Dama Ace Hausa Novel Complete Novels & Stories

He growled as his tongue twisted, lip biting, and completely demolished her mouth. She shook her head as her tears became so harsher and then suddenly the heavyweight was lifted off and Damien was flicked back. “You’re sick Alpha Damien. What about Marlene and your baby boy huh?” Ace says as he growled at him, his canines making him a deadly threat. “Fuck off Alpha Ace, this is none of your fucking business,” Damien said, making Ace smirk. “Leave now,” Ace said firmly, his eyes turning from grey to black. His wolf begging to be out.

Elizabeth" Because of this. (Laughs) Checkmate b--tch. I swiftly brought a pistol and pointed it at her direction, the Hausa lady froze in shock as soon as she saw the gun in my hand. Quietly, she dropped her phone and raised her hands slowly in the air begging me not to shoot her. I admired what she did in that moment, it was very smart of her. She knew very well that she's in hot soup and acting stupidly would devastating on her expense. Hauwa " (trembling) Please.. Don't shoot me. I'll give you anything please. Don't kill me. I have kids. Elizabeth" Dear lord! This is so cliche. Why does everyone bring that up? I have kids, I have this, I have that.. Bullshit!! Hauwa "I swear I have kids

› Dramatic much. I laughed and shook my head, turning back to the dishes. When I was done with the dishes, I cleaned the kitchen and did some stretches, I was completely healed. I walked out to the lounge, swinging the towel in my hand. I stopped when I heard voices outside, like a woman's, begging Ace over something. I walked to the window and spied. It was a woman alright. She was tall and had glossy brown hair that stretched to the middle of her back. From that point, flame flowed down to her waist, making the hair a mixture of fire and hair. A crown with flaming orange stone in the shape of a diamond rested on her forehead; a diadem if I say. Same nose, the same lightning spark in her sh

Her answer pleased Damien, his eyes twinkling with excitement. Meanwhile, Ace was seething with fury. He had only gone for a run because Damien insisted, reluctantly letting his wolf take control. Ace had planned to let Damien finish quickly so he could retreat to his room and shut out the world. What he hadn’t anticipated was encountering this troublemaker—after explicitly ordering her not to leave her room. “Stop resisting and give me back control,” Ace hissed through clenched teeth, his eyes narrowing into a dangerous glare. Damien scoffed but didn’t answer.

Then he instructed the people saying: "The common man will have only one wife. Only a chief may have four or more wives. For this reason, you Hausa shall be brave because you come from wolves," said Q'waeti. "In every manner, you shall be strong." I close the book " What a rubbish and joke " I said and pull out a different book. It is red and the ink is thick and blue. "The Child Eater" is the title. I lean against the bookshelf and open it up. Here lived once a big woman named Dask'iya. She was an evil woman who stole innocent children from their loving families and takes them to Yaq'ilis Creek (Dry River in Barbarian country). She gathers the children together by the

I hummed happily on my way to my room, suddenly I stopped, I needed to make a call, my mum. She was living in an apartment 15miles away from Aces estate. He said that was the best home domain as it wouldn't give Santiago the idea of where she was, he wouldn't believe Ace would let her stay elsewhere asides his mansion, Ace said he was setting a trap for him because he had his men dispersed around there in adequate disguise.

"Wooow! This is so nice. But... Why?" "I just want to make you happy silly! Now, which meal would you prefer?" she asked as Amina laughed amusingly at my stunned expression. I was confused. I didn't get why she was being so nice to me. I smiled and scanned the table. "I want the pounded yam and Egusi soup, stuffed with diced chicken and beef." I said. It was one of my favorite native swallows. "So.. I spoke with Alex a while ago.. He'll soon be here." Fayo stated. I gulped and tried to swallow my food as the nerves built up in me. ..............................

"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

As though sudden movements might break something already fractured. "Who was she?" Damian exhaled. A long breath. Heavy. Uncharacteristically human. "Chidinma Okeke." The name hung in the room. Ordinary. Beautifully ordinary. The kind of name that belonged to thousands of women across Nigeria. The kind of name that should have lived an ordinary life. Amara waited. Damian continued. "We met at university." Tobe looked surprised. Amara was too. Not because Damian once attended university. Because it was difficult imagining him young.

Jasmina asked, “You’re not going, right?” “I’m not missing it,” Amara said. Scene Seven – Lisbon, Midnight The old ballroom stank of wine and rotted wealth. Damien waited alone at the head of a broken table. A glass of red in one hand. A pistol on the table. Amara entered without hesitation. He stood. “Amara Varela. The fire queen herself.” She didn’t blink. “Damien Nero. The bastard who crawled out of his father’s corpse.” He laughed. “We have the same blood, you know.”