Dan Adam Hausa Novels & Stories

Adam had already done his homework before this call, quietly asking questions, quietly tracing the man. His phone rang suddenly, pulling him out of thought. His mother. The name flashed across the screen insistently. He watched it ring until it stopped. A second later, it began again. Adam hissed under his breath and rejected the call. He didn’t want her voice pressing down on him right now. Not in this moment. Taking a deep breath, he dialed back Bashiru’s number. “Two hundred grand,” Adam said immediately as the line connected. His voice was firm this time, leaving no room for hesitation. “Two hundred grand to find my wife and bring her back to me. Hundred now, and hundred when the job is

She turned out to be Adam's daughter! Adam was the boss of an international gang known as Adam Group, named after the founder. Adam was rumored to have been born in poverty and built Adam Group from the ground up. It had subsidiaries all over the world. Although it looked like a proper business venture on the surface, they had a lot of morally gray industries behind the shadows. Their influence was huge and spanned all over the globe. 'Why did Jeremy choose someone with as complicated a background as Sophia to help deal with his grandparents?' Corinne was about to ask her question, but she was interrupted when Francine called out to her.

It was then I noticed what he was wearing. Apparently, he got dressed as well. His usual hair which is always in a man's bun is cut to the side and dyed blond, like the hair I'm currently wearing. A Roman with a man bun is hot, this Roman with blond hair, slicked back wearing two-piece black suits and a red tie is fucking beautiful. An epitome of beauty. Is it hot in here? How long was I in that room? “My darling wife Kadesh, how mighty beautiful you are” Oh yeah, the name Caleb got us was Kadesh and Kwame.

this place looks like it was gonna collapse if an external force is used on it . am still wondering how the great chief of Jambe could live comfortable in this wracked hole call house . " am sorry for keeping you waiting Mr Adams " the old cranky chief said smiling making the wrinkles on his face visible . "no problem chief Bahu " Jordan said calmly and the old man who happens t be the chief of Jambe nodded slowly . "please have a seat " he said and we both nodded and quicky sat down at the available seats behind us . my eyes still roamed around the house

This is how it went. "So, i believe you're here to apply for the work of a driver?" Sa'eed states the obvious in Hausa to Adamu, A frail looking old man with crooked brown teeth. "yes. I even have a driver's license." the old man replies also in hausa showing Sa'eed a tattered driver's license with a passport of Adamu attached to it. His full name, Adamu Muhammadu, it written with other things. "okay. So do you mind if I ask you some questions about yourself?" Sa'eed asks again in Hausa.

Adam snorted, "It's always about money! Well, then I'll come! You are my future wife, I should have paid you anyway," Adam said in his usual arrogant tone. Jenna felt like dancing and singing! Yeah! She can keep all her savings and travel for free! Perfect! "But there are conditions that you must fulfill! Umm, you must be willing to serve all my needs, " added Adam dryly. Jenna snorted, then glanced at Adam in disgust. The Uber Car has finally come, Jenna and Adam hurried inside. Jenna immediately felt comfortable that there was a heater in the car. She rubbed her ears and nose which already felt very numb.

"Good morning, Mr. Adeyemi. I'm Ada. I'll be looking after you today." He turned. His eyes were alert, assessing. "Ada," he repeated, as though testing whether it was real. "Short for Adaeze," she said. "It means daughter of a king, back home." Something moved across his face recognition, or relief, or simply the comfort of a familiar sound in an unfamiliar place. "You are Igbo," he said. "From Enugu." She smiled. "You?" "Lagos. But my mother was from Imo." He paused. "I did not think I would hear Igbo names here."

Ah, one of the people her mother had always advised her to hang out with, instead of the likes of Ada and Shalom. "Ada." Speak of the devil. "Here." Ada called out, smacking a gum against her teeth as it made sounds like 'tah tah'. Drawing her attention back to her latest conquest, who was already smitten by the looks of it. His name was Subomi, one of the people they called Yoruba demons in their school. With one of his hands under the table, anyone could have guessed that he was having the time of his life under there. That was nothing Janet hadn't seen before.

This was definitely a big deal. "And who are you?" She asked, "It is I, Crown Prince Adam Mustapha, Son of King Umar Farouk Mustapha," he spoke. "I see, your highness, and why have you summoned me?" She asked. "To re-negotiate our terms." He stated point-blank, and she began to laugh. "Little boy, what is there to negotiate?" She asked. "The life of my people, the survival of Lafiya, and the quality of living of my people in Rayuwa." He stated.

She cleaned up his shoulder as well. “Thank you,” Adam said, once she was done. “I think I should move out of the middle of the road now.” “I’d say you don’t need to worry because no one ever comes down it, but it shows what I know,” she replied. “What’s your name?” “Adam,” he said quickly. She continued to look at him, and he realized people were supposed to have last names. “Adam… Blue.” He figured since Seth’s last name was Green and Daniel’s was Redd, everyone here must have a color name.