Auren Bazawara Hausa Novel Complete Novels & Stories

Behind her, Damian approached without making a sound. He sat beside her. "Writing?" She nodded. "I think it's time someone recorded the story honestly." He looked towards the lights of Lagos shimmering in the distance. "What will you call it?" Amara followed his gaze. Rain began to fall once more, soft enough to glisten beneath the city lights. A peaceful smile spread across her face. She answered without hesitation. "Beneath Lagos Rain." The two of them sat together in comfortable silence as the rain whispered over the mountain and the city below.

"Don't waste your time James. I am not here to die. I only followed you here because you are unfamiliar with Igboland. I didn't come here to put my life at risk. As you can see, I have a beautiful wife and and three young children who are still growing up. I already lost a wife, it will be bad if my children find out that their father died trying to destroy the gods that their ancestors worshipped. It will be too bad James. Count me out of your plans. Stick with Umuise. They don't have a chief priest who would challenge you. They are simple faithful worshippers of their gods. Every man and his own shrine." James grabbed the book he was reading and flipped the pages quickly. Then he turned to

Lia whispered, her eyes dancing. “You know the tales. The Moon Goddess loves to bridge the gap, mating the lowest beta to the strongest alpha to create a perfect balance. That could be you.” I held up the gown, watching the moonlight catch the beads. It glowed with an ethereal, haunting light. No one would ever guess this was once junk. It was my armor, built on sleepless nights and desperate hope. “Can you imagine the fallout?” I countered, my voice tight.

Ava’s POV Sleep was a stranger that night. I had tossed and turned until the moon itself had traveled halfway across the sky, the glow through my curtains mocking my exhaustion. My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, as though aware of my turmoil but refusing to share its calm with me. Every breath in the dark felt stifling, every thought circling back to Diego, to Sage, to the chains of my family’s expectations. I finally pushed the covers off with a sigh and padded to my balcony doors. The air outside was cool and heavy with the faint scent of rain. The courtyard below looked peaceful, but peace was the last thing inside me.

Zara It was the weekend and Aminu and I decided to spend it together in his house. Especially since I would soon be living with him as his wife, it would be good to get to know the house and get acquainted with it. I was currently in the kitchen whipping up an Igbo delicacy for him. I was making Ugba (shredded oil bean) with goat meat and Palm wine for him. I had gotten the palm wine from a vendor here in Lagos who had so many good reviews. This was the very first time I was cooking for him so I wanted it to be sumptuous.

"Lukas, he's in our class." "No, I mean the girl." "That was Sasha Braun and she's weird," Arya answered him. He frowned. "How is she weird?" "Dude, that Sasha doesn't talk at all. It's been too long since anyone heard her voice." Hades then shrugged and bit into his apple. "Trust us, after she screws up with the volleyball coach, she became like that," Arya stated. "They said, she was pregnant and got an abortion." "Hell yeah!" Hades agreed.