Abu House Novels & Stories

He suspected that Raul’s parents may not like him inviting strangers into his home, so he didn’t press. Tyron studied the outer décor of the house. Everything was painted black and grey. There were no plants or shrubs, just plain hard concrete floors. There were also statues of some strange beings that spiked his curiosity. One was of a body without form, and it had holes for eyes. Another looked like a normal human but had no facial features, which was even eerier looking than the first statue. There were other strange statues scattered across the house. Just what kind of beings were they? He wondered.

Now, he will see who was in the house before Bushra came to see his mother. "Here, Sir." Ayuba, the head security of their house showed to him. He is an older man, a retired soldier who was eager to take up the job and work under his father many years ago. He hasn't aged one bit, he is still strong for a man hitting off sixty five or maybe more than that.

Abhi wandered into the main living area where Rudra and Ram were already up, sipping coffee and chatting quietly. "Morning, guys," Abhi greeted them, still looking around curiously. "This place is amazing. It doesn't feel like a hotel at all." Rudra smiled at his brother. "That's because it's not a hotel." Abhi raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Then what is it?" Ram chuckled, setting his coffee mug down. "We bought this place, Abhi. It's our house now." Abhi's eyes widened in surprise. "You bought it? When did this happen?"

"The festival of the rain, for some reason that day ticks me off.... Anyway let's get going, how many more miles before we get to Abu?" "Less than a mile my prince" Khan replied as we entered the carriage again. Few minutes later we were standing in front of an almost invisible thatched house, almost invisible in the sense that no one would have noticed it on a normal day. "It is only visible to those he really wants to see" Khan said, answering my unsaid question. I nodded. "I see that, how do we get in then?" I started to ask but as soon as I said it Abu himself came out dressed in a leopard print cloak..

Saying this Sahir turned to go. Sahir's Abbu slams his fist on the table angrily. "If you are refusing my proposal, If you are not going to leave her then get out of my mansion. leave this house right now And Dare. Dare if you even think about stepping again in this mansion. These mansion's doors are closed for you" Abbu shouted at Sahir. Little Zaki's eyes become teary. He understood Abbu is telling his brother to leave this house. Sahir's temper has already crossed the limit. His jaw was clenched. His fists were tightened. He roughly pulled open the door and walked out of the room. His abbu gets angry as his elder son refused to handle the empire he created.

They tried to get all the village elders on their sides but none were willing, they all insisted that Uloka and his group should have a little patience. "Get me some firewoods and some water." Abuo ordered the people that were assigned to do whatever he asked and they obeyed. "Here it is," one of them said. Abuo took the firewood and scattered it on the ground. He took the water and sprinkled it on the firewood. He had removed his whole attire now and had only a piece of wrapper tied around his waist. He breathed heavily and danced more, chanting exotic praises and calling the gods different names of honour. He chanted till his whole body was covered with sweat and his sense of speech had de

I nodded, not showing how disappointed I was. One thing about him is that whenever he is angry, he overworks and I don't like it. I watched at the trees as baba driver revved up the car to life and drove into the lonely city of Abuja. The late hour sun was a bit harsh on my tender skin, the skin I took time to nurture. The weather changes easily, I vividly remembered when my cousin Khadija told me it is freezing. The house stood out different from the way I knew it. The house was painted and a giant gate replaced the old one.

Every dollar they had, including the worn-down little house they lived in, had been swallowed by that bottomless pit. That was why he'd contacted Chloe and filled her head with stories about buying a house and cutting ties with me. He'd intended to use the money from the house to pay his gambling debts. In my previous life, I hadn't known what happened after my death. Perhaps his plan had succeeded. I was considering what evidence I could use to report him when I pushed open the hospital-room door. Chloe lay on the bed with her eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling, or perhaps at somewhere beyond it.

I have to move on with my life, even though it won’t be easy, I have to do it for myself… A WEEK LATER… It has been a week since we arrived into this beautiful city with Louis and it has been nothing but amazing, I must be honest that I am having a great time in this beautiful city. Louis told me that the city is Abuja and is the capital of the country. Well, this place is heavenly. Louis has such a great house, everything is beautiful and expensive. I don’t have to do any work because he has workers taking care of me. His mother is also accommodating and friendly, she loves me as if I am her son.

It is a cute house. This house has personality, unlike that mausoleum that she has been forced to live in for the entirety of her life. That over sized house is a shrine to her father. A way to show off his wealth, in order for him to feel validated. He is a pompous ass who likes to feel superior to others and that shows in the look of his home. This house is the exact opposite. The hous is so warm and inviting.. it truly feels like a home. “Oh, sorry. Uh, my name is Abigail.”