Ana Mia Novels & Stories

I called out to him. “Yes ma’am?” He asks with a southern accent. “Aren’t we going to wait for the other passengers?” I asked. “You’re the only one passenger for this trip ma’am. America Pingries right?” He mentions my complete name which was shocking but then he might have been oriented by Mr. L about me. I nod, “Yeah.” He smiles at me happily, “You’ll love the Island of LUAHU ma’am.” I smile back, “I hope so.”

BINTA I lived on a remote island on the coast of Lafiya called Rayuwa. Lafiya is a country made up of four states. Fili State, Ruwa State, Gona State and Daji state. Rayuwa is part of Daji State, and the capital of Daji is Duniya. The proximity of Rayuwa to Duniya is near. Lafiya is a developed country, but although Rayuwa is a part of Lafiya, it lacks civilisation, and because of this, it serves as a tourist attraction for Lafiya, generating millions in revenue. In Rayuwa, there were no schools, no electricity, or water supply. People usually fetched water from the streams or dug wells in their compounds. The lack of civilisation made it impossible for us to access proper medical care, and

Olima replied as she quickly poured water into the empty new pot and started preparing the semo. Mrs. Gina questioned Mia, "And you? What do you stand there doing?" "Mom, I'm hungry," Mia replied as she stomped her feet to the ground and walked up to meet her mother. "Go and sit at the dining table. The soup will soon be ready," Mrs. Gina stated. Mia frowned and said, "Olima, be quick, please." "Okay," Olima nervously replied as she saw her stepmother and stepsister leave the kitchen. She exhaled, "Phew!"

"What did you get up to?" My summer break was terrible. Father paraded me around to potential suitors as he intends to have me married the moment school is out. "Not a lot," I say, swallowing hard at the thought of even recounting how terrible it was, especially as Azira always has the best summer breaks. "What about you?" "I went with Mia to Saint Kitts for a month. It was glorious." She holds a hand against her chest. "I want to be back there. The weather was to die for."

Mia glared at Primrose, angrily shouting, her face full of impatience. "Do you know who I am? I'm Mia, a very famous model, and I was invited by Joel to sign a contract as a new product representative. I will meet Joel soon, and if there is no mistake, Joel will quickly fall in love with my beauty and ask me to be his girlfriend."

But Mia? Mia was mine to claim and break.

He thinks you’re at your sister’s in Dallas. Mia nods her head in obedience, “yes, ma’am, I’m sorry. I’m so excited for the beach.” Her little voice sings in enthusiasm. Mia’s big, bright green-brown eyes with hints of blue nearly resemble hers. “Yea, Mia, you have to wait for Mom to tell you it’s ok, to unbuckle. What is she had to drive again?” nine-year-old Leo says sternly yet caring.

Mia was wiping off her tears with her hands, but not only did her tears stop flowing, but they were also streaming down her cheeks even more madly than before. "This..." Silvia looked at Jayden with an anxious look and said, "Young Master Kyle, Aunt Mia has just arrived in Madison City, and she hasn't even had a proper meal yet. It would be too tiring for her to rush home at this time. Is there anything you can do about it?"

Mahira aunty said making us laugh. "Okay aunty don't worry! We'll bring her down with us. Anything else?" I asked. "Oh yes! I almost forgot. Thank you for reminding me Mia! There's a vermilion filled plate in the store room. Please bring that after helping Samaira!" Aunty said. I smiled and said,"Of course aunty! You don't need to say please."

Camila The taste of cold lemonade filled my tastebuds as I gazed over the beach. It has only been a week since we've been in Italy, and it wasn't all that bad. Elijah wasn't a total scum as I thought, but I will never let my guard down. He's a Camorra, I never trust one, except Mira, you can't not trust Mira, she's one in a million and will most definitely fight for your trust.