio out front. As Axil lead me into the house, I gazed around at the people who were busy scurrying around the area, confused. "Why are there so many people at his place?"

The time Dad and I went to Abeokuta together and we enjoyed the history that the large town held. "Look at that Jefferson. You see that house? The one with the blue roof? Your great great grandfather used to live there. He was a very rich man and built houses all over Abeokuta. Mainly because he had many wives." he chuckled at that last part and I laughed. The house was coloured blue with a grey roof and green and blue moss coating the sides. I imagined it as a new house, with fancy Ankara clothes hanging out to dry on the lines across the windows and horses holed up in stables beside the house. We sat on a rock across the road, watching the crumbling house made of wood.

Sheira exclaimed and later on, Pocco came in. "Abuzar, would you like to stay in my house when you're okay to be discharged?" he suddenly asked and Sheira widened her eyes at him and Pocco just ignored her. "Hmmm... " Abu didn't know how to respond to his offer knowing that Sheira offered her house first but he remembered the blood he should use to kill the vampire. The moment that Pocco carried him to his car, it fell in his car. "Sure, thank you," he said and Sheira flipped her hair and walked out.

Amara’s POV The Abuja safehouse is a two-storey concrete block in Garki—unmarked, no signage, windows blacked out with heavy film. Inside smells of fresh paint, gun oil and instant coffee. We’ve been here forty-one hours. No one has slept more than three consecutive hours. The containment case sits on the kitchen table under a single hanging bulb—blue glow leaking around the edges like cold fire. The vial inside hasn’t moved, hasn’t changed, but it feels heavier every time I look at it.

shouting at the same time Jubayer and I went inside the hotel and started screamingly calling him but we got no response. After some time we found abbu. Half of his body was already brunt and he was bleeding like someone had beaten him badly. abbu (father) was lying covered in his own blood ... We went running towards abbu ( father) and started calling him.. “ABBU WAKE UP PLEASE. PLEASE WAKE UP...” "Hasan, we have to take Abbu ( father) in hospital immediately" said Jubayer... When we were taking him hospital, abbu gained his conscious and told us painfully...

“We will drive home first, I will show you girls the house, then I will introduce you to the pack and then we’ll settle in for the night. Beth sat in the front seat, Abby watched as the scenery turned to forest and a more relaxing area of the world. She was glad she was away from the people, it was almost like the villa but it seemed peaceful. When they arrived, there was no big gate, no guards with guns. It was a Victorian house, with a water fountain in the middle, three cars out front. The color of the house was white with blue shutters. “This is home now,” Bobby said turning off the car. Abby was the last one out, she wasn’t sure if she would have a room, she wasn’t sure of anything. Bet

"I’m happy we get to live together again. With you. And the new house. And the swimming pool. Daddy said it looks like Iron Man’s house." I set the plate down on the table, sat, wiped my hands, and finally looked at the screen. "Iron Man’s house doesn’t have fingerprint alarms and bulletproof windows, sweetheart. This place is more like a P*******t-inspired panic bunker." Ash didn’t care. He nodded excitedly and moved the tablet to show me his giant suitcase, already packed with toys, dinosaur books, and what looked like a nugget-shaped character pillow. "Abuela said your house looks like a castle. But with alarms that beep if a fly goes by."

The sun is still blazing mercilessly in the sky as we drive up the driveway. At the end of the driveway, there's a massive house. I don't mean mansion big, I mean 10 mansions big. The concrete driveway turns into a red-tiled driveway and we're surrounded by tall stone buildings. "We've made it," Gabe whispers. "And holy shit it's nice." His black Audi pulls to a stop and someone appears from the door under the stone archway.