Abu House Novels & Stories

"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."

" Lier!!" Then I saw another paper, where it's clearly written that the owner of "Gupta House" is now Abhinav Agnihotri. Seeing all this I became numb. Abhinav snatched our house from us!! Why he is snatching everything from us?? This house was built by my father. How can he took that!!

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.

I was enjoying staying at my brother’s home for many reasons but the main reason being, having a lot of space. Now, again, Jabu did buy a bigger family home with four bedrooms and two bathrooms but our family home was nothing compared to the five bedroom five bathroom home. The bathroom has so much space and not to mention the endless supply of food in Jabu’s kitchen. You would swear that he lived with an army of starved men, but it was just him alone.

Tristan stared at me, clearly amused, with his hands in his pocket “Yes, I did. But Abuela runs this house. Whatever she says stands.” “And aren’t you the man of the house?” I asked, placing my hands on my waist. He laughed softly. “Sure. I may be the one who built this house, but Abuela is the madam of the house.” “And what does that make me?” He looked at me deeply. “The woman currently trying to start a fight on our wedding night.” “Jeez… you’re unbelievable!” I said, rubbing my palm against my forehead. “It’s sad I have to deal with you for the next couple of months.”

I was too small cuddling with Chachu. I have no idea where my brother slept.Then when we were awake and sitting inside Bethak (its a lounge for sitting and talking) The roof of Aunt Faheem was mud constructed.The room architecture was ancient the Dari and Darwaza(windows and doors) were old telling their stories of past. My glance instantly fell on Abu.He was the huge man. His tall figure shows honour, facelines on corner of eyes showing maturity and speaking authority, the creases on his forehead imprinting his past experiences and old age of men.He was Lord among his relatives called as "Raja".

Chapter - 69 *Angelina’s POV* After we have finished plotting our escape from Jasper's house, where we believe my sister Stella will be sold tonight, we will go to sleep. Together with my dad, I checked over the venue where tonight's auction will take place. My dad and I posed as slave purchasers to avoid being recognised by Jasper. My dad and I were given a mask as soon as we entered the auction house so that we wouldn't be recognised. It will be harder for Jasper to identify us.

Some weeks back, he and Amara were the only friends I had, of course that has changed now. Now I have more friends, thanks to the presentation we did. Toben and I are still cool with each other which I totally like as he's great company whenever we text. Amara's leaving in a few hours time too, she stays around lekki. Abu's going back to his home today, he's gonna be picked up by his driver and guards in a few hours time. He's sure not looking forward to going home. Oh well, he'll survive. He stays around lagos, his father owns a palace there which he probably inherited from his father.

Part Five – Horizons Ahead Abby’s Expansion Abby had grown into a visionary leader in the community. He launched a series of small housing projects for underprivileged families, each building carefully planned and executed. His attention to detail and unwavering dedication turned challenges into lessons, inspiring local youth to participate and take pride in their work. Aubrey’s Community Center Aubrey successfully opened a community center focused on personal development and vocational skills. Workshops ranged from carpentry to financial literacy, and young men flocked to learn practical skills. Aubrey’s commitment to providing a safe space became a beacon of hope for many struggling with t

Ava asked me as I scanned the stalls. “I don't know…” I saw a local who seemed confident about his way around the market. “Wait here,” I told Ava and went over to meet him. “Excuse me, do you know where I can find a Mallam Abu?” “Oh you mean the popular commodity seller?” “Yes, that's the one.” “Mallam Abu's stall is at the edge of the market. Come with me.” The local led us to a small, unnoticeable stall with a single man sitting behind the counter, looking at some documents.